вторник, 12 декабря 2017 г.

Time will tell. And life is easy. Within its angles




Time will tell. And life is easy. Within its angles

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Time will tell. And life is easy
Within the limits of its angles ...
And if there is no fisher in the catch -
So this is not the catch ...

 
And the door is open, and there, behind it
In the radiant ice-hole
The four guardsmen of the Last Days -
And everyone came to me.

 
And what John could not say -
It falls from the low clouds ...
And the angel who tore the seal,
Compresses the sealing wax in his hand ...

 
And everyone plays, not having learned a role,
And holding a piano in his pants,
And the one who came at 19:00,
Does not explain the dream ...

 
Time for everything. And look at the light
Through the hole in the temple ...
And mark as an empty envelope
Crumples the hand ...

 
And you're on a horse. You are powerful and mighty.
You fly from star to star.
And Death is only a cheerful flare
On the blue water ...

 
And there, in the depths, and among the heights,
Shrouded in his cloak,
You squeeze out your five hundred
And whisper - "More! More!"

 
And the mouse in the mezzanine and a note
And winter howls in the pipe ...
But he who sings not about these dreams,
He does not know how to sing at all ...

 
And the flame in an embrace with raw water,
And the air is like the salt of the earth,
And from the edge of it in World Peace
The ships are breaking ...

 
And the doors crack and the floors in the glass
And the house goes by waves ...
And in your kitchen
stony bread,
Left for later ...

 
Time will tell. And life is easy
Within the limits of its angles ...
But if there is no fisher in the catch -
So this is not the catch ...

 
09.03.07


© Copyright: Sergey Moskalenko , 2009
Certificate publication number 109061105846 


Tuesday, December 12, 2017


A 2000-year-old loaf of bread from Pompeii. 2000-year-old petrified bread from Pompeii. And in Your Kitchen, the bread that's left remains for a while ...

 

 

 

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