Wind counts on leaves
When chooses the destination to fly,
His voice - a question
Sad Rain basalt,
Reflecting his name in the air,
Run, put my foot, I climb,
But, do not want, want another ...
Glazed with hours,
Eternal struggle
With blindfolded birds ...
My voice break in whispers,
Tear Second fears,
Melting itself ...
words complain
In the corners of the house,
because pride
To remain untold
It corrupts ...
Discussion like secretion
Work has been placed.
pant;
As a stop two worlds intolerable;
Its color - question gasped,
How? - Slogans ...
As a cessation of speech
questions
slogans
Work. works
Talk like a secret;
cemeteries
Heroes, immortality
Color, sound, question,
"Workers, pant it?"
bucolic
Smoke, vodka
Sprinkled with stars,
Hands, radiator,
jazz,
Flowers, bottles
Couch full of magazines,
Ten, twelve books
A corner and a pair embraced
However there's still life ...
Janis
The hours rip the beauty in two
Janis awakens from posters
Inherent rains creep between us ,
Bizarre using telephone coin;
Cigarette smoke in circles arising
Someone invents the primordial kiss
Janis dripping from poster
N dirty absorbed daily;
The Highway is lost among deads
Still ask, "Have you seen a blondie?"
The world's wild silent,
Why should understand, that it come?
never spoken
Butterflies die biting
Like stars burning
Predicting the apocalypse ...
A thought never uttered
Always gives prevaricate,
Just as the ocean
Get in his arms
Hope silence ...
20
I'm sad and lonely birthday,
I’m melancholic, painful and bizarre
I touch my soul - is cold!
And I shudder, poor wanderer ...
Vanity I am and fear,
I’m funny when I am wanton,
I’m humility and foam
And linger in a hospital ...
Gray are my hair and less often,
What would I be hiding from a particularly
With everyone, else I would not a glow ...
And like the wolf in a sheepfold
Expect the fulfillment second,
And not coming would take her to hell
Begging the time for redemption ...
allegorical breathe
Confuse and anchorite,
In a world of saints
Where everyone thinks he's a star ...
My fear not pain,
No misery blind
My fear is not honey
S nothing a sip ...
Sin! - what word
Conceived of Scripture,
Is it really any holy
Up hope in the flesh?
Temptation! - What dark
Call today upon raising,
Even in the Gothic novel
Exist the happiness ...
Vain cry now
When all it is not,
There remained only smoke
And there is no one word ......
Boulevard of dreams
Invariably I said "two"
Of both was going crazy;
We then went for a walk,
I do not remember you being given a flower;
It was the evenings, is it?
You were sad like a bad news,
I smiled not without "color"
What would be a refreshing drink?
Boulevard was loud, dumb,
Just like a council meetings;
Later a man with a guitar
"Sing me something for a rusted penny!"
And you tell me, "What do you care?
Poor stupid in a cage? "
Below screaming lungs ached each
(but you morons understand ...) _
"O that marvelous country, sad but full with humorous"
remember, was right in front of the "Crane"
where someone did that sells
but in no case food.
In cinema was a movie with Delon
Keep it with you intent on Bronson
be!
(But in passing will not tell me ! ...)
And into a later we returned home,
I in my bed, you at the table
I in thought, you at the typewriter,
And then, it looks like a dream?
seven centuries
Seven cigarettes I smoked tonight,
Seven crosses on one tomb,
I'm do not need fanfare
because I am a man, not I’m a saint ...
seven fragrant coffins
no smell of carrion but the ordeal,
I saw mongst the locked doors
I tasted the bitter apricot ...
and yet today through seven centuries passed,
My dreams embedded in sleep
I troubadour without soul and mouth
I’m not a spirit, I can say that I‘m a man?
reminiscence
Our mind born
Thousands of theories,
But one is
Right to love;
Our bad mind
Gemstones hampered,
In calvary cross
Jesus left.
Our body requires
sensuality
As we struggle Lord,
For voluptuous ...
To garbage memory
I searched in the pharmacy Dreams
a cure
Rebel apothecary said dryly:
"Your illness does not make sense, point and price ..."
I tried it the ultimate cure
of despair ...
that I expected
like a Neven response,
like a thought that
baby,
try it hurled
to garbage memory ...