OMNIA MEA MECUM PORTO *

< Yury Pashkov
Minsk



It is trivial to fear everything,
but no, as always, nothing to do with -
my shoulders snoozing angel,
drunk three sheets of grief.
For him - a blatant step,
for me - it's uneasy,
and in this picture I
I find its own special delights.

Angel Wings snow watered -
not fly.
Yes, and I did not let you go anywhere tipsy.
Let oversleep,
because it does not threaten death,
and the flu, as people,
he, like, should not be hurt.

With him we go
until my age is over.
On the road I just
I leave traces of his boots.
On Zakorko sleeping angel,
and the snowing sky.
At the top of one.
Sleeping is weary God.

OMNIA MEA MECUM PORTO * - (. Lat) All my carry with me.