Interpretation of love

     Locomotive of love.
The locomotive is what pulls us
on the mad rut of life...
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Save and save! I slow down in the boiling darkness
at the bridge to you...
Stop and you - like a counter train,
our meeting is a threat...
Let's try to move like birds
.................
silently, haphazardly...

     Weird singing.
Go towards, exploding yellow foliage ...
Lame when you see a no-man's dog ...
Get used to life the way it is...
Hope. Do things your way
pay attention to something
like a marvelous song...
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in the past, in the untold...

     Collusion.
Time is like a blizzard
there is no change behind it...
Refraining…
Love is a deal with someone
like a clock - conspiracy with time,
like an attempt
keep your heart in your chest
……………………………
nobody hears, nobody cares...

     Unfamiliar letters.
Explain.Slowly.Looking into the eyes.
That it can't be taken.
What better way to stop.
What are the drops that the wind throws in the face
and yellowed lamps,
that stretch in a chain on the other side of the river,
this is the secret meaning of our conversation...
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in old newspapers
unfamiliar letters are encountered -
echoes of exciting events.
They jump
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untouchable, incomprehensible

     A meaningless dream.
A futile dream to meet again...
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Like a toy at the entrance to the store
and left is great
able to survive adulthood
so we have to wait
until meetings become necessary again...
Because we were left alone
together
…………
on the island of former love,
in the midst stream of life...

      Thaw.
Thaw. Ability to breathe freely,
move…
Light sadness
that it's cold again
forges body and mind,
that we will be again
...................
motionless, unwilling...

     The sound of the world.
Looks straight in the face...
Has big, gray eyes
but he doesn't know...
Knows that there is a big world around.
He sounds.
Knows what love is.
It has a taste, also a sound.
And it looks -
…………….
warm...

      Talking trees.
They are talking.
Between themselves.
I try to hear - no way ...
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Help me understand myself
feel like an ant is crawling on the skin,
to get freedom with shells of wings -
let's fly around the spark!
………………………………..
It's the trees moving
around us with the words - "goodbye"...

      Love on the stairs
"Love on the stairs? And what -
animals are dumber than us? - you say -
Or do we not live once?
……………………………
Then to wait, wait ...
Until things get back to us.
Same staircase collapse
and rebuild again...
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And you and I, rocking
from a long kiss
slowly walk along it
to ordinary love...

      Girl's tear.
There was a fight somewhere at night.
Then the girl whined under the window.
They slammed the doors...
Worn until dawn...
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I fall asleep with the thought - this is love,
from a girl's tear, children are obtained ...

      Soul.
Breathe. Feel. Hope...
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Everything is as always: a quick look,
movement suddenly stops
the walls are fading...
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Where is her soul?
She is not.
More precisely, there is, but it does not belong to us ...
Like our love
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she belongs to the past...

      Mouse.
Small, slick.
Knows something - hides ...
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We listened to her in the morning.
She squeaked, sang in her own way ...
"To catch?"
"God forbid! Cozy ..."
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Suddenly disappeared. There was a hole in the floorboard.
Nemiga. The house was demolished ...

      Small and faithful.
Appeared suddenly -
something crumpled underfoot...
Puppy.
Transformed into a small dog.
Small but true.
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They took it and left it somewhere in the forest.
So it stayed for me
Small and faithful...

      Empty room.
In an empty room, in the morning
we stood in an embrace
and people who are no longer there
stopped at the threshold
sorry...
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A room without furniture and people -
only music, only us...

      Life is like a call.
Life is real
call to revolt!
And then they will enslave us
humiliated, then exterminated ...
They are strong, mobile,
titanium-magnesium…
We are sluggish, melancholic,
even depressive
afraid of darkness, blood, each other ...
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Come closer - dawn is coming soon
and the silence will be disturbed
bird voices...

      Third eye.
Never meet. Our ways
do not intersect, although
circling around the same
around the basic instinct...
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Vision weakens - glaucoma. However
the third eye sees
your search for happiness among
supermarket shelves lined with
multi-colored swill...

      Inaccessibility.
I count zooms - already eleven,
then - "subscriber unavailable" ...
……………………………….
You have become a "subscriber" -
six-fingered creature
with the glassy gaze of a red ant...
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You are unavailable because I do not understand you ...

      Gypsy dans at the pub.
Actress. Brawler.
Calmed down after forty ...
...........
…And how am I?
How to get past the pub
and see
your silent gypsy dans?
Revived you...

      Unnecessary shirt.
They say it was like yesterday...
No, it's happening now...
...You take my civil -
shirt, trousers.
You say something. I don't really understand.
Feeling you stay
and I'm moving fast
into some other
from where I will return Other, and then,
even having met
we don't know each other...
………………………
To hell with this shirt?!

      Blizzard.
Neither earth nor sky
got a blizzard...
We trample on the side of the highway.
Sing so you don't get cold.
... The truck braked - "climb in!".
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Coming back from a wedding...
With a "cup" and a snack ...
And we were so yong...

      My death.
It is announced from somewhere behind the closet.
Yellow-skinned, with a drooping belly -
bowels visible under the skin ...
sits crooked,
sipping tea loudly...
 ... And you will not drive away.
Because her name is my death ...
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Everything around reminds me of you.
How long does this last...

      Voice.
I hear your voice.
I recognize him. I distinguish from the hubbub.
Here again... No, not you...
… Stay close.
We will talk
…………………………..
until we see you again...

      Talk.
Talking with you…
You don't hear. You stand behind invisible glass.
I try to touch your palms...
... And I push off from the icy surface.
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No... Wait a minute...

      Kunstschtuk of love.
Clinging as usual
to each other so
what our bodies form
some curmudgeon,
watching the same dream
together, hand in hand like children,
run down
on the grass with a sunny dope ...
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I don't dream anymore...
Everyone looked together...

      Unknown disease.
inexplicable kindness,
one-word yes-no answers
bloodshot whites of eyes...
... An unknown disease clung,
as if I-
elderly or even demented...
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So I live without you...

      There and Here.
Splin took over
I'm wasting my time...
I blow the leaves off the branch.
They are like letters without addresses...
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Addresses not needed
because There is only you
and Here - only I...

      Prohibition to live.
It is prohibited here:
touch radiators,
look at light sources
complain and ask questions.
It -
…………..
a real ban on life!

      Furious calm.
I'm in the grip of melancholy...
... Gave me blue veins,
dilated pupils...
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So add it
sweet bitterness,
ruthless kindness
and frenzied calm!

      In a stellar storm.
Flying in the stars...
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... I deprive myself of food,
I break the dream into small pieces ...
…………………………………….
Soon,
see you soon…

      Sharpness of sensations.
Feeling the thrill again...
I feel the vanishing and the invisible
smells, voices...
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Embrace the Elenium of reality.
The sting of pity is a pity!

      Invisible presence.
Poverty. Empty house.
…It's easier to bear
than crazy kindness.
...Add only your voice,
rattling dishes,
frequent steps.
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The invisible presence
this is a sure sign of love...

      Unbearable expectation.
Excite me - inspiration!
Make the body weightless. Push the heart.
To pure words
flowed…
Yes, so that I was far away.
Weightless. Invisible...
It would become a geometric-abstract point ...
But so that my thoughts
were known to everyone.
Even the soulless...
Even after eternity...
Even there - for
dead not from Time, but
from the unbearable expectation of love.

      Look at the sun.
This is possible when
close your eyes and
cross your arms over your chest...
Then the sun will draw on the eyelids
wonderful pictures that
Guess the Past and Future,
your face,
transparent neck…
... Silently look at something
through me.
Then you disappear. Even in your thoughts
not hold...
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Then I open my eyes
sunshine!
If so, take away my sight!
I see with my soul...

      That day.
When I hear something...
hey, silent space!
Turn the Page Today!
More...More and more...
Until I see a sunny day
tram stop
next to the beer…
……
The day when I
met you...

      Antipsychotic.
The neuroleptic chlorprothixene,
antidepressant ladisan,
hypnosis sessions and yelling
"Get out!"...
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You know - I just now felt
the depth of your despair
human cruelty
and my stupidity...

      Nudity.
Embarrassing nakedness.
Blind full breasts.
Natural blonde.
"Come closer…".
There is a musty smell.
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And my hand embraces the void...

      Fluffy.
At night. Strongly tipsy.
Leaving the wedding...
They sang after us - "... dizzy,
I can hardly stand on my feet
But I'm not drunk...
"What are they singing?" you asked...
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And then I took you in my arms.
Light as a feather...

      Your trail.
Lipstick marks travel through
items and clothing...
Traces everywhere,
everywhere you...

       Awakening.
I saw you in a dream.
I watched TV. I was silent.
I fussed. I said something.
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Then I woke up...