evenings people in the windows put a kettle ,
often watch TV ,
write letters blots ,
and I'm wearing a jacket warmer
walked toward the center
on urban alley.
hackneyed thoughts ,
in light smoke wind became stronger
rain was slanting
the lights became brighter if
lit again began to breathe more
uneven step trodden asphalt
hands in Corman hiding
I looked into the distance without emotion
looked Napara leaving his days its boulevards .
I believe sleep and did not want to wake up
it is in the bed next morning will cuddle,
fuck and how it all began
just a meeting of the past and do not stutter
for clothes float coat and boots in the fall,
the boy is now live
there Toshi Bosi ,
then vaguely remember finished fifth
you can see she did not forget you can see I have not forgotten
Yes, you dick ! Yes, you go ! You what the fuck is it for? These visits ... You fucked up , in kind ! With no head against friends! Success greet champagne, vodka mountain beaten path.
woke smska type & quot; come out I'm going so far & quot; ,
Well fuck got going ,
intercom button ,
lit a cigarette stand near the house
& quot; sit down , let's go & quot ;. tied my eyes
somewhere - hour later, she pressed on the gas pedal,
walked 15 minutes
took off the bandage : lake, mist , candles and champagne
pillow cover , crystal glasses ,
yesterday screamed in fury & quot; you got me & quot; ,
in the language of the letters and she does not have a silent, smoking a cigarette
& quot; forgive & quot; forced himself somehow
dry drained his glass to the bottom,
fist kakbudto my heart began to shrink
broke the silence & quot; time for us to leave & quot;
