Ты звонишь по телефону, говоришь, что очень рада,...

You call, you say that you’re very glad
What a stretched separation is prohibitively long.
Everything seems to me - today the sky will collapse
And our city will take the greedy, sweet East ...
You sit in the shade, on the contrary, clutching your shoulders with your hands,
A fox look, a half smile, like the flicker of amber.
Traveling through time both enchants and cripples.
We will leave this topic. The stars will burn out silently.
Surprisingly, the ashes do not reach us here.
Unless, a black fragment will knock on the back sometimes ...
And guess - what was that? Or just dawning
Either the pebble is random, or it really is a star ...
We walk under this downpour, snowfall, leaf fall,
With a divine spark in the palms, stumbling on verses,
And we feel each other’s breath somewhere nearby,
On some parallel eyelids,
Or centuries? A vague exhale, a sigh of past indifference,
Rapture of freedom and comfort of shackles.
The spoiled sun will burst into a flash of blue
In an eternal cry - out of space, out of acoustics, without words,
Without fear that they will hear, understand or believe ...
The time span of the line is called "medium" ...
Tearing out jambs with nails, violently tearing down the doors,
We will leave souls - wide open ...
Recklessly, forever!
Belyanin