There`s no way for me watching scene of you flying down… Are you already broken and sad or still under the window ledge hanging on? But for sure I will see you again just a little bit later anyway, It will once take a place after summer long m...

The silence does not equal the nonchalance. My silence is my legible “yes” to surroundings. Because when we pronounce “yes” aloud We are cunning guardedly playing up with the differences of intonation. Though in silence...

Don`t come to window for not seeing it – that`s your only armour. It has been standing here without moving for a long time. More dangerous than summer, It`s darker than the trip to bedroom of parents from nursery. I am dissoc...

Am I your foe indeed, to make you pretend Being a dumb speaker in airport empty space, And your farewell kisses are so That they leave stubborn lead aftertaste, To make you a person with wooden hand Under shirt every time I try taking...

You`re my the only love, that is telling the truth, My best ideal and my personal measure. My every woman displayed having some traits of you - That was the only source of my modest pleasure. And while somewhere between Prada & Orsay Y...

Zombies are playing in autumnal leaves. They bury their treasures kidding. They float on wild river Neva for missed Straying herd in the hope to meet it. They heartily love me, slip blanket on me. They fear for me to be frozen. ...

Air`s corroded by smoke of mine. The room`s just a chapter from Kruchenikh`s “Hades”. Recall: beyond this window at first time I am ecstatic by stroking your hands. Today you are sitting, with heart in the iron. One mor...

Why, we`ve fastened our seat belts very tight, There was life vest under seat that you`ve got. I love you, my turnip, till I die, My cornichon, I love you not. We are garden-stuff. Into whistling turbine like into mandoline cutter....

Sweetheart, where are them, your acorns? I was killed with a grief, with despair I was broken-down, Just like cake of a laundry soap which is ugly and brown, I`ve been going to you by the sea for three months. Just like an elephant tha...

It`s impossible for you to say what the name`s by which city is called. I am taking a corpse on a sladge, and it`s traipsing, the collar of its coat. You`d never ask that what taste is forgotten by us away back. Through the Architect Rossi Str...