god, i can't help myself sometimes -
it's either a piece of music,
or a foreign language film with subtitles:
and i'm found, sitting there
like a complete snowman in the middle
of july, melting my eyes out -
and let me tell you: this was a real
tear jerker...
      i was choking trying not to cry
out loud...
      real men don't cry? *******... whimps
don't cry when presented with
something of profound beauty...
   in this case?
          the 2014 film
                     ya ne vernus
                                 (i won't come back) -
maybe if you spoke polish you'd understand
that whenever a pole listens to
women speaking russian:
                they all seem like children...
there's that "cuteness" about it...
well, there isn't, it's just the technicality
of the soft sign (ь) -
                        mięki znak...
or maybe having a russian girlfriend once...
either way...
    i can turn into a right ol' *****
   when watching something of beauty,
can't get more profound than the vastness
of the russian land, and the tiers of
elevation of the kazakh mountains...
   with two lost souls roaming the canvas;
and oh **** me... donkey's years
since i unplugged myself from mainstream
cinema...
         what a breath of... mmm... fresh air!