*** Crescent-shaped bread Can’t be cut open, Made into a sandwich, Be spread on, Nor eaten at any other time But morning, When still it’s warm And dangerously buttery, When…
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*** I don't go to bed before I write to you. I have to pile up my today's silences before they turn into a small poem. I sit down to…
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*** Я окрыла les yeux, и мне показалось, что я безнадежно счастлива (désespérément heureux). В тишине утра отчетливо было слышно, как капля дождя падала, как шипела, в твоих руках сигарета…
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*** But soon things changed. Before becoming urgent, the pain Has waited, And then, Restarted a promenade in modo russico. Men in top hats Stood in a circle, Whispering to…
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*** “What is your name?” “I don’t remember.” “And where do you live?” “How can I know it?" “From where would you possibly emerge?” "In the beginning, I remember, was…
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*** They sat next to each other on the piano bench. The night, without candles. They played ‘Le Sacre du printemps’, for four hands - The native - Stravinsky’s -…
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*** Slow it was. Its Excellency - The snow! The snow was waltzing Into the sea, It was. Unable to hide its passion. Was it Madame Karenina? Yes, Anna! Was…
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*** The alarm of seagulls Wakes me up every morning. They screech and they squawk, While I am swimming and turning Under the blanket, Trying to note down what they…
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*** The tissue of ancient trees, delicate laces of limbs, imprints of leaves and seeds are left on the sand of the beach And on the palm of your hand.…
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*** One day the sun will become just another cold star In someone else’s night sky. One night your eye will turn to just another coffee plant In someone else’s…
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