*** My love for the countryside in the fall, The smell of the soil, Van Gogh of sea-buckthorns, Rodin of the sky, The air “of thoughts”, Unhurried walks towards the…
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*** I have attended the concert of your lips, I am sure I know of no agony comparable To sensing of this opera. The “bogatyrs” they are, Are chivalrous, Are…
*** I awaited a word from the water. It came not. Well, then what? I searched for a thought and asked fish; They knew no more than me. Well, then…
*** November day is Azo Orange, If you observe it Leaning on the windowsill Where ripe mandarins lie. A girl is passing to the skating ring – A clementine, So gorgeous…
Marching from sea to sea One with the body of a Roman, With the mind of a Greek, With the soul of the Orient, Through always the same labyrinth of…
*** You are my hometown of forgetfulness, of healing, Made for ЛЮБОВЬ [LUBOVJ – love], I woke to find you swathed in la nebbia, ТЫ НЕБО [TY NJEBO – you…
*** Woken up by the white the white, By impatience of heart to melt, The sky was empty this night, Without the stars has been left. The sky didn’t sleep…
*** It was an attic room, Too small For my unableness To keep emotion in control. It was under the attic dome, Where we felt the joys Of shared insomnia….
*** Can you stop the rose from withering, Sun from setting, Hands from getting unpassionate? All that remains is memories And the tyranny of ‘what-ifs’ – God, bless them! On…
*** Cautious is the sound, The sound of the still mountains. As if the icebergs rooted to the lake, They moan to the skies for centuries. But nothing exotic about…
