SOMEDAY…

I’m so closely under the winter sky
That hoping to catch a wave,
Someday I’ll go to buy bread and accidentally
I’ll leave the country…

Apurpose

We are on different sides of the walls,
It is clear that something went wrong.
Voluntarily give up in your captivity.
The best the enemy of the world.
Voluntarily go under the knife
To pull out from the inside
Of the word. If someone is waiting – That,
Turned off my head.
Shatters my armor, scatters to the nines.
You doing exactly that, dearest,
The most tender fear in the world. Want some?
Here it is, keep my poems …
I have nothing more to give.
I speak the truth, without husk.
Give me your shoulders hug,
Give me a few minutes of heat.
I lost faith in the power of an evil fate.
You see, I come ….
Itself has come to lose…

Dope…

Get scared year by year stronger
If get into the habit of death of old friends
And feel like crying, don’t even to cry as well make a wailing!
You realize what not in forces anything to change.
You don’t touch other people have nor tears nor pain.
You don’t need anything, you’re only busy themselves.
Your task is unusual, but it is painfully simple:
As soon as possible to destroy itself.
No love left.
Held fears and pain when from defeat of needle you choose control.
You’ll forget who you were just 5 minutes ago.
Your memory degrades your favorite poison.
Do you really proud of yourself?
When vomit from a throat gushing like a river,
When the next day, every joint aches,
When the desire to experience the thrill strangles like a boa.
You have your hands to just call,
And the voice is needed to talk about it,
Your legs need to run behind it,
And the money just to pay for it,
You say that you’re free, you scream about it,
But you depend on from what you get buzz .
Doesn’t remain anybody, neither friends nor enemies,
When you look at the world in the volume contraction of the pupil.
You seem to be together or like friends,
And you share with him all those that you have,
You’ll give him now and he will take
And a month or a year your best friend will die.
And you’ll to grieve why it happened,
Among both of you had is yet a third enemy,
You need to decide what you will do with it,
Or you or he: one on one, face to face.

I’m Hardly Breathing

Hardly breathing…
I’ve been waiting for that hour
to say
how I need
pressing to his heart:
“Don’t go away!”
And hardly breathing
I waited for that chance
to embrace.
Slow jazz swallow us
for the last time
Believe me, just believe…

Noisy Station.
People to hurrying through us tripping over on bag.
Leaving the family some on years, somebody on the one day,
But someone forever and never come back.
Smiles on their faces,
longing, despair, hope, support
and tears of grievances.
Life is a timetable but we are the trains
that at the right hour disappear from sight.
Sing to me, amigo, sad song about the abyss and day.
Fifth Mahito. Chewed filter…
Prayers to the saints.
Solo on fibers of the dusty of the soul.
Not self-fulfilling prophecy!
So many explosions in my head.
Night. Waking up in a cold sweat…

I’m hardly breathing
I’ve been waiting for that hour
to say
how i need
pressing to his heart:
“Don’t go away!”
Hardly breathing
I waited for that chance
to embrace.
slow jazz swallow us
for the last time…

In the City of gossip, where the money to solve problems.
To solve instantly. Knock down like ninepins.
In the taverns of thousands
of poor his hangover cures
by Port Wine while their children
the passed through the vein of the drug.
Dilemmas into people. God has a system.
But people without God and Faith.
Hi to them.
Give them a dollar and the euro, or a portion of circuses
instead of the sun and sky.
You know, our society shares the years of depression,
illnesses and complaints.
Our cruiser goes to the bottom, but without the songs.
Do not laugh! I am honest!
And what I have dreamed of:
a large family in a familiar spot, close to Paris.
Real estate in the center, and not mold in the huts.
At nights feeling sorry for himself, I thought about the blade, but when has
sobered up – I knew I am stronger than the Universe!

She

She is generally a bit strange …
Such unusual and spicy …
In appearance insanely tender …
And she’s far from serene …
She knows how to love much…
Doesn’t hold any by force …
Her dreams don’t involve money can …
She’s go with such different paths …
She doesn’t like pathos and insignificance …
Injustice, lies and pride …
And despise the mercantile bitches …
Which a dime a dozen around …
So she don’t care what you’re talking behind back …
Loving her is not necessarily the crowd ..
And she’ll not try to please you
And if you’re gone, will not come back …
With her a hard .. impossible … unreal …
She can laugh, cry and then instantly ..
Love and a very long wait …
But not having waited, fall out of love, minutes, approximately for five …
She’s always dissatisfied with something …
And maybe not on purpose, to make a very painful …
So impulsive, so principled …
And my God, insanely sexy ..
For what to love her, why is it necessary?
When she so is incomprehensible and difficult …
Looking into her eyes, you’ll understand ..
But touching to her heart, you’ll not leave …

Song Of the Soul

Let’s stop this revolution.
Let us as soon as possible get rid of this illusion.
In my head the mess and confusion.
Stop it all.
Help me prevent my fall. I pray, save my soul!
I can’t to be with you without you!

You, you keep me in suspense, it’s a state of mind.
And I, I try to get away from this by going to the other side.
We, We’re so far from each other. How it all to understand?
This can’t last, you want to rest but I was not able to stand.

Stop it all.
I pray, save my soul!
Help me prevent my fall.
Let’s stop this revolution.
Let us as soon as possible get rid of this illusion.
In my head the mess and confusion.
I can’t to be with you without you!
I’m almost ready to . – What did you do?
I so loved! And your answer is “Me too!”
My desperate call
Stop it all!

All out of control, we need to stop this madness.
Now let’s get it all back, but I hear retreating steps.
In every dream I rush to meet you, losing my mind.
You make me mad, I did not see a way out, but I can find …

My desperate call
Stop it all!
Let’s stop this revolution.
Let us as soon as possible get rid of this illusion.
In my head the mess and confusion.
Help me prevent my fall. I pray, save my soul!
I can’t to be with you…
without you!
Stop
it
all!

About Us

Let remembered us forever young
Nightly Stations New York subway.

Embarrassed, enamoured, drunken and nettled
from what
the the whole world
in front of our feet lies and waits
for confident steps.
From the freedom that will go away with the years,
From words spoken to each other.
In transparent glass on the tram stops
Let the will remain for ever Reflection.
Poems that we have read with expression
In shabby jeans and worn sweatshirts.

And let the not forget our the way
Sleeping Stations New York subway.

When you and I we were young,
Embarrassed, enamored and drunk
When we had a key to every door.
Now we will only memories. And that’s all.
Alas, not all dreams
given come to pass
And according to the unwritten laws
We are all fated
to one day
be separated.

And will be reminded of runaways
Deserted Stations New York subway.

My October

Walks skipping rain on pools,
Collecting leaves in a bouquet.
Delicious tea and a good books,
Sadness October negated.
Wind knocks at the window with a whistling,
by Minor singing the blues.
Chocolate and movies with meaning
Debunked longingly alliance.
In the parks of the city beauty-red.
Quietly splashing blue pond.
Autumn, too, is happy.
Smile and create a comfort!

There are things more important than bars and clubs.
There are Feelings. Your hands, your lips … And smiles ..

And people were saying – ” Love Only Once!”

And they themselves will give up their phrases …

many times.

Millions Of Us

Dissolve in the cobweb of the city,
You talking to yourself:
” No way out! ”
And there is no desire
as water wears away the stone.
Maybe in vain you’re given up so soon?
And you’re trying to give up its positions?
The most correct answer – it always underfoot …
Always underfoot.
If you count – millions of us!
Those who are born to fly – are millions.
As long as we believe in ourselves,
we can breathe –
The whole world is in our hands.
Talk about the poor is not recognized,
here are so accepted:
Not play by the rules.
And don’t even think
that someone owes.
Among the thousands of ways
to find your own.
Let fate
has placed bait.
In this you’re not alone – we’re crazy like …
Crazy like

If Not Reachable

Everything is easily obtained,
World like a pendulum swinging,
A light switches to the sound …
On a distance shot
Is pointless to hope
That the truth will not slip out of hand.
And the endless circle … not break.

If Not Reachable
We’re unrecognized invoke.
If Not Reachable
We breathe air.
If Not Reachable.
Quite knowingly.
If Not Reachable
We are.

It is not necessary to wait for rescue service..
Two steps at a tangent. We’re upstairs.
Two lives to convergence.
And to exhaustion.
Hiding location
From everyone. Invisible…
Per stripe of interference ..

Ghettoboys.

No goals better ( I figured it out! )
Than to bring people a favor.
And If they were able to awaken or soothe
So lucky.
They not an empty sound.

Come in handy
For man with a player on the subway,
Who goes to the office at 7:00 a.m.
And hates its guts.
But this music is on both sides,
It creates a World
Where lives goodness in our hearts!

Come in handy
For a sort of prince, who is dressed by Armani
The on new Porsche racing (Waste of money
And he finds it quite funny).
On affairs, to Chicks or to friends
For discuss of sluts nameless.
He will listen it, and not a singer faceless .

Come in handy
For unfortunate model who is now abroad,
Which is hooked on coke, for shaking.( Help her, Lord!)
Need something to listen, to something native.
(Even if it’s only the particle, but it’s a motive)
Before the make-up artists will open her eyes, fucking creative.

No goals better ( I figured it out! )
Than to bring people a favor.
And If who was able to awaken or soothe
at least for someone, so lucky,
He not an empty sound.

Come in handy
For adult man over 50,
He will remember the nineties,
The Highway of Death,
Moving himself in them,
About all longtime and loyal friends,
About Losses…
But the trouble –
Is that it listens to the little grandson,
But he should not,
But he can not!
Come in handy to all normal dudes
From your neighborhood! .
And do you answer: No.
Hey,Come in handy, fuck.
Come in handy,
And for other normal the lads,
It will stimulus –
Exploit the potential in the heads.

Come in handy for girls
Who decided to get drunk,
Who In tears,
Because were written off
From men’s accounts.
They blame their for this music in all sins
And will continue to grow a paunch
And cellulite on the sides.

Come in handy for gamers,
Adhered to the screens
Offline, Online game constantly. For them,
This connection with the real,
Not more than anything,
Because he listens,
He’s in a trend,
He’s not a computer worm.

Older people,for them just recently
It was like a drunk and swearing informal.
It turned out here a fresh sense and more –
Here a strong lyrics and it’s a normal.
How didn’t notice before?
How did missed is it?
Disagreeably.

But

No goals better ( I figured it out! )
Than to bring people a favor.
And If they were able to awaken or soothe
They not an empty sound.

I See The Truth

These streets are crying about the fallen Heroes,
Having survived this day, we are a year older.
But I’m not afraid, I see the truth in each from kiddos,
of Love and Faith are worthy only the desperate .
That all changed one day, my mind became edgy.
And all that was important was suddenly empty.
So wanted to be an ordinary, normal, simple,
Rebuild bridges that once were burned ..
These crosses and crescents,
These elevators, escalators, stairs.
And everyone around are angry and rage, run upstairs
So pass the days, weeks and months.
And the thunder clap, peasant will not cross.
This has long been a tradition in this harsh terrain.
Some people don’t have enough Bread, and for some – of Fame.
Someone holds the trump, and someone – head in insipidness.

Don’t argue, don’t make a noise!
Seeking frenzy, but stupidity is judged.
Daytime wounds treats the sleep.
And tomorrow be that what will be.
Learn to see all in the life in order to survive:
Joy and sorrow, and anxiety. But
What you ask for? What grieve?
Day has passed, and the glory of God!

The Nightlife

This city doesn’t sleep and didn’t fall asleep.
Lights the way for us only moon and Stars.
Our goal is always to go only forward.
To do something is never too late,
Don’t give up.
And be on top,
To be the first in this game.

Add sound.
Loud microphones.
Closer to the stage.

In the center of the dance floor.
In the glass –
Coca-Cola and rum.
Her eyes
Are burning, she’s ready for…
Everything seems new. So not hooked.
Very hot,
But I wanna under the blanket.
Long after midnight. In the NYCity of the weekend.
Webster Hall explodes so that the entrance was closed.
DJ in action
Five days a week.
Do something about what others only talked.
Your Majesty, Mrs. Fortuna many times helped.
Charged mug. These tracks
We start together, everything will be different.
Music NEXT.
Memorize the text.
I will only say that there…
DJ here
To win.
And what must be,
Then it’s not be avoided.

Add sound.
Loud microphones.
Closer to the stage.

Plunge into the atmosphere.
Test your nerves.
Catch my inspiration.
I (without options) will be the First!
Around stinkers and bitches.
And
The young princesses.
If you still don’t understand
Then I clarify processes.
Without stress.
Without losses and defeats.
We give all the power to this
Movement. Street geniuses,
Without
A doubt,
They’re the best!
I beg your attention for every one who hears…

My generations

Now is the time. All chasing prize. Crazy traffic:
Visa and MasterCard, Radio and TV. In the news
Only about terror. For everything and always
Have the correct emergency call.
I say:
“We do not believe you. You’re lying.”
What you don’t believe?
What you’ll soon go away?
My generations on autopilot?
You have fun and drink. Streets strangles the drug,
But you’ll see how far you’re from us.
You’re somewhere in the past,
And I’m here and now!
I write the story of how
Difficult it’s not to be like you.
And you don’t know how much we can do!
Give me strength, God, remain the same!
In this life I’m used just on break.
You may laugh, seeing as we run.
You accusing me though
You’re mired in a lie.

God, we were tired!
So tired of the lies!
Give us the strength to go the distance of life.
Let go of my thoughts.
Show me the right way ..
I know it will not be easy.
Distance is a whole life.

To the core. I decided for myself: Don’t hurry.
And most importantly – to breathe!
Of houses and cars goes way up to the top.
Only actions lead to big victories.
Time is running out. And everything changes.
You’re trying to kill us, but the breaking knives.
So it turns out.
Enemies are united.
And those who are on the same
wavelength – Go away
And merge into. How many of these same stories?
I constantly hear: Someone ends meet,
Someone rich and successful.
All have their own way.
And nowhere to turn.
Take only the best and all the bad just forget.
Understand the essence:
We’re moving forward! Fortuna loves to desperate guys,
And that means
That we’re lucky! The next turn.
Falling or flying? I will not go back. Destiny
Is calling me …….
… We are silent when we should shout,
We’re just stand, when we need to run,
We laugh when we need to cry.
And we lose that we should not lose …

… We should shout, but we are silent.
We need to run, but we stand.
We need to cry, but we laugh.
And we lose that we should not lose …

Black Angeles City

Still believe in myths? Forget it! Late!
Here both children and adults that is understandable
To the core, to the heart and to the marrow,
Remember: LA – city of formidable!

We were attracted by the center, farther from the outskirts.
Lights of the big City people get in packs,
They’re willing to each other to wipe out. Ready to any lengths.
The roads are different, and each chooses his own path.

I learn these streets, these walls,
Orders, customs, strategies and schemes,
Riotous themes, laws the Seductive City:
Either you’re a winner or you kneel.

There need fresh air! Angeles City – place mercilessly !
And in order not to stand still need to think seriously.
Air and water, and all your impossible dreams
In this Cosmopolitan City is just publicity boards.

We are the winners! We ourselves will strike while happiness!
Struggle, passion, success – that’s passions!
And let the enemies to shut up, shut your mouth,
We’re platinum, they’re plastic. We’ll tear you to pieces!

Again fashionable to be an asshole and every one loves it all.
Cool guy this junkie and drunkard!
Oh, have fun dude! This City is not famous of its soul.
Do nothing here to fix it!

Still believe in myths? Forget it! Late!
Here both children and adults that is understandable
To the core, to the heart and to the marrow,
Remember: LA – city of terrible!

Great people, great rates, status.
This City opens your every weakness.
Do not relax, save a rage,
To go forward, never give up.

Here the strongest wins. In the memory will only heroes.
LA – City of formidable, with a devastated soul.
This City – the Third Rome, the capital of the world! Well, it’s almost)
BlackAngelesCity to play in your life a role!

Still believe in myths? Forget it! Late!
Here both children and adults that is understandable
To the core, to the heart and to the marrow,
Remember: LA – city of excellent!

I’m The Owner Of My Own Destiny

I’m the owner of my own destiny,
And I’m not afraid of the prophecy.
If the music will allow –
I am still fall in love
With you again.
Nothing borrowed.
I’m the owner of my own destiny.
I’m the owner of my roads.
And a star fell from the sky – Make a wish.
Only trains gives for everyone the separation.
How many years have raced since then?
Well, why you came?
Do you see a fire burning in the heaven?
It is our bridges in a bright flame..

Blowing cold.
I then thought:
“Maybe was back the our past?
No explanations and regrets.
Yet, we met at the crossroads
Of winter where is not enough heat.
But I waited !”

I’m the owner of my own destiny,
And I’m not afraid of the prophecy.
If you give your heart –
I am still in love with you again.
And I will not regret
How much was unnecessary phrases!
And like the last time.
I want to be with you together.

I Want to

I go away from you, late in the evening,
Consolation for me will be the sunset.
Leaving days with short meetings,
What we are can not return back.

From separation to me neither hot
nor cold.
Do not make my heart heavy.
I want to live another one youth,
And nobody has the right prevent me.

From the fate I’m not asking too much,
Exactly so much, that was enough for me to live,
I’m fascinated by the unknown road
by which I have to go.

I ask from fate, only line a small,
That I had written it,
I want to live a spring belated,
And nobody has the right prevent me.

Evening splash out on the sky
all stars,
Like a blind raindrops ,
It makes me not sad,
any little bit.
Somewhere far away
flickers lighthouse.

Maybe something and was in the life of error,
It just so happened,
I used to take risks,
I want to live with thy smile,
And nobody has the right
prevent me.
I want to live with thy smile,
And nobody has the right prevent me.

I go away from you, late in the evening,
Leaving a hopeless sadness,
I will carry the fate of fleeting,
And probably I will not be back soon.

My life is intertwined roads
Not letting me sleep at night,
I want to get a lot of
And prevent me
Nobody
has
the Right.

Again the Game

Rushes autumn
Into the fog.
Above the water –
The Golden caravan.
In the forests get lost rains.
With them
I am.
Until Spring Thaw don’t wait.
Again the game,
Again a movie,
Again encore.
Weaves the fate of the spindle
OUTSIDE of backstage.
Someday slow down jogging
And leisurely to see
How will start taking off
The soul …
Snow flies,
Harsh Times, a snowstorm.
Above the ground –
White rigmarole.
In the spring
Rainstorms rush into battle,
With them I am.
I get home.
Again the game,
Again a movie,
Again encore…
Again…

I lose

Hush, hush.
I’m from you losing my mind ….
Don’t fool yourself.
Don’t forget you.
Don’t let go of love.
I know …

All that is in my hands,
it’s to hide the tears in my eyes.
The last on the lips…
I lose …
I’m losing Us!
Quietly, quietly
I losing my mind by you …
Loud, loud
You’ll answer me: “You can not.”
Thin, very thin was this thread.
How? And how much I should loving you ?.

Don’t fool yourself in that you need me.
Tomorrow and forever.
I know …

This is my problem.
This is my love.
All than I was strong
I lose …
We are losing us!

I will miss

I quietly squeeze in a hand
Just one ticket.
I look at you and I do not know –
You come back or not?
We’re about parting before and could not think.
I myself urge that this should be.
But is it necessary?
I will miss you so much.
Every day and every night.
I will remember about your big and gentle hands.
I will miss you so much
As happened more than once.
And that’s why
I don’t hide the tears
In my eyes.

For you –
Two minutes of farewell and a new life cycle.
For me –
Found this waiting room is forgotten old friend.
People have never been closer
Than we are with you now.
Look back!
I see your profile
In the last time.

I love him too

He loved me once that’s also
To madness,
To tears,
To chills.
And the bed was burning with fire,
And other people’s dreams about him
Were empty.
But you…

I was looking for this abyss for so long.
Without it, I as the sky
The sky without God.
He’s not the answer himself.
Just somewhere in his eyes
Thy righteousness.
But I…

I, too,
I love him too.
Crucified soul.
I live hardly breathing.
I, too…
I love him too!
The price paid for your pain.
He’s not with me –
He is your.
Your…

I put up with the loneliness of the night.
One day he doesn’t want to and your…
He’ll be back
And I’ll let.
He will ask
And I forgive.
Insults are empty.
And you…

I helplessly drowning in this passion,
Don’t ask me to return your happiness!
Will Curse
And I pray.
Will hate
And I love.
God is our judge!
But I…

I, too,
I love him too!
Crucified soul.
I live hardly breathing.
I, too…
I love him too.
The price paid for your pain.
He was not with me…

My City

I wake up in the City
that changed tonalidad
As Change color your eyes.
In World of my illusions is a real and
I first fell in love with it
for twenty years.

I wake up in the City,
the City is bright
And he wakes up along with me,
in me.
I and my City of sleepily drop the ash
On the sidewalks
of your and my life.

I wake up in the City
that changed World,
with the World in myself.
My City, except that don’t…
don’t writes poems,
but In everything else, like me .

And the City love by me .
And the City is permeated with light,
As your eyes
that changed color. I wake up in the City,
which is sung by me
On the day when you was
capable to glorify
it in me.

Women

My boy, what do you know?
What do you know about women ???
About Women whose teeth is pearls!
About Women whose lips is cherries!
Who got the beauty from the Most High!
Women who ” I LOVE” in nights whisper
Very often cried about the past,
And sometimes laughed for no reason
And steal the heart of a Man …
As the tides of seas ,
Women who are vindictive and truthful,
Good-natured and are unbearable!
It all depends on who is with them:
Women are jealous of Don Juan,
Women are crowns of sages
And for Men who are fools,
Reward from women …is a horns!
My boy, all women is witches,
From that and they like the full moon,
And at night they do so …
That forever deprives you of the rest!
Giving everything for relatives and dears,
Woman, my boy, rule the World!
And not for nothing for crazy Typhoons
Give names beloved.

But What If..?

If I was destined ( in you ) a hundred times to make a mistake,
I will not remember. Next step on the same rake.
I can be with you, and a hundred times in this life I say Goodbye.
Even if you’re hurting me I can still go back.

If I was destined never to see you again in my life
Will be painful and frightening, dark. But I’ll survive.
If you can do, at least once, hurt me,
This means that and the planet and the sky will go to the bottom.

In this world, I have a role to play. And you have, by the way,
If we’re not destined to be… I’m not going into the abyss.
But if we’re destined to be together without the “well” and “may”,
I can get to you…Through volcanoes, through deserts, through cliffs…

L.A.

Mixed people and artists,
And the music elevates above ground.
Jugglers, parodists, and circus actors,
Here everyone can find their own role.
Whirling couples in the unforgettable dance,
Drunken eyes sparkle by sparkle,
Under thundering fanfare
Magician goes and starts miracles.
Audience exults, applause thundering
And crazy merriment continues.
You’re surrounded by a crowd,
Lights lit around city,
Intoxicating potion – River flows.
There’s only true ladies and every true gentlemans…
Laugh out loudly, joyful kids,
As though there is no sorrow nor problems
And everyone
Dreamed of having endless fun.
To laugh,
To sing,
To joke and to dance
Because if faces hidden under the masks
Then simply have nothing to hide.
So as a result of the explosion of colors
Carnival reaches its climax.
And it’s not clear who is the hero, who is a bastard…
But… every one was perfectly aware that
The mask is removed at midnight…

Through the Keyhole..

Through the keyhole I beheld us:
It was awkward, but we were susceptible to each other.
I saw shadows and crumpled blanket and night light…
And later –
Under us big bouncy mattress.

Through the keyhole I saw the night
In which we both come to know sweetness of the ban.
I’ve seen us:
We’re entwined, to exhaustion
Loved one another, by sending confusion off.

Through the keyhole I could see the dream:
Underwear on the floor, clothes thrown into a corner …
I saw the truth: the mistress and lover –
Hostages of passion dormant in unison …

Who are we?

Who am I?

I’m not a saint! I’m no angel.

Look into my soul and see it all.

But it’s mine!

How ‘bout you?

You’re not ideal. And you’re not God.

You’re just a sinner like me!

And it’s true.

So who are we?

Maybe  just weak people. Figures on the board of life.

But perhaps we are creators, or it is not so?

And it can be …

One Day You’ll Understand

Someday you’ll wake up alone.
And you’ll understand that the soul is stale.
That inside you Aisberg of floes .
And all you’ll be want is feel the warmth…
… Of her body,
The scent of her long hair and perfume on a soft pillows.
You’ll remembered how she could not hold back tears
When you kill by indifference.

In the subconscious probably reemerge conversation and the last meeting,
And her hands and lips … And words like a burning ice, like healing:
“You cast a glance with question on my shoulders,
I feel like in the fingers blood-curdling. I’ll rebuff:
The thing is that even my tea stronger
Than what the many now call “Love.”

How long have you caused her pain?
And here at last you realize, sorry for that just now.
But only… where she derives its strength?
Never, never know …

You rack up her phone again.
You’ll want to hear the voice gentle.
And when will you hear it, you’ll understand –
Without you, she is very happy …!

In the subconscious probably reemerge conversation and the last meeting,
And her hands and lips … And words like a burning ice, like healing:
“You cast a glance with question on my shoulders,
I feel like in the fingers blood-curdling. I’ll rebuff:
The thing is that even my tea stronger
Than what the many now call “Love.”

Evoked Strong…

We fall asleep late at night

And sleep only a few hours.

Maybe we are not people at all?

Maybe we are some kind of owls?

Wake up with me

Wake up with me in the mornings.
How is it that the world is fleeting!
I would give everything of eternity
For our instant meeting.

Let every day on the heart becomes colder than…
I know – a thirst for the meeting is not in vain.
Is not in vain.
But to fall asleep without thinking about you, I understand:
Is better not to waking up ever and not feeling pain.
Don’t feel pain.

I so need your quiet glance.
Delicate Sound of touch over the body.
And of your words the heavenly scent,
Magenta color of bewitching hope.

Let every day on the heart becomes colder than…
I know that thirst for the meeting is not in vain.
Is not in vain…
But to fall asleep without dream about you, I understand:
Is better never waking up and not feeling pain.
Don’t feel pain.

I am ready to die every day
Under the motives of your heartbeat.
Wake up with me always,
And then you’ll be able to revive me.

And It Was So

It was so – I loved and suffered.

It was so – I could only dream about it.

I saw her often in my dreams

like Amazon in the river, she swims.

And…

Our souls bathed in the spring.

And did not seem to be of longing.

Our minds were not clouded.

And with this – sadness and pain come to an end.

Of my the shattered dreams, flew shell

in my soul!

And now, if only to prepare a shroud.

Eternal ice and cold have covered all around.

I cry for no reason and i laugh through the tears …

I live with fear and foreboding of death. Ooh God, Please!

My life with her turned into hell!

Like so…

I realized that I’ll never sing the songs.

I realized that I will never have dreams, but I’m strong.

All days passed as a strings of lies,

She gave me only a mirages. I didn’t fly.

But…

I’ll break the guitar strings to get rid of the dope.

I’m not gonna to be a slave of illusory hopes,

I’ll not worship idols of deceit and lies

And will burn all remnants of festive outfits.

I’ll fly!

The End.

Pessimistic realism

Enough sensitivity!

The World is a butchery…

Planet it’s not ball, it roaster … I’ll basicly:

If you’re alive, hence to be hurt … occasionally.

Each of us is a beast… Wild and Solitary.

For mine…

He sings – and sounds melt
like kisses on the lips,
He looks – and heaven playing his
divine eyes;
He goes, and all his movements, 
Or he uttered the word –
all the features of
the so full of feeling, expression,
and so full of wondrous simplicity.

Rapport

Again shouting? Well, where are your manners?
Bonjour, sorry, and other garbage!
Spoiled me my sick nerves!
Though be ashamed, around your relatives.

Where do you tie your again threw?
Jacket on the chandelier, shoes on the piano …
Yes we are, yesterday, Chopin played on it,
Some suspect you’ve become.

Calm down, a bit. For a long time you’re home was not …
What is man? – Oh, this … –  By the taps …
In your pajamas? – Yeah, he just had lunch …
At night time? – Well, the day we have work involving all hands.

Why my knee you grab?
And with hair curlers, why ripped?
What do you keep hinting at?
You would be better to kiss me …

I negligee? So what that the strangers.
Look what I’ve become slim!
Come to me! – Don’t be afraid, don’t tremble!
– Are you miss me? Are you surrender ? – I Knew it!