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Може все не так ... - Maybe everything else is

А за вiкном майже весна ...

Змiнює все моє майбутнє,
Моє майбутнє the моє життя.

(And the window is already spring ...

Change all my future,

my future and my life)



I think she was here. A search
who knows what.
Maybe my words about her, in un'idioma unknown.
Maybe someone reads, mixes letters in his mouth like blueberries salaries in full. This
possession that you can not feed.

For days his voice was chasing. If I hear
lights.
says "Maniunia, yak ty? Sho ty?".
says I miss you, I think of you, I want you here for a coffee, I watered the plants, want to come to Kiev to get you? My

, highly implausible.
"You know I do not want anything, you know I do not want anything."

(Stay in your place where you are, with your voices and sieves until you learn to lie as it should).

I was worth a gamble, but this morning listening to scroll through the river I dreamed of a ladder to climb in the spring and from there to a lawn with ivy or the sea.

And if the sea will be there then.

Sea and a Dance in the spring.