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The legend about the bird that sings once throughout all its life, but its song is the most beautiful. One day it leaves nest and flies looking for a blackthorn and continues it until finds it. Among prickly branches bird starts song and rushes to the most acute and the longest spine. And in such flour its song such triumphant that even skylark and nightingale would be envious. And the price of such unique, incomparable song is life. But the entire world takes breath hearing it and even God smiles in heaven, because the price of everything perfect is great flours…

Bird with the spike in the heart obeys the nature`s law; bird doesn`t know what power made it rushes to the spine and die with song. At those moment, when spike pierces its heart, bird doesn`t think about death at hand. It only sings. Sings until breath ends. But when we rush our chest to “thorns”, - we know. We understand. But whatever rush to “thorns”. And It will always be.

зачем люди ругаются,
если все равно друг друга не слышат?
кулаки о стены разбивают, подставляют лицо ветрам.

спят под разными одеялами, пугаются,
когда без друг друга не дышат

автор: Ксюша N`нон

Я пьянею от запаха тела

Твоего, лежащего рядом.

Я имею то, что хотела.

Твои ласки сыплются градом.

Чьи-то взгляды слишком уж нежны в нежном воздухе едва нагретом… Я уже заболеваю летом, еле выздоровев от зимы.

Марина Цветаева

I`m ill and feel very badly. Everyday freezing before, in and after university break me down.

but I`ve trained today`s morning. After it I feel that my body is like gummy. I feel that I gonna to faint,

but I achieve.

We get inspiration from a wind
We get it from the sunshine light
It make you easy conсentrate,
Inspiration bring you fate.

Inspiration isn't quiet
It's for us emotion fire.
Change your mood with inspiration
Cause it's nature's expiration.

With it you'll see around new action
With it you'll strive for new perfection,
You'll understand a lot of things
It cleanes your mind and differ thinks.
It gets to every human on this earth,
But not all people notice its sweet voice.

Inspiration lives in us
About this we can't discuss.
It lives in fairy towns of sound
It makes you tear from the ground.