Саша, я стихи пишу (ну это в целом),...

Sasha, I write poems (well, it’s in general), so I sat there - let's get the muse, I don’t have time to get photoshoot) so I quickly wrote down what she started to hum there, I’m writing that it comes to the photoshop verse, but when the buzz is over she says: Find out? I answer Not! I am busy! And she is an Ambalov portrait retouching. Well, in general, I think it’s cool, I post it right away, because in the morning I will start to rule as always, and so the original is clean ... I warn you: rhyme changes my rhythm and only experienced verse surfers can harmoniously read, mostly inexperienced fall on violent waves this rhyme itself, but from the third it’s already the norm. In general, here:

When all the "offices" in the astral ...
And they see tales of southern dreams ...
He is cheerful, on his usual pedestal
Removes the dusty make-up of raw shackles.

He's like a sophisticated cook
In the kitchen spices dispenses on the eye
In raw slaves adding
Secrets of beautiful eye sliders.

Well your eyes are long red,
Swollen veins, eyes unclear
But he forges digital art
So fleeting and unearthly.

He recalls the embodiment of past years:
An easel with canvas and oils follows ...
Pen squeezing a tablet ...
Displays pirouettes in dance.

He is happy, as never!
He knows: his entire family is online at night.
There is no word "competitor", we are all brothers
Only by the spirit are alive and united.

He breathes the sweet air of freedom
Where there are no boundaries in the hug the whole country!
Guest darling in Rostov and Moscow
Everywhere will meet on Hurray !!!