Artworks

“In the hallway  of unaccustomed nights…”

In the hallway  of unaccustomed nights and frank of expectation smelled alive, but none of them dared any of them …

2 weeks ago

“The moonlit shore of the sun…”

* * *The moonlit shore of the sun,a promenade of hallucinationswith the night tidesand the tides of loneliness,where in the…

2 weeks ago

“Pre-war summer of booksellers…”

* * * Pre-war summer of booksellers. Time has passed, and a happy life has passed between fingers. The war…

4 weeks ago

THE GOTHIC FLAVOUR OF MADNESS

The long, lonely streets of time - manic and tragic  with chimes  with chimes beating in hearts, that lead  to…

1 month ago

“Prediction as prayer …”

* * * Prediction as prayer - white magic rebellion over the madness of black magic at the point of…

1 month ago

Is it possible to know oneself…

Is it possible to know oneself to such depths where the light of knowledge of Good and Evil does not…

1 month ago

“Fraternisation…”

* * * Fraternisation of the Third Rome with the second Babylon-- Sodom and Gomorrah. It's about time. It has…

1 month ago

HERE WE GO

Destiny, change the record. Our traitor boys have enough black things to do without you. Don't ask what to do…

2 months ago

FORERUNNER

How did it all start yesterday in Washington? Someone really wanted to trample and humiliate our President. It didn't work!…

2 months ago

One winter less

* * * One winter less One war more. A memorial is waiting for spring. And the birds will sing…

2 months ago

Hellas

Hellas of island days lost addresses and oceans of dreams deep as the faint of crucified in a hurry lilacs.…

2 months ago

How can you sing these words

*** How can you singthese wordsat the height of glory,don’t you seethat all our vowelsare shot throughwithin them?What remains?Only the…

3 months ago

“Alarmous sorrow of fogs…”

*** Alarmous sorrow of fogs hides from hellish, stranger’s eyes the museum of our waxen faces. What a pity that…

3 months ago

WAR CONTINUES

The war goes on.The war goes on.War runs.War flies.Today I rememberwith what passionin my childhoodwe used to shoot at the…

5 months ago

“Love is bitter by separation, by almonds…”

* * * Love is bitter by separation, by almonds, a ruined era, November, the splinter that sticks out in…

6 months ago

“Is it possible to get tired of many circumstances, of a monotonous and monotonous life…”

* * * Is it possible to get tired of many circumstances, of monotonous and monotonous life, of course it…

6 months ago