Хочешь увидеть ее лёгкий танец?
Молча сыграй ей музыку.
Из той тишины, где слова остались
Набором беспомощных отзвуков.
Хочешь зимою пьянящего лета?
Там, на другом краю, круглое
Спелое желтое солнце одето
В нежный прибой утренний.
Хочешь свободы? Полёта вкус?
Вот чертежи и кожа.
Сможешь собрать - крылья вдаль унесут,
Ветер тебе поможет.
Хочешь уйти? Вот сто тысяч дорог,
Иди! Каждая будет рада.
Но не ропщи, что забыть не смог
Нежности звездопада.
Все, что ты хочешь,
Уже дано.
Знай лишь, чего ты хочешь...
Знай лишь - чего ты хочешь
© Copyright: Алена Сола, 2020
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Of all incarnations of matter, wanted emptiness.
Of all the words - the simplest.
Repeat after me -
SKY
LAND
FLOWERS
With mortals on "you." With death, the “closest”.
Today your smell is salty, warmth and blood.
Needles are put in the wax, wine is poured in the font.
EICH
ELE
UNO - standing behind your back and on.
You promise yourself to many. Only alone she gets you.
You surrender to slavery. Power is what you get.
Repeat after me -
ANA
ALA
ALIYASee
Century. year. month. a week. an hour.
A minute. A second. Here and now!
Choose your name. Live among us.
The world for you – will be like a muddy, disturbing dream.
I close the spell -
BREAD
BLOOD
SALT. (and all it seems).
On warming skin -
a crimson juice is flowing.
Swim through the human - invisible and nevesomym!
Century after century - rotate this Hellish wheel.
You are breaking the needle ...
The light of the moon cools the temple.
© Dasha Yakutiya, (translation from Russian)
Ан Под 29.01.2020 11:57 • Заявить о нарушении
Of all the words - the simplest.
Repeat after me -
SKY
LAND
FLOWERS
With mortals on "you." With death, the “closest”.
Today your smell is salty, warmth and blood.
Needles are put in the wax, wine is poured in the font.
EICH
ELE
UNO - standing behind your back and on.
You promise yourself to many. Only alone she gets you.
You surrender to slavery. Power is what you get.
Repeat after me -
ANA
ALA
ALIYASee
Century. year. month. a week. an hour.
A minute. A second. Here and now!
Choose your name. Live among us.
The world for you – will be like a muddy, disturbing dream.
I close the spell -
BREAD
BLOOD
SALT. (and all it seems).
On warming skin -
a crimson juice is flowing.
Swim through the human - invisible and nevesomym!
Century after century - rotate this Hellish wheel.
You are breaking the needle ...
The light of the moon cools the temple.
© Dasha Yakutiya, (translation from Russian)
Ан Под 29.01.2020 11:57 • Заявить о нарушении