March cats, March kittens,  
Striped in the night, with bluish eyes bright,  
A secret trace on the ice-bound streets.  
And I, in this March, unveil the spaces  
Where the sky has no edge, where the heart has no grief.  

Love is born—  
Wild, whispering, clamorous,  
Like the breath of a spring wind against my face.  
You have taught me to love without fear,  
To live against odds, to ask for no words.  
In this March, filled with whispers and howls,  
I see the gags fall from the world’s lips,  
Collars torn, leashes broken,  
As, gnawing the bone of inspiration,  
Leaving no meat, no gristle behind,  
Rummaging through garbage heaps,  
Foam on their lips, eyes burning fiercely, screaming:  
"For God's sake, spare some change—for books!"  
Ripping plastic bags, choking on scraps,  
Snarling into cardboard,  
Scraping metal with their claws,  
Gnawing on plastic, licking at shadows,  
The wildest creatures awaken from slumber.  

Boys, you are beasts! You are March Cats!  
Hungry, proud, sharp, unchained,  
Like the split of a pomegranate, like four hundred blows,  
Like blood on the snow, like a tumor on the cheek,  
Running into the night, never looking back,  
Striking with the knife hidden in your leg.  
You warm the soul, you shatter the chains,  
You slip like shadows on moonlit lemon wedges.  

And you—who burn in the dark like sparks,  
Who know the taste of rising from the ashes...  

Girls, you are bitter olives! You are fiery flashes! You are March Kittens!  
Bright, fragile, secretive,  
You are the light in hallways where air has grown still,  
You are the first barefoot step on the melting snow,  
You are a voice trembling on the verge of a scream,  
You are the gleam in eyes reflected from a blade,  
You are gold in the cracks of parched lips.  
You are the ones who rise from the ashes,  
And sing—even when the harbor is gone.  

Thank you for wings, for wind, for leaves,  
For melting the ice with the breath of spring.  
For every dried-out breath of chrysanthemums,  
For the warmth that lights my way.  

My wild ones, my bitter olives and flashes, let these words be a bridge—  

Do not fear—you have the right to be who you are.  
You can return—you are awaited.  
You are needed, you are wanted, you are the heart of the bridge.  
And time flows as long as you desire.  
Love will not vanish, like snow behind your back.  
The heart has no grief, and spring is behind me.  
I see—the space has suddenly lost its edges again.  

And that cross-eyed happiness—that sacred rapture beyond the edge,  
Which the world seems to glimpse from the side,  
Enchanting, hiding its answers deep within,  
Where the sky breaks off into the void,  
Where the world itself spins in a blinding whirl,  
Dizzying, intoxicating.  
Where you and I, like all of us, dance in its vortex,  
With a sweet sense of unease.  

I love you.

Tick-tock,
Eyes—back alleys,
A patch on the elbow whines and rallies.
Snort-snap,
Sky—hoarfrost,
Melted in coffee and claws half-crossed.
Tap-tap,
Parquet and rags,
Hop-hop,
And back to the crags—
A heart, like a ball, tiny and shy,
Bending, fleeting, too scared to fly.

Hello, worn-out boot and the wind,
Wind, unshaven, tousling the kids,
Splashes of asphalt, pimples, and engines,
Sky like the dust of a meteor’s dreaming!
Scraps of morning slumbers and struggles,
Rooster-red blood of the first battles,
Laughter in pockets, torn and tattered,
Crumbs of the universe, in palm-lines scattered!
Onward! Magicians! Where are you going?
Where will the era catch you, unknowing?
Words are stubborn, but words on credit,
Clay of sounds, yet trembling, unsteady!
Pulse not of freedom, but growing inside!
Pulse of the untamed galloping wide,
Pulse of the heavens, swelling the tide!

Hello, worn-out boot and the wind,
Wind, unshaven, tousling the kids,
Splashes of asphalt, pimples, and engines,
Sky like the dust of a meteor’s dreaming!
Scraps of morning slumbers and struggles,
Rooster-red blood of the first battles,
Laughter in pockets, torn and tattered,
Crumbs of the universe, in palm-lines scattered!
Onward! Magicians! Where are you going?
Where will the era catch you, unknowing?
Words are stubborn, but words on credit,
Clay of sounds, yet trembling, unsteady!
Pulse not of freedom, but growing inside!
Pulse of the untamed galloping wide,
Pulse of the heavens, swelling the tide!

Bag! Connection! Sister’s call!
Whip! Roar! Nasal blood!
Noisy market—tea-tea-tea!
It’s hell! They don’t care what they sell,
Whisper of rice, multi-world!
Woman—whip... Nose—roar,
Crush the beast!
Bag in the sky, market in blood!
Boiling chaos, seagulls in the gut!
Ringing, shrieks, pig and a thud!

Digging up dogs in verbal phrases,
Barking with syllables, growling between lines.
Letters—bones, gnawed by inspiration,
Meaning—a crow, circling the sidelines.
A stray word, with the jaw of sound,
Gnaws at the air, chewing on phonemes.
A verb bares its fangs, a case licks the hand,
And thought yelps, stuck between themes.
Dig, unearth, tear apart the primer!
Let the notebook be barked at by the voice-dog.
In words—dogged sorrow and fervor,
In sentences—the madness of us.
But what lies beyond rhyme and speech—I will not reveal.

To spit in the soul, Russian-style,
To burn it to the bone, down to the fragile heel.
Smile to the face, crush the grape,
Strangle and embrace, laugh until you cry.
Throw all meaning to the wind, as if it were a joke.
How toothless, how frightening, how true...
Cheap, isn’t it?
It’ll do, perhaps.
Never return—
Keep moving forward,
Forgiving not you, but forgiving myself.
All of this is a game of symbols,
Where meaning is a prisoner.
Boundaries shatter language,
I tear apart context, creating a new moment.
And in this, we are but fragments of emptiness,
Feeling only the shadow of someone else’s warmth.
To strangle and embrace—that is my verdict.
Let this world burn like a frozen bonfire.
Disappear and remember? Perhaps.
Dust of worlds on my boots, my mind—a wreck.
All words on a leash, all love in the snow.
Go on, scream into the void,
Hug the emptiness. Sorrow boils within.
Rough, ******—yet that’s where happiness lies.
Human, you are forgiven for your misery.

Rebellion, passion, death, triumph, and failure.