сквозь семь веков смотрюсь в твое лицо,Петрарка, как на профиль славных предков,оболганных своим молодняком.я на твои канцоны как на суп,бывало, дул, но, вкус найдя негодным,плюю, как шелуху, лавровый листты не представишь, как...

Glacial man sucks the tumbler with lifeblood in itAnd the fumes are squeezed from his glassy fistThey have talked with darkness and murder was drippingOn the transparent fingers that tumbler fitsLike in stainless rays the luminous rail...

Clouds above my head, splashes on my course – It’s even better as it could have been worse.You feel fine among the fancy cohort –I had toо little sleep, too much alcohol.I would have something for the morning munchies, At least a muffi...

I am only a thing in your quiet roomThrowing whispers without a clueI am not in your thoughts and rumorsYou would not recollect my looksI’m staying crooked on your wall, like horror,Question hanging over your head -That’s...

Not judging late repentance, not being ableTo blur the shaky truth we see in facets,You should have mirrored bout of Cain and AbelLike you reflect the painted buffoons’ faces.Like all of us are occupied with fixingOur neckties, pay...