LITMIR.BIZ

      Do you not want to come back to those times?

      Or lock the door?

      There are shadows eloping from the erstwhile love,

      And when you draw the curtains, they are not concealed anymore.

      It was said that diverse destinies and viewpoints

      Assured each other as strongly as they could,

      But I am sad because I think of you.

      We’re tired of haste and stereotypes.

      We looked for the reasons and methods of feeling the life.

      We had the outcomes valued and we were finding the answers,

      So we were lost in the nets made for others.

      I would like to hate you,

      Feel furious, but I can’t.

      I watch the light coming from your windows.

      I believe in that.

      I make precious every period of time,

      And, inside me, I want to have another girl, rather than mine.

      That girl would dream and live, not for you.

      But my heart tells me that it’s madness

      That I cannot live without you.

      I want to solve every problem without any sadness,

      But with affectivity, and not cold.

      I want to feel the moonlight freeze,

      To go barefoot on the snow breeze,

      And wait for the flowers to burst into blossom in my soul.

      I could be waiting for you in your garden,

      Like a beautiful lily-white rose.

      I could let you warm me in the frost,

      For me to envelope you in the odor, for all things to happen.

      I could at least feel the mood,

      Dropping my petals in the likelihood

      Of sadness. All unsaid

      Was spearing, with the thorns, my head

      And memory.

      I could show all my tenderness,

      Dancing with the wind under the sunlight.

      When you have all the roots torn, only you are concerned.

      You’re allowed to be beside, but you might

      Be destroyed.

      The fate has no reason to bring strangers together,

      But stars do everything to light the way for people,

      Those, who want to love each other.

      So they can sigh with relief

      Warm their palms,

      And make their hearts

      Beat faster.

      The person that cannot hurt you in any way,

      Nor writes a fairy-tale or a play.

      For those, the fate does not erect hurdles:

      For them, it builds the bridge which has no curdles.

      Never.

      Sometimes, for love you must be brave

      In order to take risks to be saved.

      The flowers in my garden are fading

      Without any sunlight, and maybe, without you.

      So, please, light a candle with your smile,

      And you will hear me reading, for a while,

      Some prayers.

      There will be a cold whirl

      Induced by our eyes crossing.

      But I don’t hear my name coming from your lips,

      So I consider you don’t love me.

      Sometimes, your love lends me wings,

      But, at the same time, it gives me a lot of tossing.

      In the cold, my soft tears harden,

      And they do not intend to fall down from my eyelashes.

      Please, continue watching in my lucid eyes

      And lull me with your whisper dashes.

      Appear in my dreams

      So that you could heal my heart

      With some tenderness, as it seems

      To me.

      I’m in the city, where no one can sleep

      And everybody lives in fear.

      They close their eyes, as their life is steep,

      Having the problems of others steered.

      I’m in the city, where the steady beat

      Livens up the dead and knocks down your feet.

      The only thing to save you is your headphones

      Which immerse you into the world

      Created only for you: no relatives and strangers.

      I’m in the city of short meetings, without any dangers,

      And long letters just for everyone.

      For one person, you are the entire world,

      But for another – just a common bird.

      Players with unusual fates,

      The hearts are a good suit.

      He was the king of spades, dark and mysterious.