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Transmigration of love. Silence opens wide confused smile of the day. How far to approximation of
your breath, sleeplessness of lips! Hands fly apart in
different cities and nights. Inquisitor’s time
seeps in drops, minutes and kills
your tenderness with the monotonous indifference of the sky.
* * *The moonlit shore of the sun,a promenade of hallucinationswith the night tidesand the…
English translation of Oleksandr Korotko’s "Moon Boy" has become a literary discovery for students of…
* * * 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…