*** Мама - это мир цветовой гаммы залитого молитвой моря, тусклые полутона снов из детства, глубокое голубое. Мама - это знание, что ты нужен, это запах книжек на полке, это…
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*** Where does the climb end? I'm standing strong and bold on the battlefront: From the deck of a blue hill Adorned with saffron, orange, and green, I squint at…
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*** The last boundary between land and sea - The Lighthouse - Nieuwpoort. Where the rhythm of North waves is a soundtrack to stargazing, where the night sky remains the…
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The silence of every sound, Illogically placed furniture, We don’t see our faces from the outside, Stopping dead before rosebushes. Asthmatic if denied kisses, A pair of fixed wings When…
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*** Your road to my hand begins With what seems to be rice paper - A rolled dream or a cigarette. We walk through the castle gates, To enter the…
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*** The soft amber glow of that film moment When your sleep dissipates Into the smoldering whispers of sun dawn. The feeling of a time and place Where the light…
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*** I tried to find a simple scene to begin with - To display an entire life in one candle shot, From the beginning to the end, Without any screen…
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*** The green brings me back to my childhood. The smell of cut grass in June Meant the 'white nights season', When my father would run behind me, While I’m…
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*** A turning point in a drama, A sudden star, A fragrant violet, A flower chaos in my mind, A dancer in a lotus dress As though from the Degas’s…
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*** Underneath the façade of reason Lies beauty. It felt as if you had been made For eyes of mine Alone. I whispered your foreign name And let the bold…
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