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Оглавление - Polyhedron
HALF-WHISPER: The translation of poetic texts generates unexpected, and sometimes monstrous, meanings...
- INTRO
- THE WORLD WAS SUITABLE TO THE WITNESS
- I KNOW, I WIT, I KNOW — REPEAT TEN TIME
- ABOUT YOUR NAME, BREATHING ALREADY ON INCENSE, ON RICHED WALLS
- SNAILS OF DREAMS. THEIR HOUSES ARE EMPTY…
- THE TIME OF FAREWELLS. ON CLOCKS — THE APPLE SAVIOR
- BUT PUDDLES IS WINDOWS IN HEAVEN
- WHEN YOU’LL CLIMB HIGHER
- ONLY THE WIND IS MY MASTER NOW
- THE KNEELING DAY. DECEMBER. SILENCE IS SECONDARY
- WAKE UP, ALL DREAMS, LIKE STRINGS, HOLDING IN THE CAM
- EVERY VERSE IS A FISTULA THROUGH WHICH OOZES SKY
- AUGUST. DAWN. SUNDAY. SLEEPY PALE MOON
- THERE IS MYSTERY IN CONFLUENCE. FOR THOSE WHO LEAVE, THERE IS A SIGN
- THE WINNING. THE WINDOW IS UNBUTTONED LIKE A BLOUSE
- THE TIME WILL TELL. AND LIFE IS EASY WITHIN THE LIMITS OF ITS ANGLES
- THE COLD FLAME. FREEDOM AND FORCE. AT ACCEPTANCE, AS IF IN GLASS
- SO MANY REPETITIONS ABOUT YOUSELF… BEAR SO MUCH THAT THE WIND
- TWO THOUSAND TEN. QUIET AND SMOOTH. AT THE COUNTRY WAS AGAIN ELECTED PRESIDENT
- OH, ZORKA, THE RED MAIDEN! BLUSH AND DASHING!
- POEM IS THE BLOOD FROM FRACTURES AND WOUNDS. HOW STRANGE THAT WE ARE
- THERE IS NO MONEY, AS BEFORE. YOU, ARE RIGHT, AS ALWAYS
- I DREAMED THAT I AM MASTER OF THE DAWN, I’M HAVING FOURTEEN HANDS
- PARIS. ON THE SUMMER, THAT FULL OF TOUCHES I TASTED THIS POISON
- THE FREEDOM OF THE WORDS IS MEANS, WITHOUT MIRRORS — IT IS MOVEMENT TO YOUR INDISTINGUISHABILITY
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