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I dreamed of your
eyes – islands
of loneliness in the ocean
of human suffering
and shot at point-blank range
hopes.
They were searching in the ruins
of predawn fogs
burnt musical notes
of the pre-war love music.
Trandlated by Natalia Ogienko.
* * * Pre-war summer of booksellers. Time has passed, and a happy life has…
The long, lonely streets of time - manic and tragic with chimes with chimes beating…
* * * Prediction as prayer - white magic rebellion over the madness of black…
Is it possible to know oneself to such depths where the light of knowledge of…
* * * Fraternisation of the Third Rome with the second Babylon-- Sodom and Gomorrah.…
Destiny, change the record. Our traitor boys have enough black things to do without you.…