для конкурса - музыка, мечты, любовь
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This phrase Friedrich Nietzsche is absolutely true!

Any sound can be considered as music, if there were no sounds, life was dreary and dull, it would not be life but existence. Music brings colors into our lives and makes it more interesting!

We dream of hope, about changes, joy of love and bitterness of death. And then everything is done: dreams become reality and the purpose of all searches, the thirst for recognizing the secrets of life is finally manifested as the rays of dawn. So many efforts for the sake of meaning, goals in life. And in the end, everything turns out to be in ourselves. General perception of incredible events and everyday life. A simple need to find loved ones, communicate and know in the heart that we are not alone! We are all connected by our hopes, dreams. Each of us fights for ourselves, but we understand that we are not alone. Because only together we will achieve that our life should be worth something!

You are with me - one, you are like a particle of me
You are with me when I open the window in the morning
You are with me when the silence is interrupted by trams
Their cars swim through the fog of an unexplored day
You are with me on whatever objects my gaze slides
When fantasies birds fly to the unknown land
I involuntarily check their routes and tracks with you
You are like an eternal source of my inspiration and strength
The day begins. Like waves stumbled upon a reef
The pedestrian sea boils at each office
A square of the monitor blooms above the square of the table
The dance of cold flickering numbers begins
We are in a hurry all the time. What tired of doing things
Bustle, Mayata, mechanical ringing of phone
Take a look - transparent crowns turned into a pale green
And a nondescript apple tree, like a bride, Bela
In snow -white branches, gathering, the color thickens
Every delicate flower is scorching with love and happiness
That the blossoming tree is our dull faces,
If the spring wind is warming the sparkling sun
Motyls of the petals after the wind are rushed into the sky
There is elegant blue, there is more transparent and cleaner there
How many ardent confessions. Recognition - words, and sometimes
You easily drop them and you forget it just as easily
And serious feelings - like a powerful ore deposit
You will not notice it under a thick earthly bark
However, what to reason. You can't understand you anyway
The mind has one, but passion has other reasons
Will fly like spring, no predicted rain by anyone
Washing the streets with a mockwood with a wave of ozone
The first thunder will die and again over the ground grace
Only rains, like a bright glass, sparkle everywhere
How good it is in the spring boulevards to wander
Surprised at the blossomed trees and the sun, like a miracle
In every crumb, the rain - with a radiance filled world
As under a tiny lens, and the sun, and the city
This ghostly world, as in love, is happy and young
I don't want to think about the gray space of apartments in it
From dawn to dawn along the streets, spring wanders
You fall asleep in the tram, because the day is deliberately long ..
It is fulfilled by verses and happiness, so dear.
And for these delights, any notebook is crowded
The roofs will close the sun, and Grod will drown in the darkness
But spring will not pass, and the day is simply a reason
To whisper again: "I love you ...!"