She draws

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She paints in the style of expressive abstraction,
Or abstract impressionism ....
She is still young, she was thirty,
She did not understand who she is,
and to tell the truth - whether there She
. She writes a chronicle of his life,
Exclusive filled with flowers,
People who do not know it, they say,
That "could have been with us».
And she simply draws what was, and what is already there,
As the minutes of the "here and now" portrait.
She strongly believes that there is no cynicism,
Quite far from the meticulous realism,
And when faced with the aunts in the passport office - smiling all the whispers, "not here, and not,
And certainly not rude to me. »
She is looking for moss on ancient temples,
As the hair at the foot of Venus and
ashrams Look for God is not in itself,
And in some signs and letters on the fire,
As if fleeing from his insides in the mist.
He passes by concerns sleeve,
She touches his shoulder warm,
Leaving noticing his gaze pass,
She silently whispers "not here, not now»,
And he silently thinking "is a failure».
They never wander the framework of her paintings,
He's just not brave, and as a rule - unsociable,
And every hour she writes
picture That might be right now,
And inhale the smell of his hair, and dragonflies that fly to the west,
In the east, not to the south, and where it is only waiting,
Where there are only bows and hair the color of sakura,
Where so sultry grows apricots,
And where He says, "Hi»,
And not "just sorry" and "no."