We Frankenstein stitched crudely

< Felix Komarov



We Frankenstein stitched crudely.
The mind and the soul of the parts of the pieces.
From the sky fell we were are round,
But torn apart from dreams.

Part feuding devouring itself.
Reach for the sky and fall down.
And merciful, clever Maya,
Sleepy presents a nightmare, like life.

The beast and the child hero and murderer,
Righteous cunning, cheerful maniac ...
Seam cuts tired faces,
Combining light and darkness.

Each part of the eagerly seeking salvation.
Each prays to the gods fit.
Each fights with his own shadow.
Each thinks that it is Adam.

Anyone who, once returned to the monastery,
Combining all its fragments.
The director, performer and spectator
Thumbnails of eternal love.