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You haven’t come!

admin — Wed, 19 Nov 2008 16:04:41 +0000

А смысл какой? Переливая ртуть
В пустое из порожнего. О прошлом
Которое теперь не обмануть.
Ты знаешь, мне не кажется возможным

Согреться. Мне так холодно. Мне так! –
Заснеженно, заметено ветрами.
Ты думаешь, что Карл бы понял знак
И объяснил понятными словами

Про сны, что больше не приходят к нам,
А может не приходят опасаясь
Того, что мы с тобой не верим снам,
И разрушаем их – не прикасаясь.

October 16 2005 Morning

admin — Wed, 19 Nov 2008 16:03:45 +0000

Not anymore life, but the other games are played under definition of act.
You are evaluating development of me, tripping on the wrong punctuation.
There was one, who offered the theory of the soul as dome,
And I broke my feet into blood searching for the family castle.

The space where the absence of you is designated by infinite echo,
You have departed from the field of fight, but left the bodies to smoke.
I am enclosed in the sphere of my own soul’s rubber skin,
I think if my claws were sharper, I could escape the prison.

All these people – you look – what are they worth? I scream
Inside, smiling externally to the objective comments
About the weather, air temperature and the tenets of education of children,
But you live in your own Dao, and I wonder – you still have not lost your mind

Talking to yourself, discussing the Egyptian Gods,
Analyzing the philosophy of Europe and Ancient East.
I don’t have anymore strengths to aspire to anywhere,
And to desire something. The strange feeling of defeat.

Snowflakes

admin — Wed, 19 Nov 2008 16:02:56 +0000

Do you remember? – The time was not
Moving – the winter, the Snow Queen –
Touch of her lips and you forgot
What was the purpose of the space between
The wind that created that river glass
And the time that was magically stopped for us.

What was that dream that you wished for me?
Shorter than breath of the fire, still
Longer than flight of S. Dali’s bee
Around Pomegranate – Brazil
Wildly exotic - the time never dies
Melting persistence of the big butterflies.

Do you remember? – That night we placed
Two snowflakes on the window, they
Identifying themselves with the taste
Of the snow that sealed only possible way
From the forest inverted its’ color to white
To the sky that was covered with the absence of light.

Do you remember? – We where awake
Listening sounds of snow and space
Turning itself into white snowflake
Slowly flowing towards the place
Where – you smiled – lives the infinite love.
Do you remember if the sky was above?

Was it bellow? And watching it move
Further from us – towards emptiness – long
Time - which was trying forever remove
The memories of the life we belong
To – and your promise to – finally – find
A prove that an end is illusion of mind.

Thoughts of Markis De La Rosa

admin — Wed, 19 Nov 2008 16:01:52 +0000

“I was feeding the eagle today and watching diamond stars
And reflections of the pines on the snow - from the both sides of the moon,
Which was covering the secret - dangerous for those
Who are not able take off the cover and drink the honey
Letting the sun kiss you in the eyes - and not cry,
With wide open eyes that have seen the lights and the shadows -
Creating the pattern, covering the symbols and signs,
That flash sometimes in the place that is heart.
But usually the most important object lies in front of other things
Not noticed.
The beauty looks into your eyes but you can’t see
If you don’t cut your chest and don’t drink the poison
If you don’t fall on your knees - under the sky of stars
And didn’t bite the apple, and didn’t recognize the morning in the sunset,
And didn’t hold the boiling sun in your hands.
It’s possible to spend life looking for the new moments
And desiring the better worlds,
But would you want to change yourself
And the dream that was able to become a reality
Following your sight and decorating the window with snowflakes
Telling you stories about the thousand stars
Falling to your face like a rain from the other worlds –
Where the dearest of all is the world of your pine trees –
Kissed by the silence of the centuries,
Kissed the way that the secret of the Eternity was discovered
But the pollen stayed on the needles untouched.”

Rain

admin — Wed, 19 Nov 2008 16:01:09 +0000

The Rain he was dreaming that night was Love -
In the space where windows followed his
Every move that he made - from the sky that above
To the town that under - embraced be the trees

That surrounded streets every summer with
Silent passion that hardly was sensed by the world
Made of similar days, unbelievable myths,
Less of clouds and stars, more of darkness and cold -

Which that night disappeared. He tried to revive
Simple questions that lasted as the whispering rain -
How long is he able remain alive
If he never – not ever! – will see her again?

Was it soundless cry he created when?
Waterfalls from the sky started rendering song.
How much he would give to hold her again?
How long he could keep her untouched? How long -

Is the distance containing 10 thousand miles?
Is it longer than love? Could the answer be known?
Will the image he drew in the sky over isles
Be reflecting her soul as the soul of his own?

Will it all disappear as water thru sand,
Leaving him with the answer that will be enough
Make him able to breath, make him last – at the end?
And the rain he was dreaming that night was Love.

While…

admin — Wed, 19 Nov 2008 16:00:36 +0000

Он привыкал ложиться раньше спать - пока
Она ложилась радом с ним. В квартире
Летели звезды, плыли облака
Деля пространство на двоих. В четыре

Руки они играли Вальс Цветов
Перебирая волосы как струны -
Стремительно. Не позабыв богов
Предав богов. Они ловили струи

Дождей, так часто приносимых в мир
За окнами, который был не важен
И даже Пруст зачитанный до дыр
На первых двух страницах - стал бумажен

И посторонен. Только в знаках тел
Существовал уже не смысл, а Рая
Огонь - что жил, безумствовал, горел
И жаждал новых жертв, уничтожая

Все, что ему могло мешать гореть,
Припятствовало натиску движенья.
И было много легче умереть,
Чем отказаться от самосожженья.

Your forest

admin — Wed, 19 Nov 2008 15:59:48 +0000

А без тебя уже осенний лес
И синее не небо, а пространство
Почти не ощутимое на вес
Безвкусное на вкус. Непостоянство

Не есть ли самый постоянный враг
И самый верный? Очарован былью
И болью - неспособный сделать шаг
Вперед, мир покрывается не пылью

А солью. И соленый лес стоит
И недочитан Пруст, в камине вместо
Пылающего пламени дрожит
Не бабочка на паутине. Тесно

Не мыслям и не мыслям о тебе,
А листьям под ногами и минутам
Во времени и влаге на губе
Оставленной тобой. Навечно спутан

Дизайн пространства, сумрак слишком длин
И тень луча до совершенства сжата,
Где лес стоит срисованный с картин
Написанных тобой когда-то.

For Markis 3

admin — Wed, 19 Nov 2008 15:59:09 +0000

Where the tenderness is the strongest weapon of yours,
Let me forget that the time is the primitive sand
Falling from left to the right and across Universe
Landing and touching and melting and wetting your hand

Laying as calm as the night. You are watching me bathe
Sparkle and laugh and in love and repeating your name –
Letting it flow as rain, disappear as waves
Near the soundless shore. And before we became

Flame and the fire and light that is bright and the shine -
Glowing darkness of thousands stars – we’ll admit
Where the faith is the strongest weapon of mine
We will be infinite. Touching unbearable hit

Which is my skin – you design me all over – of breeze
Foam and air and clouds – you’re holding me tight -
Circle of hands that surround my shoulders and knees,
Abyss of hart that is endless and deeper than night.

Mother

admin — Wed, 19 Nov 2008 15:58:31 +0000

I am not – anymore – waiting, I am avoiding
The thoughts of you realizing what you’ve lost and why –
Missing me growing, turning into something
That is more than the truth and more than lie!I am so much bigger than all your hopes and wishes –
Yours – just not for me! Am I being a bane?
Do I make it too painful? – Decorating this crap with the stitches
Which is just a different form of pain.Do you cry for me – do you open your heart and ever
Cry for me, when your God asleep and you stand alone
In the city that holds these winds that sever
You from everything that is we, since the day I born -Was it raining? Remember? You told me the story
Long ago – or was it bloody and dry -
When we cried together as we were sorry
Knowing what’s expecting us. So, do you cry?I am not anymore. Not waiting, neither raving
But I am still holding and if not for you -
Tears that burn my eyes when I am – too often - craving
For that woman that I never knew.

For Markis 2

admin — Wed, 19 Nov 2008 15:57:53 +0000

Мир, проносимый временем - скользит
Всегда в иную сторону - я знаю,
Что ты зовешь, что так в груди болит
Тоской по раю. Ты наблюдаешь времени поток -
Игру песка в твоих часах песочных.
И ты меня читая между строк,
Читаешь точно. Достойную-не ни твоей любви
Ни даже мысли о любви, ни мысли
О мысли. Ты касаешься Земли
Но и не высь ли Тебя сжигает на твоем огне,
Который то казнит, то воскрешает.
Мир, недостойный мысли о тебе-
Тебя прощает.