Поезия 11.10.2006 veselin 235 прочитания

The sidewalks resemble Udine


...thesidewalksresembleUdine...

The archs are fairy grеy.
When you sketch Venecia
My eyes are gazed
at yours.
It´s difficult to listen!
When you paint me Boticceli.
In all my poems for the lunatics
the bravest claim to be the wretches.
The suncrops up from nothing.
It tears the horizon into pieces.
The cliffs stretch out a scarecrow,
that shаtters into crystals...

...the sidewalks resemble Udine...

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