There were three women in my life.
The first
from Volga winters, mud mixed with snow
A gentle wind and I appeared.
And rocked me in her arms,
A the hole in the fence of the house where I went
And when the sun on my back
to force myself to let go of her hand.

The second one were taken from my rib-cage,
from my rib,
my heart beats with new passion.
Two lone shadows intertwined
cuddling like two gray pigeons
I waiting for her
or did she wait for me?
And when I awoke,
she was still sleeping and sublime,
just as the day she asked me for a smoke
And to this day, she has me mesmerized.

The third one sparkled like a dowry in herself
I observe her,
she makes my patience
from the books I’d read every night in my head
When the evening sky descends,
Stars will shine
to ensure that all her dreams
Stay divine

Now the same three precious fires
in all the beauty that was revealed to me
And I will love her till the end of time.

I wasted my nights writing;
till there was no lead in the pen
when I started reading my verses,
I imagined myself in a large auditorium,
in front of a single person.
because I wanted to make her love me.
With her bottomless loving eyes
as she refused to give it up willingly,
So I wasted my nights writing;
I didn’t know how to love her.

Lost somewhere in the translations,
I am looking for a solution, not an explanation,
But the time in the book is folded makes
I realized that I don't live here ...

And maybe this is the truth,
A lie has become our habit, for poems is wide and deep.
And we overcome that right. Sprint
we don't have time ...

My soul is jealous of the flowers
only bloom for one day and then fade away,
Logically for someday
as if numbers are defining life.

Please let the music lead you.
don't ask, don't talk
turn your head on your chest and listen ...
Let the melody .. the notes ... guide your steps.
Breathe in ... Listen ... turn on me .... feel it.

In the deep river the notes lead us passionately ..
Don't be afraid .. let it .. swirl .. leaves we are ...
Where the boy threw one on top of the other ..
he has no power to divide the river ...
so it sounds like hell on me ... he can't ...

let's climb beloved drip by the rain
until the black clouds .. higher up to we stand ...
taller than thunder, in the stars in between ...
I will decorate a meteor in your hair .. sun in your ******* ..
In the galaxy of your body I will discover the earth ...

Exiled to paradise, my eyes, to your eyes to live.
Exiled in my love, to give birth to the Full Moon ...
with silver threads my dreams to be around you ...
East and West, Day and night ... Heaven and Earth ...
My breath, my soul, my sweet dream ...

Listen ... turn on me and listen.

Silence,
   Resistance,
   And sound
   within me it is still.

   Lurking ...
   Keep safe

   Silence.
   Life is a bewilderment,
   helplessness itself.

   Silence.
   A prayer

Waving a flag on the battlefield,
Your beautiful hair in memory.

In your body burning as I need light
Your cheek from the pink flame.
Every time I think of you,
I was shaking again, I couldn't see it.
I fill the ashes in every letters, these
kiss, that thing burned into me.
Words I could not find to write for you
has been buried for centuries in solitude.
Crumbling thoughts falling,
in the fire of silence.
Let someone came, my heart
and watch me in the dust.
I will not bury any of your breath,
in my arms I will smother the pulse ...
                 Dead, breathless, with my soul
to give and take my life.

I’m from...
I’m from the Volga, serene and majestic
from the hands of the clocks that were moving too slow,
from the grip of the woman that was holding my hand,
from the innocent glance, from the dirt on the asphalt.
From Lenin, Karl Marx, Nietzsche,
from Pushkin, Okudzhava, Brodsky and Mayakovsky,
from the dust on the bookshelves turned gold in the light,
and the country that nursed me that dissolved in my sight.
From the triples threat stance: pass, shoot and attack
from the bully that tested my patience
from the sounds that blasted from the radio station
from the college where I searched for my place
from the choices I’ve made and felt no regret
from cigarette smoke that dissolved in the night
to discipline to write my thoughts
from the house I loved and the rural towns I left,
from the image I saw when I looked at myself,
from Emma to Lazarus, from our sunset gates shall stand
to the moment where everything froze in suspense.
And so, gentle reader, enjoy
And welcome to my original.

Without a voice,
she remembered everything she had forgotten,
both old things & secret, and dreamy.
Libra is her lips squeezed tightly
when she kissed and took his soul.

The careless words of the ebony curtain,
the harmony of the day and night buzzed me.
A song of life, that you hear touching your wrist,
hugging your throat for lack, when my head gently leans to your shoulder.
The dance is based on the sound of a voice with a beat,
a bed, crawling and revealing the beauty of a naked soul.
Sunbeams, kisses.
At times like these, the day is eager to come and
the night doesn’t want to leave …. The same dreams,
in the same arms. Time and times is unfaithful.
And this ours body, entrusted to the sacred fire.

Rain
witnessed a song and heaven opened in my chest,
in a fit of madness, I am lost
The deepest pit of ignorance or regret, did not find me.

For the world, the rain said, is the cry of
Laughter and hope of a child,
Wild desires for the beast
and the song he sang about a bird.

It was a kiss of a lover, who walked away
on his lips until he finds a suitable person,
caressing the pain that lured it,
and the ocean becomes a noose.

The lullaby, they say, is about angels that rock the cradle, but now it's a fire
tears from a lost dream
blood, from a melting heart.

A rose,
lay motionless under the river
And the love opened the book
until my echo becames flesh.
In the dark nights,
the stars coming
Your name resounded far away
A rose,
lay motionless in the dark night
if you don't awakens
I will leave my heart cold by your side.