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Your smile warms up my life; when we’re together
Then winter is my summer, you’re my weather!

2012

Handmade by the author
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Withoutness

And thus each of us goes on living his own long day
in emptiness, consisting of sheer withoutness.
It looks like it’s all endurable and headaches
Result from magnetic storms as they can’t be groundless.

It looks like those muscles that drag our cheeks to smile
or make our shoulders shrug with possible doubts
are subject to weather conditions, and, I must say,
it doesn’t in fact make each day any harder, does it?

2010
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Things you are afraid of...

Things you are afraid of will
happen without doubt.
I’m afraid of loving in
and not loving out.

2010
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Omar Khayyam's motif

When there’s a feast and you’re not invited,
When there are keys and you are never granted,
Just keep in mind for every day that comes:
There’s no bad luck, but other roads to start with!

2010
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Under the pavement...

Under the pavement you find another universe
of understatements twisted with secret truths.
From underneath you can touch their roots and wonder
why on the top they all look like one-coloured violets.
Leaving the basement, heavy with zero gravity,
I straighten up on the pavement, observing flowers,
having forgotten to ask you, if we had any
future together in your imagination.

2010
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Japanese motif

Almost every art have I mastered
that I wasn’t capable of,
save for one thing:
not-waiting.

2010











illustrated by Ekaterina Golushko
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You can get used to the new...

You can get used to the new if the doors open
to let in, and not out; if running away is training
your muscles, and body is losing its liquid, coping
with renewables, as a child would while playing.

Those who live by a railway station hear
noise of the silence that changes the train music.
Stepping above you’re reading the same pages
and your dreams from earth still remain elusive.

2010
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