O sleepless night! I am in love with you!
O youthful night, the belle of the ball!
Thine veritable messengers, the stars, the comets
And the meteors
Arrived on time.
How majestic they are, these celestial bodies!
How magnificent is their canticle in the night!
They are the witnesses of golden ages and falls
Of the ancient empires.
Bloody tyrants, impostors and prophets they know by sight.
Tell me, o Night, wherefore we live and die?
Or do we just lie down and leave time?
February 14, 2013
Insomnia or the Speculation of the Stars
© Copyright: Хабибулло-Евгений Киселев, 2013
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