Philosophy of Love - V. Speys

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above the steeper shores

      In a smile, escallop shines.

      Here the sea is splashing at the feet

      Gray ancient Caucasus.

      Here a threshold for himself he created

      At the entrance to the harbor immediately.

      And the approaches to the steep mountains

      For power hid the boulders.

      They, going down to the shores,

      Bite the sea swell.

      As a guard stands gray Caucasus

      The tops of the sky ripen.

      Legends of the Highlanders, an ancient tale,

      Over the sea, the songs legends sing.

      We agree on the views

      We agree on the views,

      You are sixteen, you are in a hurry to become an adult.

      And I’m in my thirties, with a gray near.

      Me, girl, young.

      With a sly look cast carelessly

      Meet my tired look.

      And next, matured, it is important

      You say to me: – Hello! – And I’m glad.

      As alms, I did not expect a smile,

      And I did not catch a glimpse.

      But suddenly yours are like petals of a sponge

      With me everywhere, and I’m glad.

      And I meet again with a smile,

      And, “Hello!” – Tell me the same as yesterday,

      And I am ready to call you a dove,

      You, that my youth has saved.

      Kiev Sea

      Clouds roam over the plain of the Sea,

      In the wild wickedness, Waves argue with the Wind,

      Float rises higher

      Play with a cloud in the sky, but do not hear

      Clouds Waves stubborn aspiration.

      Only see the evil unrest.

      Tired of the Sea of Waves.

      Anger turned here into a kiss.

      Love poured along the banks.

      Humbled their argument here and there.

      The Golden Sun shone,

      Smiled Sea Sky is blue.

      I ran after the sun

      Behind the Sun, I ran:

      – Stop! – screamed.

      But time is not to curb.

      Sun began to run away.

      I grabbed a ray of gold,

      I shout to him: – Wait! Wait!

      Stop and rest!

      And the heat you sweep away!

      But continuing your flight,

      Said the Sun, in turn:

      – I’ll stay and then

      There will never be morning.

      The night will be replaced by darkness.

      And forever, forever will be so!

      – Oh, the Sun, keep flying!

      May the sunrise be yours!

      And in the afternoon, shining flames!

      Warm up your people!

      Cheer up the evenings

      And do not forget to return, during!

      Stranger

      The girl in love with the movement.

      Girl with speed on “Thou”…

      Girl inspired.

      Not bright, cute beauty.

      Gave me a smile at the meeting

      How to give people the beauty of flowers?

      And I saw her sharper,

      In that smile, your features.

      In the eyes of sparkle, femininity tender,

      Like the glare of sunlight,

      Shimmered before in the waters,

      In the pools ow of eyes now.

      And lips, flower poppy,

      On the stem of the mill thin,

      A petal burned in a smile

      And in laughter he gave a bell.

      And in the ashes with gold hair

      He burned down and wilted.

      And then her voice spilled,

      As if suddenly the spring started to sing.

      She told me: – Movement

      And the speed with speed I love!

      And I catch, only that moment,

      And fiddling imagination.

      And our conversation flew on the wings,

      On the speeds of motion beauty.

      What used to be sung in bigly,

      Space sees the height.

      And Speed, arguing with the girl in flight,

      Her up to blue height lifted,

      She told me: – There is something in it,

      She could fly, becoming a pilot.

      But the voice of stupid speed, not hearing,

      I am fascinated by the beauty of maiden,

      What raised us higher and higher

      Already soared with you, as extraterrestrial.

      The space parted before us.

      Imagination suffered ship.

      And the stars, the myriad points, themselves,

      Rush towards, like the Crab Nebula.

      Suddenly the stars turned into a day.

      The ship bus became usual.

      Noisy behind the glass of trees canopy.

      And I called the movement of the heart.

      But all in vain. We sailed to the city,

      Work waited for us and life.

      And the whole day, I felt like hunger

      In the space of the stellar movement of the stench.

      Her, that gave me a smile.

      Her in love with flying.

      And figure her is like a flexible floret,

      And the voice that sings in me.

      A meeting

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