I winced. I sunbathe and quenched.
I was shaking. I made an offer now!, –
but later, I funked, and here I – renouncement.
What a pity for her tears! I blissfully St.!
I went to the square. I could be considered
secondary born. every little
He lived and, not putting me in anything,
In his farewell was rising values.
flagstone glowed, and the streets of the forehead
He was swarthy, and the sky looked askance
Shingle, and wind, as the boatman, rowing
in lipam. And it was the likeness.
But, howbeit, I avoided
their views. I did not notice them greetings.
I know nothing like the wealth of.
I was pulled out, so as not to cry.
The instinct of a born, an old toady,
It was unbearable to me. He crept side by side
And I thought: “childish sweetheart. Follow him,
Unfortunately, We have to look at both the”.
“Shagni, once again”, – instinct telling me,
And he led me wisely, the old scholastic,
by devstvennыy, impenetrable cane
heated trees, siren and passion.
“learn step, and then at least in the running”, –
claimed on, and a new sun from the zenith
Viewed, how to teach anew walking
A native of the planet on a new Planida.
Some are all blinded. Others –
That darkness seemed, that the eye though vykoli.
Chicks digging in the bush dahlias,
Crickets and dragonflies, as a watch, tikali.
floating tiles, and noon viewed,
not blinking, on the roof. And in Marburg
Who, loud fistula, Master crossbow,
Who silently preparing for Trinity Fair.
Eltel, clouds devouring, sand.
Predgroze played eyebrows bush.
And the sky is sintered, fell on a piece of
hemostatic arnica.
On that day, all of you, from combs to feet,
As tragedian Shakespeare's drama in the province,
I wore with him and knew by heart,
He roamed the city and rehearsed.
When I fell in front of you, covering
fog this, the ice, this surface
(how are you good!) – This vortex stuffiness…
What are you? Come to your senses! missing. rejected.
Martin Luther lived here. There – brothers Grimm.
clawed roof. trees. headstones.
And it remembers and stretches them.
All – alive. And it is also – similitude.
Not, I will not go there tomorrow. Renouncement –
fuller farewell. All clear. We're even.
Vokzal'na hustle is not about us.
What will happen to me, antique plates?
Everywhere, holdall decompose fog,
And put them in two window-sill for a month.
Longing for a passenger volumes glide
And with a book on the ottoman fit.
What a coward I? because I, like grammar,
insomnia know. We have an alliance with it.
Why should I, like the arrival of a lunatic,
Phenomenon thoughts habitual afraid?
After all, the night playing chess sit
With me on the lunar parquet floor,
acacia smells, and windows wide open,
And the passion, as a witness, sedeet corner.
and poplars – king. I play with insomnia.
And queen – nightingale. I reach for a Nightingale.
And the night wins, side of the figure,
I am a white morning person know.
