Seven seven - forty-nine,
I do not care about his age,
It just means that seven times
I updated from the little finger of his legs up to his eyes.
Is that much?
My eternal road.
I've been here a hundred years delayed,
Enjoyed a life of a poet
And in a way
You have not returned,
Me - in the direction of performances,
Will be steeper than the execution of Russian romance
Under the Eiffel Tower,
Steeper battle unarmed,
Steeper Tigers Zapashny,
It will be something.
Fun and carefree
I continue to write the script of his life,
Want, write your script?
After all, three times three - nine,
A family of seven - forty-nine!
24.10.10.
Me in the direction of performances,
© Copyright: Игаль Иерусалимский, 2010
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