Альфред Тальковский - Женщина во спасение
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The longer I love you, the more I love you

At night, lying on the back facing the stars,
I understand how I love you. I turn over in my mouth, like children of caramel, three sweet words: I love you, I love you, I love you, for what? If I were even forced to swallow hot coals, I probably couldn’t say why, I had no time to think about it. So I immediately fell in love with you. And when I see your face with a tear on my cheek and at the same time with a smile, I can’t tell you anything. Because I don’t know, you lose a smile or stop crying. And three words scratch my larynx and soul: I love you. What can I tell you more? Your smiling tear.
I probably look like an old children's clockwork toy, all the time repeating the same thing: I love you, everything will be fine, the morning of the evening is wise.
We don’t have enough candle I must say a lot, the city looks at the night like wolf eyes. We lie, as if weights, giving balance to Libra.
We are silent, from now on we do not trust the words, do not trust the words.
There is something in the silence of loved ones from the cry of the dumb.
We are engaged, people are sleeping
Steam about ourselves and about them.
From yesterday you and I lost the keys.
We are silent about me, we will be silent about you, pause.
From yesterday you and I lost the keys.
We have been silent for so long. We can say so much.
We don't have enough candle ...
It lights up, the trunks take off from your hair, as if the trunks take off. The rainbow is sleeping in your shoulders twisted, you are a continuation of the beam, it is light. You salt in ..... Don’t be silent today, the violin keys are coming to me. Let it be given to us to shine, sweeping out obscene colors, lights.
Light, as if streams flow.
Light, as if handwriters hang.
To the touch light is oblong, to the touch.
He is your hair, he is a garden, he is a grove.
In silence, I warm up in silence.
It lights somewhere in the back of the heart.
Last time, the last look from the platform
And you are holy, you are my Madonna.
The seas and oceans also have memory. Glubin Sea is hidden with blue skin, you will not reach the bathyscaphe, I swam.
The coastal line was barely visible, one another was catching up, there was a lullaby wave and falling into revelations, the depth asked me: and you remember the woman was with you, gold, she understood the only people when she ran into me, I was not up to ships. You really separated you? When she ran into me from where
The blue arrived in my depths. When she ran into me ...

- Be quiet, bottomless mirror !!! When she ran into me ...
A woman in salvation, a woman in suffering, Rome and Amsterdam is difficult to find explanations. I remember my fortune -telling in a house on a Mosyeka, you are given to me in suffering or you for salvation.
Everyone looks at you, look around, look around both married and, moreover, idle and, probably, to everyone at this time, sinful or saints' thoughts creep into their souls.
My precious, beloved, watercolor. Don’t go, I ask you, to flower shops, even the most proud roses near you are faded, it’s better to tease it, for that they are open, and let everyone look at you, look around and come up with two seconds Love, but let them not know, let them not know what pain you bring, what pain.
As if you are hiding a secret pebble behind your back in a doubt in which suffering, in which you guess salvation.
Hello without goodbye and do not ask for forgiveness, a woman in suffering, a woman in suffering - you are salvation.

Late, insight always approaches us with delay.
A woman in suffering is salvation.

The longer I love you, the more I love you, on the wings, that is, I carry you, loving, anxious. And it seems more impossible, and it seems more impossible, and it seems more but more but more possible