there. No, it’s not, no desire to make a fuss, my heart is sad. A bare branch knocks on the frozen window as a stranger knocks on the door.Simple conversation and shyness color the evening. The warmth of my hands warms and the reflection of my gaze makes me love. – And my words, “I love you!” The wind takes them. – “May I call?” – It asks me shyly. And a bouquet of withered roses will remind me of love. Sleep and folly are friends. And only the phone will be an unburned bridge that he may not forget. There will never be success in artificial joy. And I lost the phone. I felt sorry for him and for myself. Burned bridges must always be burned. There is no point in the past if it is just the karmic path of two. There is cardinal forgiveness, which means freedom from illusions. All that matters is your soul and the peace within it. Never separate from your loved ones.
I WANT A FAIRYTALE
I will sing with you, Evening Dawn. I see the lights shimmering in the distance. It’s like mute music, beating on the keys. The cricket’s whistle never stops, accompanying the evening state. Gray sky, jumping stars. Night’s fairy tale night gives right. Beyond the horizon, frowning forest. The cloak of darkness, secret cloak. Like an impregnable wall. Like a knight guarding my sleep. It all seems like a fairy tale, and not easy. Like a song of love. Breathing and living with a single desire. To open up and be understood by me. Slowly dissolving into me. Leaving me no trace of pain, it’s only hope and dreams that give me joy. I’m trying to live as before. Tired, I have come to bow before you. I repent again to the righteous man of the evening. Let him tread severely on my soul, to rise again on my wings!
I’M FLYING TO YOU
When I remember our time, I’m sad. And under the hot sun I melt, just like back then. And once again I fly into your arms! This evening was full of carelessness. I was happy to live among simple things. As if in endless weightlessness. I felt so different. Always an incredible woman, always happy. Among people. Among thousands of people in the crowd! You held my hand so touchingly. In the midst of the noise and the noise of many sounds. You were afraid to lose me and not to find me later… And again I cuddled up to you, silly. Even though you are far away now… In my heart, your smile, dear one, has remained. It’s the melody of love, in the tavern by the pier. And with the evening, coastal breeze. The song sounded in which thoughts of happiness with you. I like to remember our time…
WILL HUG AND STUN
There is no doubt that the new is knocking at the door. I’m afraid to let you in who looks like me… Maybe you’ll fly through the window like an early bird? You will cloud my eyes and overwhelm me… But already close, you call me with a look. And the silent notes of sadness disappear. There is no place for them here. And you repeat confidently, “You and I, forever!”
YOU ARE MY HEART
Tears, pleas and forgiveness. And fleeting gusts of anger that lead the heart into emptiness. And in time it simply asks for warmth, with which at first it wanted to tremble and beat unevenly. Oh, how it wants to forget itself with him! And believe in the song of two hearts. It’s hard to achieve everything, let alone say goodbye to him. No desire to leave, only to be, to live.
And here again I resent the fact that your heart is not with me and beats far away. There’s no place for indifference, believe me. Oh, and why do you need such a restless me? But you just tell me a fairy tale where there is only you and me and no one like us. Or better yet, hold me tight! My dear and beloved, you are my heart. My beloved, you are my heavenly happiness.
MY SHORE
The surf sings a song. And the shore was dressed in gray in the evening. And you, already in dreams with me. You embrace me, warm me with your warmth. Two hearts lost on the way. In the middle of another’s dream island. Looking into the distance of the sea. They have lost the traces of loneliness. Everything happens later: separation, resentment and desire. Like in the best Hollywood scripts. And now another kiss and another embrace. On the shore of the distant island of Rhodes.
WON’T TELL YOU EVERYTHING
In a short line, catching a groan or perhaps a cry, we don’t think of the importance of the moment. Behind the chastity of the verse, there is a whole destiny about which the poet does not want to tell everything. And not out of pity. And not out of shyness or avarice. Yes, it’s just that the moment is important, when in the groan is the night, and in the cry is the song. And no one will know how to help the heart if everything is exact. A poet doesn’t tell everything, even if it’s impossible. It’s only the moment that counts. When a moment is followed by a whole night…
LET’S TALK ABOUT LOVE
I haven’t seen you for so long, my beloved. I would like to take a dream for reality. Where I fall asleep happy with you again. – Why can’t you go to heaven? I would be with you, my beloved. Only your greedy and lustful wife hides behind a veil of dreams. Naivety is a sweet voice, There is not an ounce of reproach in it. I would like to be with you one day, as a passionate nurse. Let’s talk a little more about love.
EYE TO EYE
I was embarrassed by the unintended feelings I was expressing. I looked into your eyes like a shy girl. You asked me not to look away, as if you were testing me. What a childish game. I thought I would never play it. Eye to eye, and there’s no proven remedy. To make sure our feelings are right. Just a moment and I knew. There is nothing more beautiful than your eyes, my dear man.
THESE BEAUTIFUL ROSES
I can’t describe the beauty. And the fragrance of those very roses! I see that there are no words, and there is no need. I have a picture in my head, I have seen it only once. Moreover, I am very pleased and not without rapture! I want to enjoy and admire these roses for a very long time. These beautiful roses of mine.
THE GIRL DREAMED OF LOVE
I closed my eyes in uncertainty. Oh, how great it would have been to meet you yesterday. Where else did I dream as a girl? But with grace. I want to shine only for you, and in my grace you will find my truth, about you and me, I will not be able to forget! – A real living rose, with the petals of your scarlet lips! Darling, it will remind us of the happiness of two. The evening will lighten a long day, the night will pass like a shadow. It will not prevent us from loving each other,” said the beloved man. Girls are like flowers in a field.
SUN BUNNY
Silly Sunny Bunny. Jumping on my desk for joy! He’s naive, believing that everything is settled. And there’s no reason to worry, and the light has long since illuminated my window. But how do I explain to him? This presumed joy, sometimes we just can’t accept the choices he makes. Everything drags on like a dream. Sometimes we like this stupid state. If we can play stupid. Call you for a visit, sunny bunny, and then close the window behind you. And again, just like before. Just to be. Sunshine, I’m still waiting for you, Sunshine…
LOTS OF LINES
How many lines around the heart, how many dots in a continuation. When a thought clings to a thought, foreshadowing an understandable moment for everyone. Too often I condemn myself to a lonely dawn, hoping for an angelic light. I do not believe, I doubt the correctness of the words. But someone boldly pulls me along, not noticing my small victories. Many lines…
THINKING OF THE PAST
I will enter the new year with trembling in my soul. Thinking of the past. I’ll look to the future. But before I do, I’m going to pour myself a glass of champagne. And slowly, sip by sip. I’ll drink, I’ll say goodbye to the past with a hot tear. I was so good, so naive, so crazy. She let herself go, all her overshoes. Barefoot girl, jumping for joy! And of course there was no