Work waited for us and life.
And the whole day, I felt like hunger
In the space of the stellar movement of the stench.
Her, that gave me a smile.
Her in love with flying.
And figure her is like a flexible floret,
And the voice that sings in me.
A meeting
At the tram stop
I met with you.
In a new denim dress
In a mini-skirt blue.
You’re alone, and a number of people
You look into the rails of the canvas.
Here the tram, there further, goes,
Here in the crowd, you are not visible.
And fearing that I will lose
So, my favorite.
I run and glance,
And, having found, I sing in my heart.
– Is that you? Nadia, hello!
How are you? And how do you live?
– Not really, you know.
I knew you would find it me!
– Can together, are you far?
– Not! I’m married already…
It broke off, something bending,
The heart sank in the shower.
Loneliness
Like ringing funeral scary.
As the crypt cools the imagination.
And even say no sin
You’re lonely, no regrets.
I would run to the galleys in chains,
The whip of the slave driver,
I would love to take blows
For a friend, at the deserted coast.
But no, I’m alone without friends in this life.
Drag existence somehow.
Although I have, maybe something extra,
But all this is so outwardly.
In the soul of desolation and loss
Those days that went through together,
With you that was once,
Now in heart you live mine.
I wrote a portrait with Muses
I wrote a portrait with the Muses visible,
The lines went flat and the syllable.
As if I’d met my beloved,
With waterfall curls hair.
