We - the characters are different short films Bashny.Net

Liya Altukhova



He wakes up at six of the clock,
Sleepily and sluggishly walks to the fridge
He pours oatmeal, yogurt,
Curves of lips from coffee with cinnamon.
I smile in my sleep, and I dream
We fly over sun city,
We forgot about the network and mobile phones
I whisper into his dark beard,
We are not immune to pirates and icebergs,
Your Galleon is too weak, no weapons,
You've been shot in the chest, and I'm very cold
Tuberculosis in our time is not treated.
Even on land there are places in the Arlberg,
The way too long, and the waves swirl
The storm and the boatswain attempted to hang himself
Loudly chanting the sea — not a puddle.

He descends the escalator,
In the noisy crowd of the metro
Smokes nervously, and as if the antenna
Is associated with the childhood town of Odessa.
He has read through the morning press,
Passed the storm and tsunami
Somewhere in Thailand and the equator
People suffering from the waves and not stress.
I don't know how to live without the endless
Blue expanses and the bottom of the ocean,
I was guarded by stern guards,
I fear pirates and theft.
In the sky shines the Big dipper,
Our Galleon on the right course lies,
Like it or not, but I just couldn't meet.

We — the characters are different sometimes.
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