* * *In the embrace of soft plush blanket I ask my yesterdream to come. Whose win was it? – And what has happened? –Who has succumbed? I think all over again,I suffer from it one more time. Like what can’t be exactly...

I – like a butterfly to flame – Was rushing so amorosoTo Love – a magic fairy land,Where someone as “mistress” calls me,Where all the days are full of lightAnd where troubles wouldn’t chase me.It’s charming land – my beauteous...

* * *Little light of your cigarette smokeSometimes slakes, sometimes flames again.In the Rossy’s street we are walking,Where lanterns are shining in vain.But this infrequent meeting is just less,Than a moment, step, breath an...

***Почувствуй теплоту, ныряй и утопай в безмолвной тишине, декабрьском тумане; как едет в пустоту проснувшийся трамвай, как в каждом новом дне день предыдущий станет сожженным фитилем, пролитым молоком, зачеркнутым наспех квадратом календарным — где п...