Марианна Плотникова - Неформальная экскурсия по Перми
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... over the iron calm of the rails
The trembling lived
Celsius decreases doomed
silent and almost motionless

The city promising the movement
either the words, or then the soul
Even stones descend from the slides
whispering as if - "shshshi"

The conversation begins with death
without recalling the number of years
There she was brought in an envelope
here - cut off the shoulder Epipol

for museum longing is obvious
This bitterness and dust on the teeth
Keeping the presence of the species
A person leaves himself

A pair of legs drives another
The fussy shape of the crowd
height turns to the curve
poultry food - cereal track

Here are the forests of a chopped skeleton
triumphal victory of nails
Above the grandeur and growth
Stand in the center and listen - here

and in the well fucking of the sky
reaching the bottom itself
where the pain is already indistinguishable
The same mortal clarity is visible

The geometry here is indispensable
and in their non -Euclidean dreams
Each monument, step from the pedestal
Having committed, turns into dust

Spirits are hiding behind bars
(legs have heard human recalculation)
that from bodies is inconspicuous, like flies
flew away during his lifetime

Finally, touching the living
Solovye gardens are buried
and rave under an invisible convoy
Either buzz, or eternity with a break

Attraction visitors
whose cynical and simple epicrisis
as a form of law
the impossibility of the path inside and from

Watch without the ability to join
So the speech was almost dry
Like the river in the eyes of an eyewitness
He will take off his hat and, right, respect

Just approaching the river, where the greens
It remains fidelity of the hands
how heat in museum rooms
You look around a little more carefully

However, here not the same stared
who had a crane and ace
There are alive land in different ways
you need to taste this

I'll go, and off the coast of Kama
The head will ring over the water
And I believe that the local stones
from the language come to words

Save the aftertaste of the soil
Inexperienced exhalation in the mouth
for some fraction of a second
no one will die in the universe