Clouded mountains...

Clouded mountains…
They seems scarce seen by rays of the Sun
So deep ravine, gorges, sicks have clime the picture sky of heaven…
And gave remembrance tepid touch by rose-palitys of your cheeks...
And even  nice…
Snowmelted peaks.


Mahadeo hills, India.
June 2004.


Forget me not,
On a pictures,
Or on a spots,
Close to pickles,
Vote for God.



Походило и стихло,
То ли дождик, то ли вихрь,
Собирался и ждём,
Думаем, зависит ли от
Времён дня- ночи,
То, идёт что, пролиться хочет.


Распухшие от поцелуев губы,
И ожидания то встреч, то плектра,
Весною бывало лето

"Right handed" a song (Part 1)

Love to breathe about you,
Every dream I start with you,
We created a worlds
Looking in each other eyes,
Doing a lot

Future has
Same tasks

I became left- handed when chicory dribbed down,
Then we understood , you in me,
We crafted roots,
Impetu com cariz,
Por feliz.


From foggy Moscow,
<3 you does coy posts


Now rainbowed air,
Silently invited night,
Shy secret does with me,
Stayed in a silk-nettle gown.
Apparently.

Proportions of N.|S. hemisphere soils,
Like goodness/ evil in humanity souls.


The heaven knows our grove filled through our talking.


Волосы твои бывают цвета воронова крыла,
Вот ты и покрасила их и показала,
Феи улыбнулись, и раздаются взмахи крыльев,
Они признали.


Your hair can be colored like raven's wing, a rainbow has seen ,  fairies smiled and we heard sound of them's flying, they admited, and I came closer <3 you hither,there I recognize less seen rainbows, partly wet , partly dried.


Ones seeing, throat been dry, towing in salt breeze,
You do plotting fait.


Love your loving sunny days,
Caring laugh through,
Telling May,
Mode your recognising,
Dance tamburin said: "I Love you".





Spilled  sunset favor  lime
Mist on water starts on night
Hotter will be at hectic day
Silence flows from heart and wait
Rate of answers measure sleep
What remembered in center meed
Turn to diving the century:
Wood boards our party...




I had a cloud, then I touched


"The Time has hovering,
 Hoofs hears like heal tambourine,
 Joust apparated caringly,
 In sec saying Quelle heure est-il?