“Gentle souls! You play your love on the violin. The crude ones play it on the drums violently. But can you turn yourselves inside out, like me And become just two lips entirely?” TwoSoulPlayTurnsLipsLike MeGentleViolinCrude Author:Vladimir Mayakovsky
“On the pavement of my trampled soul the steps of madmen weave the prints of rude crude words.” SoulStepsPrintRudeMadmenCrudePavement Book:Klop, Stikhi, Poėmy Source: Klop, Stikhi, Poėmy
