Я смотря с улыбкой на зарю

... Apoi s-a facut dintr-o data liniste. 

Ce ramane? Ce ramane in suflet, in ganduri, pe amprenta fiintei, dupa zece zile de nebunie, ce ramane? Astazi, doar lumina care mi-a luminat intunericul. Asta da! Asta ramane. Ca e lumina din privire, ca e nobletea gestului, ca e o vorba incurajatoare sau un gand de bine si iarasi de bine, ca e o atingere pe umarul stang, ca e un ochi albastru care nu mai e de caine... Asta ramane. Si drumul de intoarcere spre (a)casa, care a fost sa fie si el deodata cu zorile.

 Daca cineva ti-a vorbit si ti-a atins inima, ramane! Daca cineva te-a privit si ti-a cutremurat fiinta, ramane, desigur ca ramane. Dar si duios anastasia trecea! ramane. Pentru ca ea duios trebuia a pleca...

Cand te retragi si renunti la a-ti face dreptate, ai intregul univers de partea ta. 

Da, si asta ramane!

Si toti oamenii frumosi... Frumosi, frumosi!

Sa ne fie bine! TUTUROR!!! :)

"Life's a deception with bewitching anguish,

And the reason of why she's so strong

Is that life writes in rough handwriting

Fatal characters on her board.

And each time when I close my eyes

This I say: “You just touch my heart.

Life’s deception, but she sometimes

Dresses lie in the joys so bright.

Lift your face up to that gray sky,

Telling fortunes by moon as a guide,

Calm, you mortal, don’t ever ask

For the truth that you need not much.”

It is nice in a bird cherry blizzard

Just to think that our life is a path.

Easy girls, let them cheat, see no reason,

Easy friends let me down - I don’t mind.

Let them fondle with word full of kindness,

Let ill tongue be as sharp as a knife, -

I have lived long prepared for what's coming

I got ruthlessly used to every thing in life.

Soul is chilled when it looks up to heavens,

And no warmth emanates from stellar flame.

Whom I loved have denied and betrayed me,

Who were breath of my life left me pain.

Still I’m here, ever pushed and driven,

Watching dawn with a wistful smile,

On this land so close to me and dear

For everything I’m grateful to this life."

 S. ESENIN-- С. Есенин - "Жизнь - обман..."