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A room without books is like a body without a soul. - Cicero

A room without books is like a body without a soul. - Cicero. Воскресенье, 11 мая 2008 г. Andrey Voznesensky When Pigs Fly, Rubber Souls. W Smith’s theme). I will no longer love you, my fair. When two Sundays meet, neck and neck,. When the roses spring up everywhere,. Turning blue as the blackbird’s egg. When houses stands on their chimneys,. When a mouse commences to coo,. When hot dogs eat up human beings. And when I think of marrying you. I hate you, rubber souls, you seem. To stretch to fit any regime.

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A room without books is like a body without a soul. - Cicero. Воскресенье, 11 мая 2008 г. Andrey Voznesensky When Pigs Fly, Rubber Souls. W Smith’s theme). I will no longer love you, my fair. When two Sundays meet, neck and neck,. When the roses spring up everywhere,. Turning blue as the blackbird’s egg. When houses stands on their chimneys,. When a mouse commences to coo,. When hot dogs eat up human beings. And when I think of marrying you. I hate you, rubber souls, you seem. To stretch to fit any regime.

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A room without books is like a body without a soul. - Cicero: Andrey Voznesensky When Pigs Fly, Rubber Souls

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A room without books is like a body without a soul. - Cicero. Воскресенье, 11 мая 2008 г. Andrey Voznesensky When Pigs Fly, Rubber Souls. W Smith’s theme). I will no longer love you, my fair. When two Sundays meet, neck and neck,. When the roses spring up everywhere,. Turning blue as the blackbird’s egg. When houses stands on their chimneys,. When a mouse commences to coo,. When hot dogs eat up human beings. And when I think of marrying you. I hate you, rubber souls, you seem. To stretch to fit any regime.

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A room without books is like a body without a soul. - Cicero: Andrey Voznesenskiy

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A room without books is like a body without a soul. - Cicero. Воскресенье, 11 мая 2008 г. In my land and yours they do hit the hay. And sleep the whole night in a similar way. There’s the golden Moon with a double shine. It lightens your land and it lightens mine. At the same low price, that is for free,. There’s the sunrise for you and the sunset for me. The wind is cool at the break of day,. It’s neither your fault nor mine, anyway. Behind your lies and behind my lies. The music in my heart i bore,.

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A room without books is like a body without a soul. - Cicero: Andrey Voznesensky Abuses and Awards

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A room without books is like a body without a soul. - Cicero. Воскресенье, 11 мая 2008 г. Andrey Voznesensky Abuses and Awards. A poet can’t be in disfavour,. He needs no awards, no fame. A star has no setting whatever,. No black nor a golden frame. A star can’t be killed with a stone, or. Award, or that kind of stuff. He’ll bear the blow of a fawner. Lamenting he’s not big enough. What matters is music and fervour,. Not fame, nor abuse, anyway. World powers are out of favour. When poets turn them away.

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A room without books is like a body without a soul. - Cicero: Bulat Okudzhava

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A room without books is like a body without a soul. - Cicero. Пятница, 9 мая 2008 г. Here we stand, in desperation,. Folding our arms in pride,. On the brink of separation,. At the threshold of a plight. Where clocks with measured paces. Stick precisely to their course,. And we keep our smiling faces. Under lock and key, like doors. Days of reconing are close, and. Time has driven us to bay. We are nailed to our crossroads. In a careless, slipshod way. Подписаться на: Комментарии к сообщению (Atom).

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A room without books is like a body without a soul. - Cicero. Воскресенье, 11 мая 2008 г. Подписаться на: Комментарии к сообщению (Atom). Andrey Voznesensky When Pigs Fly, Rubber Souls. Andrey Voznesensky Abuses and Awards. Bulat Okudzhava - The Night Conversation. Bulat Okudzhava The Last Trolley Bus. Http:/ dobedobedo.stumbleupon.com. The music in my heart i bore,. Long after it was heard no more.

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