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Dying…Умирая…

Slow steps were bringing a man to the top of this endless staircase…

The flaps of a grey dirty cloak slid along black stones scaring away alarmed mice…

He had something to say and something to think about during this coming wonderful night…

The deaf moaning of the booming wind was reachable from behind high stones covered in green mould after each step he took…

A thousand-year sigh and regret were hidden inside these stones which turned black from sweat and blood…

There was always enough time for them to die…

Those who are alive like to stand beside a coffin and throw a handful of brown soil – tired of ashes and blood — into a grave…

A wish to die was growing to please inventive human eyes…

And even now one could smell fires burning somewhere near…

As though the hands of those who were burning in these fires were pulling him down…

With every step he made it seemed that the tower was rocking more and more, and the feet were stepping harder and harder…

It seemed like the angels in the sky have stopped looking at the agony of human existence a long time ago…

Dressed in sacred clothes the walking evil was spreading the word of God while stepping on a baby’s throat…

Fields of wheat were taking ashes of those who died and giving birth to a heavy ear of golden seeds in return to make up for the future deaths…

Human gods wished to be worshipped for people would not die once they were born…

The blood-stained veil of the fog kept shutting his eyes when making a further step to the top of this endless strange staircase…

The stair-well was making him feel dizzy and his grey hair was waving from under his dirty green hood…

         His pace was becoming heavier and his cross was cutting into his neck worn out from age-old patience…

Nightmares were beginning to pursue him with infernal flame where his soul seemed to smoulder…

Breathing heavily the stranger touched a rough stone on this never-ending wall and when he shut his eyes the stranger saw her green eyes and that fluffy Irish hair…

He loved her. He enjoyed her body and her white face without end when talking to her for a long time after she was gone…

Her understanding calling gaze looking from the past warmed him up again. And having his wet eyes open he thanked the Creator for calling such fortune on him once again…

Faith which he gained at the start of his journey did not let him die among his likes…

Her love has relieved his sufferings after this faith died…

His lackluster eyes plunged into the shadow of the arrived millennium….

 

 

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Souls of those in love will not die when they free themselves from the bodies they were born with…

Through the darkness of fog and lightning brought by evil looks…

This is a flight into the night’s depth — towards the coming daylight and blissful love…

Wind and snow only kindle the flame of desires…

Clouds part and with a deep breath earth lets you go. So you vanish in the bliss of height and soaring of a new thought…

It feels even better above the clouds and the eternal rays of the mighty sun boiling with its plasma keep you warm…

Now you should hold on and slowly soar to prevent the earth from attracting fleeting thoughts to the dusty trampled road… 

Sun rays will cover you with gold of gods…

Everything looks light and fresh from such a summit of spirit…

It seems like everything around you should be beautiful, fair and natural…

And now you shine together like a rainbow…

There is nothing higher than the sky and your flying love…

Your strong hands and the thrilling look of her face can even make death happy…

The ineradicable servility of grey days does not armor our dreams with lead any longer…

Continue to love…

Your blissful amorous hands will turn into wings and one day they will touch these ever floating clouds…

Dance the dance of love…

And the Greek gods will admire you…

Cherish love and do not fear strange meaningless eyes…

The flame of love is lit and you are glowing with the charm of the Divine Providence…

         Admire the sun of your love and float…

Everything unique and new will exist as long as your hearts possess passion and love…

Your shadows have probably remained down there pressing themselves to wet worldly rocks…

It is blissful to be beside the beloved eyes from which you cannot tear yourself any more…

It feels so good around…

You can only hear the voices of your naked bodies…

Transparent clouds cannot hide these surprisingly ardent bodies that you adore…

Calm and sensual contemplation…

Worshiping the touches of open love…

But the body is short-lived once it has been exposed to the young adoration of love… When it dies the soul will rise forever so you can smoothly flow into this amazing eternity…

         Again in love and again together, forever…