Твои губы молчали о скуке,
О любви не кричала душа...
И касания жаждали руки;
Только сердце, почти не дыша,
Лишь тихонько и нервенно билось,
Как синичка, попав в западню.
Счастье будто всего лишь приснилось.
Я тебя - ты поверь - не виню.
Безысходность - причина дурная,
И фундамент - непрочный она...
Я так много... так много не знаю!
Так натянута жизни струна...
И я верю, и вовсе не верю...
Но готова бежать вопреки.
Ты скажи только - там за той дверью:
Райский сад или вновь рудники?
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.
2 comments:
Your boredom silenced lips,
Of love not screaming soul ...
And hands yearning a touch;
Only the heart, hardly breathing,
Beats softly and nervously,
As a titmouse trapped.
Happiness seemed only a dream.
And you – believe me – I do not blame.
Hopelessness – is the bad reason,
And as the foundation - it is fragile ...
There’s so much ... so much that I don’t know!
The string of life is so tight ...
And I believe and don’t believe ...
But am ready to run counter to that.
Just tell me – what’s behind that door:
Garden of Eden or the new mines?
Рудники райского сада,
И нежные длани Эвы...
Знание достойно ада,
Радости достойны напевы...
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