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Somewhere
< Inguri
Today we can not sleep.
In different parts of the planet,
of parallel lives,
we look through the window holes
right in the heart of the night sky.
And slipping on the cliché of human senses,
We see the bright moon and stars-area coin - accidentally losing its black depth
. How I would like to see less.
I do not want to complicate anything - I'm generally not a fan of difficulties
. I love even for "you", but on behalf of and with no middle name.
I love my little world in grateful silent
whenever possible - in a remote circle of the same patients happy loneliness
. Somewhere ...
"Will you tea?" - Gennady hails
busily wife Nadia.
She ironed everything and roll,
she does not care about species sunsets.
He nods, hiding sighs - well, come about "them" and "bad"
. "Roller marry. Dasha gave birth to twins, but from her lover.
And her husband, Sergei, gave Colonel. »
... He hopes that one day
do not wait for the end of its news,
and it is then how to entertain guests feminine,
deliriously telling,
he carried the plaster, when leaving, slamming the door.
But here it is - not the hero of her novel,
not hit, do not shout, do not stamped with his.
I would be left with one suitcase
or no, but it is itself zagryzet - you know how to contact us, geniuses
self-criticism. And it is better to divide the furniture, cut, play up, to file for divorce,
to relieve her thoughts - even considers him guilty
. And while she told him about the great rent,
his gaze stretches into the distance somewhere,
by stars in the blackness of loneliness.
Hail, through Antares whore, Gene no middle name.
Without a patronymic - for without it the fatherland
. This rider nomadic taurian dusty steppes,
who did not have -. and therefore do not lose their roots
His home - the smell of grass and horse sweat
. His sky - Papaya
abode. Name it - Skolot proud Champion
. It does not know his hapless descendant - a homeless wino Victor
. I could not foresee and Prometheus, as will be destined grandchildren
Karma proud Scythian kings to practice today.
Vitenka not understand, because some of the intricacies of genetic
does not appeal to him, and thousands of houses,
and why in modern society,
such as it is - not the people freemen, and disgracefully poor
. He collects the gifts of the gods on the trash in the dark,
and if he knew the truth - that probably b cursed
because in general gave rise to the heirs,
those whose souls are frozen in stone grave mound,
those who set the example of evil horsemen of Tamerlane.
So there is a growing, devouring first created,
so dear to my heart entropy.
Greetings to you, Victor - not a winner,
through the little window space.
The most difficult to find easy - that under the nose, not far off
. Unpleasant all realize - you are normal, no billions
. Gene Victor and I play on a bench in a park in backgammon,
Gene Vitya whole suitcase propyut today.
Nadia crying, looking at the crack in the wall,
Nadia cries, recalling it and its absence.
He surprised himself - slamming the door behind her naposled,
and she -. stopped suddenly in need of someone's presence third
Bills paid, free, even slightly hurt - but why would think that you can know something for sure
? Somewhere ...
for blackest black forest on the edge of the moon,
you do not sleep, fantasy drawing their designs.
Luck geographical circumstances:
We do not share the oceans and mountains,
we share only five seconds on the pillow - we dream every night meet
. We are silent with you so you do not need words,
that is not named - that no,
why not - then oblivion and running minutes will not kill
. Through the air, dust particles that can accommodate stars and shards of dreams,
through the sky bottomless silence - I send my warm, you, hello.
Today we can not sleep.
In different parts of the planet,
of parallel lives,
we look through the window holes
right in the heart of the night sky.
And slipping on the cliché of human senses,
We see the bright moon and stars-area coin - accidentally losing its black depth
. How I would like to see less.
I do not want to complicate anything - I'm generally not a fan of difficulties
. I love even for "you", but on behalf of and with no middle name.
I love my little world in grateful silent
whenever possible - in a remote circle of the same patients happy loneliness
. Somewhere ...
"Will you tea?" - Gennady hails
busily wife Nadia.
She ironed everything and roll,
she does not care about species sunsets.
He nods, hiding sighs - well, come about "them" and "bad"
. "Roller marry. Dasha gave birth to twins, but from her lover.
And her husband, Sergei, gave Colonel. »
... He hopes that one day
do not wait for the end of its news,
and it is then how to entertain guests feminine,
deliriously telling,
he carried the plaster, when leaving, slamming the door.
But here it is - not the hero of her novel,
not hit, do not shout, do not stamped with his.
I would be left with one suitcase
or no, but it is itself zagryzet - you know how to contact us, geniuses
self-criticism. And it is better to divide the furniture, cut, play up, to file for divorce,
to relieve her thoughts - even considers him guilty
. And while she told him about the great rent,
his gaze stretches into the distance somewhere,
by stars in the blackness of loneliness.
Hail, through Antares whore, Gene no middle name.
Without a patronymic - for without it the fatherland
. This rider nomadic taurian dusty steppes,
who did not have -. and therefore do not lose their roots
His home - the smell of grass and horse sweat
. His sky - Papaya
abode. Name it - Skolot proud Champion
. It does not know his hapless descendant - a homeless wino Victor
. I could not foresee and Prometheus, as will be destined grandchildren
Karma proud Scythian kings to practice today.
Vitenka not understand, because some of the intricacies of genetic
does not appeal to him, and thousands of houses,
and why in modern society,
such as it is - not the people freemen, and disgracefully poor
. He collects the gifts of the gods on the trash in the dark,
and if he knew the truth - that probably b cursed
because in general gave rise to the heirs,
those whose souls are frozen in stone grave mound,
those who set the example of evil horsemen of Tamerlane.
So there is a growing, devouring first created,
so dear to my heart entropy.
Greetings to you, Victor - not a winner,
through the little window space.
The most difficult to find easy - that under the nose, not far off
. Unpleasant all realize - you are normal, no billions
. Gene Victor and I play on a bench in a park in backgammon,
Gene Vitya whole suitcase propyut today.
Nadia crying, looking at the crack in the wall,
Nadia cries, recalling it and its absence.
He surprised himself - slamming the door behind her naposled,
and she -. stopped suddenly in need of someone's presence third
Bills paid, free, even slightly hurt - but why would think that you can know something for sure
? Somewhere ...
for blackest black forest on the edge of the moon,
you do not sleep, fantasy drawing their designs.
Luck geographical circumstances:
We do not share the oceans and mountains,
we share only five seconds on the pillow - we dream every night meet
. We are silent with you so you do not need words,
that is not named - that no,
why not - then oblivion and running minutes will not kill
. Through the air, dust particles that can accommodate stars and shards of dreams,
through the sky bottomless silence - I send my warm, you, hello.