...и мысли эротичны, и сомненья
и пьяный аромат осколков дня
и свет, и тьма, и вьюга сожаленья,
и трепета вуаль. в себе храня
размытый образ, некогда живущий,
надрыв струны, круговорот огня...
кораблик пущенный, давно уж потонувший,
всё также манит истово меня
в пучину вод. в порыве страсти,
круша фундамент непонятных дум,
упала в небо, вырвавшись из власти
всех притяжений: и земель, и лун.
но цепи прочно мне сковали руки,
огонь живой водою слёз глушу,
а может просто... от приелости и скуки,
я прошлое упорно ворошу?...
About Me
- Maria Boicova-Wynants
- I harness the power of words. I feel their essence and use their capacity. Aside from my IP mediation practice I run two projects: - personal buddy: wise friend for rent — your attentive and insightful critic, adviser and strategist; - Wynants Writing — top-notch writing and clever translation services. We capture your business and personal stories. Passionate about art, wine and coffee. Value integrity, personality and honesty. Should you feel my experience might be useful, please don’t hesitate to drop me a line here or directly to my e-mail maria.boicova@gmail.com. I love bringing value and creating a wow-effect.
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... and thoughts are erotic, and doubts
and drunken flavor of the debris of the day,
and light, and darkness, and a snowstorm of regret,
and a veil of trembling. Inside it stores
a blurred image, once lived,
a string almost torn, the cycle of fire ...
A ship put on water, which had long since sunken,
all beckons me forcefully
into the abyss of waters. In a flash of passion,
destroying the thoughts' foundations,
I fell into the sky, escaping the power of
all of gravities: of lands, and moons.
Yet chains are firmly holding down my arms,
the living fire I drown in tears,
or maybe just ... of the pall of boredom,
I suffer through the past again?...
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