I'm in you, my sun, I believe
I catch you from the sky in the palm of your hand,
I run-cut into the door -
200 volts from sparkling lightning,
Touch in my fingers and delivering,
you allow yourself to break through
With your smell, the skin is mistaken,
I can not let go and part.
Dissolve in you like vodka,
Ignore how Light Muratti:
Your hips, your gait ...
I am dependent in your square.
I collect you in bouquets,
Inequate, inadequate.
Only here, only me all this,
I will not give anyone, I'm greedy!
Come in, all take off the threshold,
/ Hate someone else's photo.
There is one love for God -
It's you, not just someone.
Do not grab / read later.
220 Mad Lines
I lead in salted skin ...
You were born goddess!
The city sleeps, nothing wants ...
Pooh from wings all over the bed ...
I love you more night ...
... and smoke in the dark muratti ...
You will stay here before the explosion,
Before the arrival of other people's plates.
I want you to love
Without borders, no clock and arrows!
I want everything else ...
/ Even the books are jealous of me ... /
If you do not believe me, then
These lines do not exist ...