# A bunch of short verses

Александр Владимирович Глухов

Здесь представлены короткие стихи на английском языке (четверостишья или катрены), которые были написаны в 2019 году и редактированы в 2022 году. Сборник сопровождается иллюстрациями, выполненными самим автором. Автор – художник, поэт и учитель Центра образования Богородский города Ногинска, выпускник аспирантуры МГОУ, член Профессионального Союза художников России, победитель и призёр международных выставок, резидент международного журнала Союза художников России «Русская Галерея XXI век». Педагогический опыт различных направлений с 1995 года.

I am Alexander Glukhov. My nom de plume is Leonardo.


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Thee shot an arrow into the broken heart

To who you’ll send my amatory message

Thy carnal essence languishes in drought

Thine entity is yearning thoroughly for love

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A host of lusty spirits swept into your ache

They will never return but it is only the play

Through victorious odour, scent his leas

And e’en more interesting speaking with…

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Thoughtless by nature, will I wanna to be

Like a wildest savage with vigor and vim

Sweet lust is so sweetest on attic on high

Good morrow came…shall I do it with sorrow

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To plough on through spanking clouds

One heart’s love seldom needs your void

Amongst thy beauty foliage expansion

I am quite weak but I’m so that is that

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Dead not twitter – bird – I’ve seen on path

‘tis only ebony – goeth overwhelmingly into

Thru darkness we will fly into the blue

He who – you, my lone, my secret benefactor

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Alexander Glukhov. Leonardo Medichi (self-portrait). 2019.


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In doubt… – whether I shall…wait

By love, by night, by sea we’ll steer ship

And waived immunity in order fall in art

There is an affair d’amour – a vale of woe

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Not one…amongst the host of dreamers

Such poignant scent is kissing hand to me

And overwhelming happiness and glee

Thine breeze yet whispering inside of me

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Against the wanton principles of soul

A lot of times we wanna be obey

And thinking deeply through the gale

And speaking silently all day…

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Let nature be your man against your wish

Upon my heart – I see the only flower on Earth

Such deep attachment – I am living yet

At once do touch your destiny with me

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My humble hut – without Thee

Be bold as brass and devil lurks behind

In cloudland we will be dream apart

A native club of cock-and-hen-on mind

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I’ll throw myself on knees before Your essence

However…time was fled away to bliss

And stay away in arms of Morpheus forever

For often in the rain I miss you so much

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Among the living-wild-wicked beasts

I’ve had a dream of many sweetest lovers

Put on red cap – with only nature’s garb

Yet I am free – don’t care human hubris

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We’ve never to be cuddled up together

The fittest creatures only live

I shall see blue light – through the distance

Sometimes we kiss, we love, we – thieves

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All nights as such as this he sleeps

There are much poppies often grow

Thee so young – you are the best

We wanna cuddle up together – lone…

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In vain cursed-gypsy woman came

Through tangled art her spells away

My truthful friends are breeze and blue

But they forbid them go through

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These ancient deeds completely stuck in you

Yet vicious mind – such beauty with affection

The swollen buds in every spring

Thine brilliant sun in lust vertigo…

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The past away – into the nothingness directly

We’ll go for a stroll at dawn

Yet breeze is gone away forever

As if the snowdrops in children’s dream

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Excessively handsome and so much beauty

And I hide tears from the light

You’ve been forgotten in the days of yore

Me gimcrack sepulture forsaken

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To Prague with you I’ll walk on foot

Left all – we shall be lucky beggars

To feed each other every meal

Look at the stars together…pleasure

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I don’t speak French inside night dream

Thru depth of darkness in the land of Nod

Blue roses live – without any thorn

A host of shamrocks only at my feet

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One of the handwritten pages of this collection of verses. The initial version.

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Not see me at all through vertigo dancing

Thy thoughts are floating thru storm

But both of us are naughty-frenzied gale

I wander as breeze like lovely reverie

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No passing when it’s raining for so long

The lone path is going on and on

Through wild mind – via vicious temper

I doubt that you very wistful man…

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As long as light in you – without way

I try endure being far away from you

Such miserable hope – I see you

But yet I am I am with you…

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Outwardly I am calm and wild and strange

Pro tempore yet indwelling in our lives

I wanna save the vital spark myself

At once they see ignes fatui dancing

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None so cute as you amongst ashes

To whom…thou blowest smoke rings

From now on I always thank so muchly

But deadly time bid both of us – adieu

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Meanwhile I am stately strolling into…

Lethargy of thought – so many simple joys

I shall be striding over trees and fields

And always get inhale and exhale much

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Onward into the dream to land of Nod

And every night I want to walk abroad

Beneath the never-ending blue

He has been hibernating on with you

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By pristine law Thee heart – in Art

Cold kiss is colder than the icy air

In arms of Morpheus we’ll sleep again

My thoughts still wanton in the gale

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Yet must I fathom out…thee for myself

Insomuch that the sooth inside of me

And keep the deepest thoughts within

And glad – that I’m bewitched by you

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I stately way – he goes far away…

But silver water flows in the broken veins

I hear lone breeze…still blowing

And stunning vaulted blue – above…

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Thy longest light grew less and less

Through only solitary bliss with you

By tryly luck which had been hidden

But I am fathom deep in love till death

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Next time we shall be playing for a love

We shall be flying over sea so high

His ship was seen arriving to my sleep

We shall be standing in the nature’s garb

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Nay, I still live and lovely dancing

And badly hear – music conversation

She always sees the ship approaching

The empty path amongst the icy trees

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Let’s speak of something very lovely

On the lone beach – between two days

Your moon and sun I see no more

And both of us are fleetly itching for a love

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Aye…I wander into dream in hermitage

One tiny kiss can make you strange

Yet stranger than the rest in rainy breeze

Too yeasty waves are drifting into heart

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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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My hopes are away into the wild dream

The green and blue all over are truth

They whisper silent through my pain

I hike around lake with emptiness

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The stunning silence was heard crossing

Amongst the emptiness is only pang

Who walking inwardly inside beauty

Who never ever tasted those milky path

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A. Glukhov. Self-portrait. 2018. Collection of Blagodatov in St. Petersburg.

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Whet only one desire to investigate a dream

Upon my heart there is no scintilla of truth

Into the black sky spangled with blue stars

May morning dew is no colder than you are

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Self is never ploughed forth alone outdid

All others through infighting in his dream

Yet pensive reveries stay in the throes

Tormenting sight still goes on thru sleep

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The rainbow lights – switch on for you

Yet being kissed you stampeded into…

The stealthy haven within your lovely truth

But better die sweetly sleeping to doss out

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Danced on the edge of Milky Way for Thee

I am breathing deeply in and out at full glee

And looked upon the bubbling greyness

Away to place where I shall paint again

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There are not true friends on the Earth

And go into deepest vastness sky

I stare inward blue into the dark of you

In stunning still I will lie under blue…

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Am I a temporary dreamer in my life?

Thine beauty is inward perfection

Into the glee – I sweetly slept

Inside the thunder storm I shall be free

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Count a hundred then plunge into dream

Heart is no beating there is no life

With time all my hopes are going away

You are so beautiful but I am delay…

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Every beat of the heart echoes in pang

Who whispering a love into the ear

To say goodbye to spell adieu forever

These lives are full of sore affection

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You’d understand these pensive eyes

By whom is got forgotten pleasure

Am I the only just continuing in leisure

And dance vertigo – thee and me

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On the qui vive to see his over…sleep

Heart-to-heart talking thru a slumber

There is just one broken quill left

And fell into the reverie into an abysm

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Nothing has been done to halt the time

In days of yore when we departed

And had been roving in every dream apart

I’ll get a rueful smile in the night

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Nature wails over dead thru wind

Am I in beauty wading through the frost

But let us go into morning love

For who the bells are no tolling at the dusk

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Who steals a glance at you tonight

I do not speak much French alack

Such beauty black inflamed sore heart

A broken fiddle talks no more

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Attached by past…and long for music

All vanished out of the sight – all fled away

And deep affection withered with Him

There is a life still glimmering in forest

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A breeze stopped blowing in the gale

Along the pathless space I dream

Yet longing through one silent song

Give me your garment – we are free

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What is the bliss of pleasure up so high

There’re no paths along the lovely track

Made in of ancient-stunning passion

But toxic blood issues from veins

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Oh, mighty Venice, there are no life in you

All gone away into the nothingness of yore

We are departed – living lone lives

I shall not know you – you will not know me

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Cold glance of yours is colder than cold ice

A pack of beard gods in front of ye

Amongst sweet smoke – lewd music

The longest kiss – the wild rampage

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Such a disaster flash…we will be loved

Ahead of time he marches in affection

Your hope disappears in the slumber

Through longest sleep without kiss

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Your beauty coming to the air depicted

Many mottoes on rakish heart

Who’s screaming silently with heartache

And ran exhausted quietude in dream

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Return my lust which fled away so far

Eternal passion goes to the throes

I’m dancing like an ardent geek

The leaden clouds under blanket

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Waft me to Thee – the breath of freshness

I feel the air coming through the heath

All spinning, rolling go up with breeze

And howling gale want to dancing only

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The only path of many – rainbow and love

The lives are precious – azure-blue in skies

A wind my friend is blowing with love

And solemnly on knees I’ll take your star

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‘twas honey pleasure – trees are friends

Within the latent gray in early morning

With whom you whisper in the storm

Forsaken past with frozen air…

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Such sweetest touch, such simple deeds

There was neither passion nor affection

But you are none – and acute in intra vitam

I’m running through the sepulcher when sleep

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A. Glukhov. The tree. 1990. The Blagodatov collection in St. Petersburg.

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Too scrawny beasts have frozen hearts

A vale of woe in your eyes I’ve seen

With vim and vigour I shall run to you

There are much trees and no you…

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Along the street a secret path to Thee

I’ll gaze at vapor – quiet silhouette afar

The strangers talk and one night kiss

Due silver knight I’ve got much bliss

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Whither are you drifting lightly Light

The stunning silence hiding in the night

We fled so fast away like a whiff

Till death I shall be keeping snow bliss

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Again you’ll see beloved object sleeping

Hard squeeze and lightest, longest tig

It will be cute and waiting one light kiss

We’ll be exhausted…lying on the beach

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Come to that place a pack of wild wolves

They want to do so many furious attacks

And we are dying from disastrous fatigue

They’ll give us free and cozy beds

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Be live…and do the best your own way

And there is neither sense of joy or blue

Perfection I have seen no more

The trees are pensive in the breeze

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At royal ball we’ll dance together lonely

Could I control the weather light

Once in a while when we’ll get a glee

What is the depth of falling into blue

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Only the breeze is kissed approaching

The humble solitude in lone heart

He’ll open the sepulture again

And I have got long hike alack a day

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Hard heart was falling in two parts

And covered with pensive blue in hot

But why a silver hidden inside black

The boiling point I’ll go paint

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Whoever we are but departed forever

Hurricane coming, I shall go with you

But heart beating lonely – you are afar

Of what are you thinking alone?

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So juicy grass behind my scrawny back

Amongst the clouds many stars I’ve seen

Two lads speak to each other lovely

She feels affection dying in the breeze…

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Two nights I stare thru in black alone

Without you I speak with pensive blue

I summoned up the strength of gods

Above the clouds are my Lord

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Grey clouds are departed crying lonely

Do cudgel bubbling clouds every week

Your spirit disappears too much quickly

He kneels on pulpy grass with Thee

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Do breathe I’ll catch thine whiff again

Sweet milky breeze I see your heart

I saw your boat approaching to light-hut

I gazed into your eyes, such salty sweet

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Not knowing when I come to you

To kiss each other on royal couch

May I doss out at your feet today

I am longing for forgotten meeting

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What brutal device is waiting for your lust

Forsaken memories are dwelling there

But martial nature struggles in his heart

Our wealth was hidden in the past…

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There is no man amongst the silent trees

To whom you whisper in the forest

Come to get twisting palm to palm again

Do stare at the pendulum of morning

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As it was getting light I’ll hide in darkness

I can’t approach to your hermitage

Into the sweetest sleep I know

With azure-white I disappear in a day

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Past pang is cold but colder than the ache

Into the many torrid hearts in days of yore

To fell in slumber through affection glee

But I am loved in tiny lights of Thee

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Halt time I couldn’t stop that moment yet

Wrung heart that given up without shot

By quiet darkness shall I find amongst

The hordes of ghosts and your soul at last

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A. Glukhov. Self-portrait. 2019.

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Thine breath shall come to my breathe in

There is a whiff inside my stormy gale

And vernal breeze is pushing hard my back

A punch a host of stars – my anvil smith

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I saw a realm inside your sentimental mind

And long black dog was sweetly slept apart

Sore heart such vulnerable – stopping beat

However time is up and don’t repeat again

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Don’t wait your fate but go forth alone

And bitter tears choke you again

Too much beloved heart was broken

I see blue sky inside your eyes

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Do touch your youth in many nights

Across a silver stream we’d waded into

The endless vast expanse – you are so blue

Do I still tilt at windmills – miss you so much

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A host of tiny lights are whispering apart

The hearts are crying…speeches broken

His doggie had been sitting nearby

Such lone lachrymation in my heart

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Are you a handsome lad or pretty lady now

Why early dream impatiently wants come

Shy glance…I’d cast into your pang

A pack of shaggy monkeys stare everywhere

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The azure diamonds – handing on the sky

Blue sphere trembling in forgotten space

Of yore is waiting you with zeal

And wistful dandelions never meet again

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The shaggy fields are stretching everywhere

A sweaty smell attracts like ardent spring

In distance scrawny silhouette appeared

But passage of the green away afar

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Of what are we thinking in silent of night

As you I’m seeking the star thru the light

Why broken creatures still live on the Earth

But sooner or later the aching will gone

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Into the blue I have seen lone hearts

Thru the whiff of lazy breeze…I see you

That’s why I can hardly stand it the pain

And thou breath…the lives full of pang

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Did he go down to the angel’s tomb?

Yet freshness covered mossy stones

Thru early morning brume I am walking

And lichen struggles with the shaggy grass

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A heart to heart in vernal flatus dancing

Let’s chop the strawberry with milky way

Who stood amongst the stunning fences

Which wrought by wicked spirit for a pain

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Am I a noble knight of brush, but often

I use the words instead of rainbow paints

And every night I twitch that double moon

Two battlers wanna smash and smoking

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When sunny day shall come for you at last

You’ll do more better – my desire – dance

With autumn wind – such awkward minuet

And sudden craving for nocturnal smoke

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What heart hath lost on barren path that

Fading fast in front of vastness lowland

No more I wander off the course

In sweetie sweetness of my hollow

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Beware soldier – I am amongst the stars

Adieu the azure-blue, I will return at night

A lot of hearts are full of scarlet blood

Let dream – convert to pleasure into lust

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Dim smile always dwell among the trees

I’ll send you message through the breeze

Affection often left much-many scars

Come hither savages – I am afar…

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Why summer music fled away to Thee

And bitter taste of autumn will not pleasure

But missis winter comes without plea

In springtime sadness stares at my mopes

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Alack, there is no end of time had passed

Much never ending latitude of thoughts

French laissez-faire, freedom, ‘tis a nous

Let’s fight for liberty my torrid libertines

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Upheaval or recession boiled in the black

I’ve found youngest silhouette in glee

The hand takes hand and says…

Without any words – goodbye immortal lot

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How far are you going to stride to the dream

Perfection yet dwelling in azure above

Alack a day but duty goes first

For better deeds there is no vertigo kiss

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Do I lie lonely on morning-dewy grass?

He won’t make affection with your nature

Strange queue of pretty clouds look at you

They dances leisurely and feast without you

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For Thee I’ll hum so many sappy songs

And all day long I am lying under blue

But much more time without pleasure

‘tis nosey ladybird is staring at me…

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In rain I’m waiting for the fervent flame

Got any baccy…air tainted with odd smoke

A queue of queer little thoughts can’t stop

Till morning chimney has been drawing

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Four brutal blacksmiths spanking steel

There will be pleasant summer leisure

Across through azure abyss I shall fly

But salty sweat is in the air pleasure

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A. Glukhov. Drapery. 1990. The Blagodatov collection in St. Petersburg.

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Dark thunder storm of wicked rain

Half-broken heart beating but fatigue

Cold drizzle falling all day long

Much salty favor on the beach…

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Dim light I see on firmament above

Our hearts struggle very hard

The drollest dreams are melting fast

A blanket of the morning grass

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Ye thou hairy twigs there are so much

I fell on knees before the greatest trees

At last I touch the double moon

This night that never come again

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Short light I’m seeing and gale burst

All died but left that vertigo past

We shall not touch and won’t look upon

I lie – above the beauty dawn…

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A pair of drunken summer storms

Do craving for much yummy breath

Too many dents after the heavy blow

So many thoughts she went away

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Ignes fatui sing their melancholy song

The spunky lad is lying under tired sod

The earth ate heart but ashes still alive

To you thru sunny beam I run…

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Two wiry arms as strong as wild winds

His gale has been spanking dream

Through twisting dance I am with you

The ancient stamina and you and I

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Your torrid eyes I see through the time

An ardent knight is living in my heart

In May I’d met the idle lazy tree

With brutal vigor I am free…

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Dense forest calling me to Thee

Amongst the trees are pure rivers

I gaze and gaze inside the Dark

And no winds from now on at last

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I rubbed and rubbed the juicy grass

Be good to me in silent morning

Such mortal drugs in human veins

But human words hurt more than swords

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Much-many ladybirds were flying over head

I’d looked upon that summer field of past

On fingers had been sitting twelve at once

It was a memory but slowly still lasts…

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Upon my tomb yet snowflakes are falling

Last winter song in distance I’ve heard

I’ve no seen bright colors in blue light

A pensive truth for wintertime indeed

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But by the welkin, nature keeps the sooth

Again affection-passion in my dreams

A light through light in solitary gleam

I gotta drinking freshness of the air

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Thine paints are playing with each other

Much snow-flakes still whirling over heads

In pool they drown very promptly

And stars on water see His pain…

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There is a heart in golden cage and chains

Resplendence hid your raving beauty

Sore pang lacerated wild youth again

In pristine waters live your lone pain

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On cloud I’ve been sitting drinking tea

Beside the sea much sparkles disappear

Do wanna ride with me through space?

That’s why blue sky still living here…

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The dewy grass are talking with my feet

With passion I will run through morning

Why have no more the feeling in thy lore

With tea on moon I wanna to be sitting

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To whom to who I sang these songs

A lot of beauty – trees along

To left to right – forbidden chance

She smiles toughly – Love above

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As wild wind she’s sauntering with me

The sunset comes along the stormy sea

Two figures sitting on the beach apart

A cruel king will capture ardent hearts

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The stormy nature called on Him

I am with Him – nocturnal party

No doubt – pain still dwell with me

Lethargic trees – there are no tears

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A. Glukhov. Winter landscape. 1990. Kolobova's collection in St. Petersburg.

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Beyond the woods I won’t see His castle

Such picturesque attire thru the trees

Before the dream I’ll touch His hand

In sea of sins I’ll set my journey off

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With vim and vigor wild nature danced

Few silent speeches but without words

Black fields behind us – I am gone

Step forward it is our way…

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What is the virtue in the sky?

A light lit slightly…sun sets lento

Amongst the nature – beauty hue

Ignes fatui shining – not in you…

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His thoughts are scudding through the air

Right in the heart there is a nook for Art

Across the air bridge lies empty barren

And heathen love dwells in the vault

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I’d seen an ancient statue in my dream

Who are required me all nights?

And sees much tokens of death?

I had a saunter till the morning breeze

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But whither is fled the ardency of love

Her whiff of lust surmounts verdant wind

A horde of horses neighing not so far

Shall we abscond from sultry prison?

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Not far from home I shall wander

Forlorn stars will say goodbye

A lot of lovers meet in parting day

I wish to ride amongst the stars

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Let’s think in lonely with pain

Yet lie among the morning grass

Your forest – frozen in white

On Monday morning soar above

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Much time star’s searching for a friend

A hint of smile lives in dreaming

There are no more but two of them

To be so close to the azure heavens

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Cerulean sky and cobalt blue in eyes

The lights may meet sometimes someday

You may be changed but not again

A host of rolling clouds over there

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Yet light resplendence in the dance

Who hid blue sounds in the buds

You’d sought mysterious instinct

As felon vagabonds we love again

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Unfledged the youngest nom-de-plume

You like a feather floats in the sky

And wafting through the open air

We never love each other on the stage

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For heaven’s sake I overcome temptation

I shall be playing with the naughty Time

Thine slightest touch I never take it

I’ll catch it only in my dream…

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I wanna be befriend and shadow of you

I feel the impulse of your heart again

And every day I talk with silent trees

I’d come to Thee but little rather late

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Dull fields in winter whisper

All twigs are frozen today

I heard dim sounds only

The snowflakes are glistering in vain

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A. Glukhov. Self-portrait with horns. 2019. Kolobova collection in St. Petersburg.

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A silver thread was sewn by azure light

I won’t tell the truth next morning

At dawn we start to dance again

And listening to the howl music…

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Yet I am standing lonely on field

These days are nothingness for me

So many visionary precious…gone

Am I Thine lone stranger now?

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In slumber-land to Thee I blow breeze

So many birds keep flying lordly

In deepest forests they lit hearts

As madman we shall dance and dance

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One bird had brought to me a Message

The hugest vastness in Thine Dream

Who stands on cemetery yard?

Too late I came to thatched hut…

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We won’t stride together in this world

Thee cannot send a miserable message

Beneath the tree I’m listening your heart

I stroke grass with silent meditation

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In snow-land I live…I dream, I love

All nights he drifting…

Through the empty darkness…

There’re no thoughts in natural disaster

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All clad in blue and clouds slept above

Through slumber-land he flies so high

Oh, yes I know when I run to Thee…

Through simple beauties I’ll find you

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Gimmy your hand from Heavens dear Lord

I gotta fly…I wanna breathe…

Under the Sun arrange the royal feast

As simple lad I am going to Thee…

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How do you do, green blades of the grass

Wake up the sleeping birds and spirits

Who wants to slash my heart to pieces?

And dancing under raining waterfalls

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Much much more eating, dancing, drinking

And lovely music sounds all day long

Oh, ye, put modern garment on the legs

Allow me to dance with you midnight

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The Lords blew breezes through the lives

But I am lying on the morning grass

No regrets – you lying next to me

We are immortal due to ardent hearts

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Left Venice in midnight at twelve

No breath, no beating in my heart

Awaken day – my dear human beings

His pagan path will never ever trot

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Much air – misty dreams and breeze

And smoke clouds in the sleep

I won’t saint for you tonight again

Disheveled hair have been growing up

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Deep silence lying on the bed

Your flowers withering very lento

Why hope faded in my fate

I’ll fly over His shelter

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The pure air – he is a wind

Lit light in hearts – but why

So many – pensive thoughts

I lie among – the blades of grass

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A. Glukhov. Vase of time. 1989.

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There are much shadows in hearts

Oppressive thunder – deeply feeling

And hidden depths of ardent love

From whence I’ll fly over His shelter

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Oh, mighty nature full of vim and vigor

I’ll fend off thirsty for a time

He sought himself in past thru pictures

And fell in love with only starry night

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Although he’d heard His voice at night

The beauty begging you…delay!

Forgotten hermitage in slumber dreaming

They used to sing His heathen song again

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I’ve lost my heart along the Milky Way

Who’s hiding in the reed bed…why?

Egyptian spell was spoken by hermit

He dies at once but love still live in nights

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He is a breeze amongst the clouds

Such beauty blue I have not seen

You very thoughtful in the devil’s dream

A pair of pensive eyes you’ll see…

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Beside the little pond he’s sleeping

Oh,…protecting fairytale slumber

Till last gasp – his dream still lasting

Through wild breezes – the Light

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After rain the clouds walk away

Some hopes live – some dies indeed

There’re no whiff of ether anymore

The crimson lights of firmament…no more

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Two arrows are thrusting into sky

A frozen tree dies standing lento

And never play the forest music

He won’t win the toss and fly away

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In contemplation he has lost a part of heart

My pretty beard was the best or smart

And will become a soul of ancient statue

And slumbering in deepest dream tonight

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He’ll be enthroned in His realm

Primeval forest waiting Him tonight

Bizarre design He’ll weave all night

And no need to go with the crowds

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The heathens ventured into my heart

Are you inhabitant who’s dwelling here?

And has been bristling with the trees

The truth still soothing only simple lads

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Thine truth still dwelling over fields

Her heart breaks into smithereens

That’s why His Art inside my mind

The deepest abyss takes His Light

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Past never come again

They went away forever

Sore heart still aches

And much-much pang of pain

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Such freshness passed

Thru morning pure light

Whose heart had beaten?

Inside the ardent heart

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In dreams I’m lying on the morning grass

I’ll wet with dew and resting at your feet

And makes incursions on His wild Heart

Thee will remit my aching pain and sins

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A. Glukhov. A. Portrait. 2019. Kolobova's collection in St. Petersburg.

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Light darkness making friends sometimes

Beside the mountain I’ve seen a lone path

Be quiet , music will be soothing me again

Too much endeavours done it but too late

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Wars have been slaying many men

That’s why I want to be with you

And waiting happiness in desert

I’ll go from border to border in vain

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Have I turned to ancient statue?

Let me take last breath!

Woe to my heart – woe to me

Much strange and dark dread

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One Prince is ploughing over the sea

Wrung heart was filled with sorrow

Winds…winds dancing trough the breeze

There will be howling gale into dream

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Sometimes I wanna rest in coffin

In light I haven’t seen the light

Much time I am lying on the bed

Under the blanket dwelling paradise

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Truth deeply hidden in the heart

Today starts torture early

A lot of clouds – firmament above

The beauty stream I’ll see in mirror

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There ain’t no more much energy in spring

Don’t mind I lie beneath the tree

Who lit me up the way with candle?

Save me against from evil eyes!

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We shall be unfurling all banners today

The sword is unsheathed in the hand

What’s lurking in desperate mind?

Their hearts are always clad in black…

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Take heed the time when nature sleeping

They’ll have an hour’s doss the blue above

Don’t light the torches over night

Come toward me while I’m sleeping

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They say that raven is a sign of death

I’ll freeze in snow – dream and slumber

An ancient passion in the days of yore

Let it be bygones in my dreaming

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There is a film of dust of yore

I felt a little dizzy over there

Some things enticing anywhere

A steep way down to the heart

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The knight bestowed me His heart

He won’t aspire to the ancient throne

And wanna thaw in Venice for tonight

Don’t fade from memory forever

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Run round the lives again and again

But sudden sometimes glimpse…

I shall not overcome and pass away

We’ll fly through limbo to sweetest kiss

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His mighty heart…stop beating – flight

To whom I go via tangled light

Let’s pass thru air in the sky

But paunchy belly wanna eat…

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The summer breeze ignites your hazel eyes

Yet youth attracts hard gale in the heart

He puts the torture over and over again

And wandering…amongst in vain…

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A. Glukhov. Interior detail. 1990. Kolobova collection in St. Petersburg.

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Will I refresh myself in juicy foliage?

And am I standing on the dewy grass?

The light of sunny beams are disappeared

Such sweetest slumber in the dream

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Two birches dancing on the hill

Speak with each other – silence – peace

A whisper talking with the trees

But grass – vertigo in breeze…

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Why I see beauty in the sky?

You’ll find her tears in her heart

Above the clouds – hermitage

A frozen star – in breeze…

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Inside your hazel eyes I saw desire

You was beside the wall – we long apart

In cobalt-blue all thoughts away

We lacked the vigor in the chains

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Away away but I am drunk by Thee

Beloved breeze I love you so much

We’ll both see a golden-rose in glee

I’m a scrawny shepherd lying with ye

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Photo from 1980.

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You are my friend but I’m no friend for you

You are a knight with lonely pensive eyes

A bit you’ve lost your path – I am too late

You’ll live with light when I’ll die with pain