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Posted by on Sat, 19 Jul 2008 04:47:00 GMT |
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Posted by on Sat, 19 Jul 2008 04:46:00 GMT |
camera-obscura |
Usually I like rain. But when it surrounds me with dense ring, sneaks up closer and closer...I'm getting afraid. Every drop roughly cuts the picture of the wprld in two parts. Then one more drop and m...
Posted by on Mon, 21 Apr 2008 06:29:00 GMT |
"Heart and soul, one will burn..." |
"Tip-tap-toe to the lonely places..."
Well... One-day trip to the people, who need your love. Old story, as you see. Tube noise, then van after van - endless rails and flitting trees, that hide t...
Posted by on Sat, 02 Feb 2008 05:56:00 GMT |
Old Man |
He reads the white stripes of the road
He knows his route until the door
His hat sits sad, but had good times
His only listener is glass of wine
And trembling hands searching for ...
Posted by on Sat, 12 May 2007 22:33:00 GMT |
USSR is dead, viva la bureaucracy!!! |
Alright, yesterday I was on Nika Award(20th annual ceremony). First I had so many expectations about it - to talk with actors, to be in high society. You know - this life among "mass" people with no o...
Posted by on Sun, 25 Mar 2007 03:48:00 GMT |
Making a distance |
Making a distance
When your long flight will be over
Touch the ground just for the moment
For my hands coulg strong embrace you
Try to bury from that stranger
Stranger seems to be a vixen
That ...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Mar 2007 09:37:00 GMT |
When there is nothing but you... |
Well, that's all remained by me
Stained illusions passed the trees
Should I've read your signs in heaven
Or have mixed my tears with dirt?
Anyway, too late to touch the reflection in the mirror, accus...
Posted by on Mon, 19 Feb 2007 10:10:00 GMT |
Tales of the dead man |
Can you see me, see my broken heart?
I'm dead now, but I used to breathe
I could fly to heaven and then fall in dirt
And I gave you all that I could ever give.
People touch me, show with fingers on me...
Posted by on Thu, 02 Nov 2006 08:43:00 GMT |
My young groom |
My young groom, why are you so dead-pale?
Your lips are touching the sky now
Your hands like wings of the morning grey
And eyes so close to infinity...
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Posted by on Thu, 02 Nov 2006 08:27:00 GMT |
