Твоя удовлетворенность сошла на нет с сошедшим поездом...

Your satisfaction has waned with the coming train of victories. Stale makeup and lips in the abrasions of nettles. A body stuck in a bare space. In excess masses authorized authorized to complete. In those rooms and techno-worlds, I loved you. And then throw all the words down the drain. All that has been said and written, heard and stamped inside in leather binding. And then change one name to another, one color to another and breathe a sigh of relief. And exhale. What are you breathing today? This passing autumn? Interpret, yearning, typing water in his mouth. To swim through the crowd of people, looking around, rejoicing in the falling leaves. Someone who is not aware that he will not be warm in his house, not in friends. Until the dampness of the foliage of your head goes into the soil of thoughts, rotten. In childhood, in a bright dress, circled, as if a memory was licked by flames. As if machined with precision and vice versa. It is difficult not to fall when there is no support and a sense of balance. It is difficult to understand what cannot be taken from us. What not to allow in our life in any way. It is common for everyone to make mistakes. A spoon for a spoon, a footboard for a footboard. And we will look at each other, rolling with laughter, covering our eyes with the entire horizon and life. And there will be no bitch, no hitch, no pod, no beans in this dusty world keeping at a distance the essence and truth. Look in the loudspeaker for the impoverished sounds of the screams of the soul, the necks of the veins protruding the strain of a modest desire to be happy. Glory to the fuses that prolong the existence of another moment. Forget this network. Will give as if married wishful thinking. Read, read and honor.