Воскресенье, 07 Декабря 2008 г. 01:48
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Esli sledovat primeru luni, to nuzzno postepenno rasti in takzhe padat, mezdu etim proizhodat drugije dejstvija i tvoja golova ne znaet tochno kuda povernutsa - esli vizhu zvezdi to kak to lehche na dushe
i na konec vsegda za soncem
mezdhu etim ljudi letat k tebe i za toboj kak ptici s ostrimi kljuvami nabrasivajutsa na zhertvi
kto to stuchal vchera, ne pomnju, ne ta luna
a mezhdu etim prazdniki ubivajut drugih
i deti pojut novogodnnjie pesni
mne snilos shto kto to otkril kakuju-to dver
a za nej bila pravda
za platonom menja ponesla
opatj
eta luna
The spring time is here again, I'm flathered because of it, because of it it really doesn't matter, because of it I feel...
Mozhno skazat' schto i prishla kto-to kuda-to ushel kto to nashel okno ono pustoje vovse ne odno, cherez nevo prihodit vesna mozhno skazat' shto zdes' ona, no kto vse vremja puskajet odkritije okna i meshajet nam smotret' gde i kuda kto-to kuda-to uhodit i kto kogo nahodit...
No mozhno skazat'....
Ah, tak pust' budet tak.
Vse vremja to zhe samoe, mir idet h koncu i mi prachemsja v oskolkah zhiznji i zhdjem.
Poka vse pridut, i ujdut i najdut svoje okno.
A mi zdohnem bez vozduha.
ha.
Помогает вам ответить на очень сложные жизненные вопросы и направить на правильные выход. Является вашим внутренним голосом и интуицией. Всегда спокоен.
Coming up this week: it will be round and coloured in the sun. Seems like nostalgia is entering everything and everyone. You don't need to have fun you need more than ordinary, so seek for the flowers of the night. as baudelaire said it some years ago. But in poetry there is no time, no yes or no, the middle part of you and everybody in the life cup. I'm writing stories.
Waiting for survival these days. We had some natural disasters in our area in past days. Too much water will kill you. And we all prayed for better future. and now I'm thinking: could it be so that all you really need, is just some patience. With a little help of my friends. Just dive into poetry. Even if yor waiting for the full moon. Tomorrow.
Hm, seem like a long indian summer. This weather is twisting us around, playing games. Bubbles in your ears and sweet sence of tranqulity while trying to find a person before it gets to cold.
In a way, we all spend moments but we rarely keep them safe of all the people. Public diaries and virtual love, newcomers of the computer age, here we are sharing things, but do they really meen to us?
seems like a long summer. can't wait for my personal favourite time of year - the autumn.
Qickly the autumn sends her soul to the summer, she calms him, cover him with a blanket full of leaves.
There is something about this, if you believe in circularity.