< Alexander Oleshko
During the pass blows boredom
sun beam pierces me
Smoke breaks to pieces the dream
Happiness moment I drink to the bottom
cigarettes
I do not see you today I want
But the fog alternates me these images
Where are we on Peron and you're into the void
You lace
urban sunset
Sun played shadow your
Time passed and thoughts somewhere
Escort you pushing lanterns lights
I did not ask for respect
timidity
I do not make love and cherish
I do not live in captivity
his pride
If I do not leave going to lock your door
You go away, necessarily very
World look, scratched himself
About blackthorn branch of his loneliness
You run away from the fire into space in November