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A. Glukhov. The last Fayum portrait. 2016.
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I’ll talk to you with cap of tea apart – so far
The vastness blue above I lie on beauty
And stars are looking straight at thee
Through azure ether – there are no pains
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A lot of lights are flickering into the blue
Inside the pure morning air – only bliss
And magic beatitude I feel in lone breeze
Through azure sky we’ll sleeping sweetly
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How world goes through the rolling clouds
Qui vive?…I wanna see a blue within a dark
Thru freshness of a green alone – Sun
Why dew of youth is lurking in the blood
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Over and over again a hope I have seen
That drifts along on sparkling Milky Way
There will be neither passion nor a glee
The only truth is blue above…and Thee
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When asked, I answered nay in vain
But…smouldering embers shall be a flame
Either quick do it at once or – draw away
A host of many bitterly wept in of yore
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For luck he’ll take it – for better or for worse
Why rude awakening inside your heart
I won’t depart this luscious life again
Into the latent-heathen shelter I’ll run
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In very deed we ride hell for leather
But they usually say – flesh for the morrow
In order to get into mess by midnight
In troth but she falls in and out of love
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My idol is the skin…and bones
So mote it be in frenzied deeds
Put heart in motion for passion
Do dash it hard to smithereens
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As if in graveyard dwelling throes
Yet no waking reveries and wailing dreams
Yet very lamentable music in my mind
Up to the sky into the freshness of the breath
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Breathe in – the brave – into the dream
Sweet Judas kiss – gives much kicks
He bothers completely the life out of me
But once again – be one – and only…
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An ancient silhouette I see within the trees
At hand your soul howling of many wolves
I’m going to the past in order see the beauty
We’ve broken creatures – crying with the pain
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Do twisting vertigo dance in the gale
Have taught many waves thru the Art
Through ragging and blistering sea
I shall implore Thee with tears in vain
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In flesh and blood – a flight of fancy
Yet wolfish glance – lupine in heart
A horde of wolves fix eyes on back
Look skyward up into sapphirine azure
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Neither pleasure nor love in cold fervour
Do don’t take the sweetest dream away
His heart was withdrawn from sweet gale
The only lovely passion slept in labyrinth
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Who crowned thee with rue tonight
I feel heartsore continuing in Russia
Be full of glee with flowers and trees
Yet I forsook who put a hex on me…
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She’s not a connoisseur of ancient art
Against your will the clouds roll above
Through pristine dream into the grey of you
There’re no thoughts when look in blue
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Black gale storm – too many wicked lads
A host of flowers are dancing, do not stop
To live means struggle hard with shadows
Of love within much passionate affection
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Wherever I’m roving amidst the beauty stars
Enthralled by nature – why cold in you so far
For what we had trodden a path into pain
We weep out heart with stone in vain
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