"I have a needle on pupils chopped
A small house with a view of the sky,
In the sky - April.
Thank you, wild travushka for sticky blood,
Thank you, pebbles, prophetic for your bed.
Zolotoglazy Copernicus, create me again ... "
// Venia Drkin, Ukrainian singer, probably the bard ... I know about him is that
He had cancer and died. He played in between prolezhkami in hospital ...
Information may be inaccurate ... //
Occurs - with the world, with me, with you - the universal creation dushi.Dusha, carefully wrapped in a huge, especially for her tailored dress great designer, wandering between smskami, nerve calls, occasional meetings and online matchmaking between ridiculous movies, poetry fading, infinite loneliness, the soul of the world created by us every second.
Do not you think that everyone too lonely in this world like? You crossed arms and legs, you close to me. Are you listening to me, without showing emotion. Every evening, coming home, buries the door. In the closest of the most beloved friends - each closed in itself. Look, why do we live ??? Rhetorical question, not the answer ...
I listen to Venu. And it hurts me to listen to him, I want to touch this beautiful but doomed in advance. And what do you live knowing how much you left ??? How many days ... hours had the courage to LIVE YOU ??? And still do ... Zolotoglazy Copernicus, creates it again ...
Live so live ...
Without touching the soul of the world (and so it zalapali) getting used to it, take it as it should be. Their little weaknesses forgive myself.
You know, I grew up.
Now I, like all adults know that there is no love.
Or rather, no, no ... do not argue. Hear.
Remember Bunin's "The Man from San Francisco?" There is such a line (not with the accuracy of the author, but in the sense of) what is the difference WHAT loves girl, for wealth, beauty, or for the fact that Prince ... I mean ... we buy people.
You know ??? SHOPPING. If not wealth, fame, beauty ... something else. To win the competition you have several desirable criteria ... In general, then your inner world few people are interested and hardly anyone will try to understand you.
Like animals. Male chooses a female. And vice versa.
Do you want to say, but what else? Indeed, the word "love me as I am" in this century are somewhat paradoxical. And what you love, the very fact you know what (oh) you?
I have not.
Zolotoglazy Copernicus, create me again ...
The world is going, along with fair-haired soul, into the abyss. Help? Pull? But what can be done, I also like to fly down to the correct suicide, like a butterfly on a warm ... but the fire of hell.
"How to Yesenin: sad and incredibly,
The castle cozy mess.
Drop the last star and vintage,
Tears and rain, and cognac.
First there was a downpour,
Then there was fog,
So mournful and voiceless,
And my castle fell.
Today it Ball
And the queen in it - Autumn
Even not subject to time,
The Queen herself knows it.
Agree, it's beautiful
In the coat of the stoat ...
The queen of my heart
Just barely touch the mantle.
What to do?
Everyone all over the place.
Someone I'm alone, and someone I - two.
The castle window with just one thing -
Outgoing window into the garden.
There is damp, dark
And thousands of "but" ...
What a pity
Not yet wine
Crushed my grapes. "
// // Venia Drkin
Only a person resists the laws of gravity. He always wants to fall upward. Zolotoglazy Copernicus Express Yourself us again ...
