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November / June'15-14
02:20
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...3-2-1...
The wind that long ago took my tattered body into the deep forest was whispering right into my ears.
I've gone blind. I went deaf. No, I've gone blind.
That forest was so beautiful that I felt drunk for an instant. Charmed, no... drunk.
It seemed like a Faun [*1] himself cursed me with that wind while Sylvain [*2] took an oath to keep safe the forest who's became my refuge from a post-industrial hell.
Because the mountains remember the final cries of the needlesly murdered people. Because such rivers are nothing but the accumulation of hollow mirrors, in which the faces of floating corpses are reflected.
Emptiness.
Even the lotus flower could not encircle this cavity.
Everything is so rotten inside of me.
Everything is so rotten in this city.
Better to take two trampled roses in memory of this city and imagine a war than to stay and wait for the apocalypse.
Cold. Fire. Catharsis. Hunger. A war in my head.
The Fawn has cheated me, the forest has dissappeared and now I lay shattered under the old oak tree surrounded by autumnal leaves.
[*1] Faun is a mythological half human–half goat creature appearing in Roman mythology. A forest deity, Faun lives in thickets, secluded caves or near noisy springs. He communicates with a person in dreams or from the distance, frightening and warning him with forest voices. He also instills panic in travelers and occasionaly in enemy soldiers during wartime.
[*2] Sylvain (Silvanus) was a Roman tutelary deity of woods and uncultivated lands. As protector of the forest (sylvestris deus), he especially presided over plantations and delighted in trees growing wild.
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June'14
06:59
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"...Je ne vais plus pleurer
Je ne vais plus parler..." [*1]
Night, cold and dark deep sky
Both, we are on the roof tonight
Look, a star explodes before your eyes
Touch, please take my hand tonight
Eyes, you always hide them, why?
Feel, It's our embrace, only you and I
Kiss, my first kiss is your last wish
Heartache, i'm trembling like a frightened cat
Words, you look so funny when you talk
Episodes from your life, forget them all
I know you've been sad for far too long
Trust me, i'll warm your cold and tired soul
Sunday, we walked across that street
You've held my earphone and listened to my heartbeat
That melody got stuck in my head
I'm bound to you, but for you my passion was a trap
but for you my passion was a trap [x3]
but for you my passion...
[How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.] [*2]
But for you my passion was a trap [x3]
But for you my passion...
But for you my passion... was a trap...
[*1] - from live performance of "Ne me quitte pas" by singer-songwriter and actor Jacques Brel in 1966.
[*2] - from "When You Are Old", a poem by the Irish poet William Butler Yeats. Poem was published in Yeats's second collection "The Rose" in 1893.
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September'14
05:13
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An old tragic day
And I was to blame
I've lost my dream
It's been left unseen
Since those broken days
I hate my fate
And fraugelent grace
Annihilated by an autumn haze
Late summer days
Tears on your face
Look into my fear
Please, don't leave me here
You don't want to hear
October is near
Last September date
An awful mistake
My fondness was fake [X2]
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The rustle of the dead leaves warms my ears
The rain whispers to me of pain, the fire is dying [х2]
If you carry the mark of blindness on your heart [x6]
Be silent [x7]
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Good Memories Saint Petersburg, Russia
Magnitogorsk
(2010 - 2017)
Saint-Petersburg (2017 - 2022; 2023 - ...)
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