Александр Ириарте - Незабудки И Кипарисы
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Ghosts howl, furrier
Peples-Grivans of thunder dunes ...
The house floats across the rain.
The house flies contrary to the rain.

How the wave calls under the hem
Those who are bitter
So the cypress debt lives
Behind the wall of blue flame -

Nasty, smooth, deaf lights
Inaccessible boulders ...
That wall is not to find worse
And you can’t find miles - waves.

- You are pale ...
- I'm already going.
- You are like chalk!
- Do not kidding ME.
- Seriously!
- This is the pallor of the July thunderstorms
Miserable, stuffy ... Come here!
Here, touch, - a little to the left - here!
You hear how he calls me!
I'm black! I'm from coniferous spray -
Black foam
Grendy salute!
I'm tender - I'm a bloody breeze
Above the wall of azure mica ...
A gap was once gathered in it,
But she poured her.
I have grown. Thicket with a wall
Non -resistant ...
About the winds, where?!
Your strength ...

And the house is broken,
And its okrugs are empty
The petals of your insults
The door is walled up, and you -

So you will run, run,
As in the sea in a thunderstorm - Chelny,
Until the last line,
Where the wave and needles are black,

But in the chest of a blue flower
Will not allow you to forget.
So death and pain fight
For ridiculous power: love.