ANATOMY OF THE SPIRIT
From life can escape
(Shot to death – to hang himself) —
By Life — no.
Ртом горячим —
Я пью мгновенья счастья-неудачи,
From life can escape
(Shot to death – to hang himself) —
By Life — no.
Ртом горячим —
Я пью мгновенья счастья-неудачи,
Time passes slowly …
I pulled away from the lives of people —
She flashed before my eyes,
As the windows of cars, trains …
Я успела нагадать им
To me icons in a row
Yes brow would be!
So many years in a row?
I did not fall out of love —
Божьего отступника, —
Heavy eyelids …
Without deadly nightshade …
Night pharmacies
Tormented nature.
Снотворной химерой
Compressed, proud! The steel strip.
Lips. In the photo.
С времени листа, вымахнули глаза —
В светящейся графике.
Перетерпела. Перемогла.
Sick the soul —
Suffocation.
And lives, barely breathing —
Gagged.
Как удавленник хрипела,
We leave, the favorite …
And never, never!
I will not hear your gentle breathing,
Your whisper about something that is the essence —
The most important component in people’s lives …
Silence in me, the silence …
Complete calm. O, the desire to wind !!!
I will plant the Olympus …
And my element — there is no subject.
Хаотичен, случайный бросок
The Scarlet Sonata — has taken the roots …
Breastfed, music,
Stem —
On thin, note-leg —
Leans to the ground …
On a silver veil of eternity —
Waves as thousands of white keys
Под пальцами ветра-виртуоза —
Отсвечивают…
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