Maria.Loving.World

. As if painting on canvas, trace the lines of my body, With every brushstroke, evoke my desire so heady. Like a predator on the prowl, stalk me with your eyes, And in one swift move, leave me gasping for your prize. Let your fingers comb through my hair, As your lips the color of ripe cherries ensnare. Tie me up, tease me, make me yours, Lead me to the edge, with pleasure as our only cause. From tender whispers to frenzied screams, Let our bodies entwine, fulfilling our dreams. As we soar to new heights, with every touch and kiss, Let the fire of our passion never cease or miss. In every word, let the ocean's voice be heard, A symphony of pleasure, a chorus of every bird. Draw me in, take me over, and make me yours, In a journey of ecstasy, where our love forever endures. So take me as I am, with all my tales and scars, And together we'll create a masterpiece, under the moon and stars.

. In the vast expanse of space, so cold and vast, A giant planet spins with rings so vast, Saturn, the jewel of the solar system, Bathed in the fiery light of the sun's prism. Beneath the rings of ice and dust, Lies a world of beauty and mystic lust, Its storms and winds in constant motion, A dance of nature, a cosmic commotion. In the sign of Aquarius, Saturn now stands, A symbol of freedom, a beacon for all lands, For souls that seek to break free from chains, And soar to new heights, unbound by constraints. The red planet Mars is active, too, A warrior spirit, a call to pursue, A passion to explore, to conquer and fight, And leave behind the darkness, to bask in the light. With the sun shining bright, Saturn burns, A radiant jewel, its lesson learned, That even in the face of heat and pain, Beauty and wonder will forever remain.

. In the cosmic symphony, the planets dance, A graceful waltz in a celestial expanse, Mercury, Jupiter, Mars, Earth in a row, A cosmic orchestra putting on a show. Our roots lie in the universe so grand, A cosmic origin, a vast wonderland, We ponder our destiny, our purpose here, On this soulful journey, seeking to persevere. Reflections of the universe reverberate, Echoes of our souls in a cosmic state, We seek happiness, fulfillment in our lives, As we travel through time, we reflect and strive. Quantum mysteries, miracles galore, A journey of discovery, and so much more, The human quest for knowledge and understanding, To reach for the stars, forever expanding. We stand on Earth, but our hearts take flight, As we gaze upon the stars, our souls ignite, In this cosmic dance, we find our place, In this vast universe, we are but a trace. So let us seek the wonders of the skies, And embrace the melodies that harmonize, For in this cosmic dance, we have a part to play, To light the way, and make our mark each day.

. Through the prism of time, in years to come, When all the pain and hurt will be undone, You'll come to know the simplest of truths, Nothing is forever under the moon's roof. You'll cherish every moment, every day, When love had made you lose your way, You'll scroll ahead, beyond the past, And find that hurtful memories don't last. It's okay to move on and start anew, To find someone who brings out the best in you, Not everything of value can be bought, True love and friendship can never be lost. Not all of our dreams will come to be, But maybe it's better that they remain free, Unconstrained, forever in our mind, Where they shine like the stars of every kind. Through the prism of time, after many years, When all the dust has settled and disappeared, You'll see that life has a mysterious way, Of turning bad things into good, come what it may. Let the melody of life carry you along, As you dance to the rhythm of an eternal song, With every step, you'll find your way, You'll see the beauty of every single day.

Ships sailing to the east, Like birds in the sky they fly, Leaving us behind in peace, With memories that slowly die. A leaf falls from the tree, With secrets of paradise lost, A reminder of what used to be, And what came at a high cost. The sea stretches far and wide, A canvas painted by the sun, With every ship that's in sight, Another chapter has begun. As the wind carries away, The ships and the fallen leaf, We're left to face another day, Wondering what lies beneath. The ships may be gone, But their journey lives on, As we hold onto the memories, Of what's come and gone.

Inevitably, the river flows through the meadows green, Inevitably, the maiden fair falls for a warrior's gleam, Oh, she loves him so, but she doesn't want to hurt, Only the river whispers secrets to her in an undertone so curt. Only the pure river knows what to do, It holds all the answers, it's wise and true, Oh, lovely maiden fair, look into the river's eyes, Oh, beautiful and clear, let your heart be wise. The hour will come, and you'll be perplexed and worried, But still, put on your red sarafan, you mustn't be hurried, Oh, dress up, dress up in your finest attire, The river and fate will lead you to your heart's desire. Oh, dress up, dress up in your finest attire, The river and fate will lead you to your heart's desire. In spring, the maiden fair had her destiny laid, And in the red summer, her sarafans were made, Then came the autumn, with its golden, leafy trails, And winter gave her snowy sleds with horse's tails. Oh, sleds with horse's tails, how they shone in the light, As the maiden fair rode away, all pure and bright, Heavyhearted, yet happy, her fate was sealed, Her destiny fulfilled, and her heart truly healed. Oh, you, lovely maiden fair, Eyes so bright, so rare, Your life was hard, but full of joy, A As the river and fate played their coy. Inevitably, the river flows through the meadows green, Inevitably, the maiden fair falls for a warrior's gleam, Oh, she loves him so, but she doesn't want to hurt, Only the river whispers secrets to her in an undertone so curt.

Beyond the right and 'wrong' There is a field... An open space, a shield... And I will meet you there... A field surrounded by forest, Where stars are falling down to grass... Where time is steady, days don't pass... Where Souls descend into the grass. The world is crowded to talk... You better hold my hand, let's walk... Ideas, languages and any phrase you say - No longer they make sense... ...we are two tiny in the immense... Two lost who hide in order to dispense Their inner feelings... What a Field!.. May everything just flow, just let it go - whatever unfulfilled.

The angel is tired, the angel is tired - He's helped everyone all day long. Two poorly unloved recently met; Destined to the full loneliness, They faced their happiness. The Angel's talked to old grandmother. He asked her all about the sores. He drank a hot tea with a sugar bun, To bring joy to the woman He's quietly sung... He's caught the baby, that looked out the window - She almost flew away with the titmice... Then them together guessing funny riddles - There's not another chance or compromise. He's got a little cat from the rooftop - The angel worried about the small creature. He brought to doctors and the patient Hope - Being unnoticeably helpful is His feature. He calmed anxiety in restless hearts... He loved these people sometimes very strange. He loved these people - elderly and children. They ain't strangers, often look like angels, Believers in the miracles and fairy tales, Defenceless in their kindness, Them being open to the wonders... And such an angel... He's everywhere With everyone...

The angel is tired, the angel is tired - He's helped everyone all day long. Two poorly unloved recently met; Destined to the full loneliness, They faced their happiness. The Angel's talked to old grandmother. He asked her all about the sores. He drank a hot tea with a sugar bun, To bring joy to the woman He's quietly sung... He's caught the baby, that looked out the window - She almost flew away with the titmice... Then them together guessing funny riddles - There's not another chance or compromise. He's got a little cat from the rooftop - The angel worried about the small creature. He brought to doctors and the patient Hope - Being unnoticeably helpful is His feature. He calmed anxiety in restless hearts... He loved these people sometimes very strange. He loved these people - elderly and children. They ain't strangers, often look like angels, Believers in the miracles and fairy tales, Defenceless in their kindness, Them being open to the wonders... And such an angel... He's everywhere With everyone...

As promised all without deceiving, The sun turned up in early afternoon... An oblique stripes of saffron, I can't help believing, Slide down tenderly, Touching a curtain soon... It covered with hot ochre The neighboring woods and houses, My bed, my pillows and my hair and cheeks. The sun goes up and up, it never drowses On summer days and endless summer weeks... Am I still dreaming or it's my reality - Sweet amber honey August and its bright temptation? Mortality turned into sudden tiny immortality - Almost unnoticed, but well-known transfiguration... You walked in a crowd, apart and in pairs, Suddenly someone remembered that today sixth of august old Transfiguration. Ordinarily light without flame Comes on this day from Tabor, And autumn, clear as a sign, It draws the eyes to itself. And you went through the petty, beggarly, Naked, quivering alder In the ginger-red cemetery forest, Burning like a printed gingerbread. With its hushed peaks Neighboring the sky is important And the voices of cocks Called to each other for a long time. In the forest as a government surveyor There was death among the churchyard, Looking into the face of my dead, To dig a hole in my height. Was physically felt by everyone A calm voice nearby. That former voice is my visionary It sounded untouched by decay: "Farewell, transfiguration azure And the gold of the second Savior Soften with the last caress of a woman I am the bitterness of the fateful hour. Farewell, years of timelessness, Farewell, abyss of humiliation A challenging woman! I am your battlefield. Farewell, spread wingspan, Flight of free perseverance, And the image of the world, revealed in the word, And creativity, and wonderworking.

Overtaking the speed of light The mind is racing over ages... In the depths of the poet's delight A line is following another line laying down on the snow-white pages... Shaking off the gray dust, Pray She will and sing She must - She will tell you a magical story About the times wild and hoary Overtaking the speed of light...

Can you walk with my shadow along the edge of the soul? ...Where for half of a lifetime there's no sleep and no goal. Forgotten, unlikely to start gutting again, It won't work even blindly, not worth trying the same. Divide gaps into "after", Divide all the "before" The rain washed our laughter Slamming the door... Weaving loneliness into Your tiny home, Where the traces, your traces don't remember the road... Can you walk with my shadow Along the edge of a meadow, Everything's become mere, The most vital thing is You are here.

In front of the morning rays Towards the solar miracles - The world comes out to embrace Carrying the sky made of particles... Everything will wake up, Everything comes to life, Silence is breaking the night, Bringing the ultimate light, Warmed in the sunny arms... Keeping all summer charms, A day will be born in love with the dawn, Filled with the heavenly caress, With the bird's beautiful trills On its cherry breezy crimson lips... A day will come!

Well, tell me, have you ever been in love? Tell me, if the dawn has ever floated at your home?.. And doves were circling overhead, Dancing the whitest minuet?.. Tell me, have blizzards sung in your bedroom? Have you read all your rhymes and poems to her? In every single look you were... looking for a friend, whom you could name your soul-mate?.. Have you been hiding somewhere in a nook, writing a line by line of a new book... For her? Have you been standing at the station, Inhaling the fragrance of the trains, Have you been dealing with temptation To disappear, to vanish in the rains?.. Well, tell me, have you ever cried, Sobbing with bitter happiness at night, While desperately dreaming about her?.. Well, if you know at least a little... So if you know about the times It means for you, not for another, I've written all my crazy rhymes.

The sea will tenderly embrace, And bury in its golden sands while fishermen are casting fishing nets... While fishermen are casting there a fishing line, Our souls are catching here a rushing tide... There is nowhere to hide - Forgive me. So late at night, we're laying in a puddle Someone here needs the air and cuddle, but touches are much less, than even subtle... Forgive me. Our clothes got water, we are stuck We stuck so tight... I think, the sun fell over, And out of the sudden it is quiet, We can't hear clocks and seagulls, You are in sand as if in bronze, I am not sure that it is legal.. But anyway, forgive me. The sea will tenderly embrace, Bury us in the golden sands... Is it a chance? Forgive me.

On the roads that were split by fate Give me your hand so that there is no fear Give me a hand or two... I'm not sure... of anything. Oncoming cars on the road Give me your heart to hold And our joy will be eternal... Prove me, we are the only, at the beginning of our story... And we will write another song - Take me there under common dome which is above the inner sorrow On-road and off-road Let's start believing in 'tomorrow'. I will return to you - the heart, the truth, Your hands, your joys, your dreams, the life you choose... And on the roads that were split by fate Give me your hand, Please, give me your hand.

I don't have a TV, And I don't use any messenger. Can you recognise me? Can you feel me In the crowd of a random stranger? I'm like a small tealeaf dancing in the white heat... Can you talk to me? Can you see me whatsoever? I've become a stranger to myself, Giving love and hope to abstract people... Ain't no all alone, but deeply lonely 'self', Sometimes being cured by neighbourbooks taken from my shelf or nearer... Well, I talk to them, And sometimes they talk to me... Noone's heard my recent "help" - And my "be or not to be".

The voice of the wind is like a wild horse The voices of the winds hoarse But there are singing summer thunderstorms... I've written everything, but not the destiny of yours... I have no choice, just to confess In the deepest inner deliverance... I have no choice, but let you go We used to have a strong resemblance of the Soul, now it's the biggest difference... Still remembering who you are, I could almost lose my mind: How to convey your weightless trail Through the rhyming words of mine? How to convey the nerves sway Or a sudden tender touch of yours?.. How to convey your multiple roles In my loving worlds?.. Maybe, it used to be One of the strongest connections.

To hear a woman when she is silent - A task impossible for many... Who knows, a heart is only vibrant, But is there ever any... Impossibilities of silence?.. Can she be heard in sadness or in happiness, in emptiness, in her miraculousness or in her sacredness and her sweet tenderness? In mute reproaches and in ardent passionate confessions? In her sudden hysterical crying and in her unique cheerful laughing? Delighted, maybe disappointed? Can she be heard?.. What is she being silent about - Her soul, her heart... No doubt, The secret's got its magic keys She may be silent, but she speaks... Just look into her eyes...

I won't tell anyone what my tiredness is Not to hear in response, That I am a smith of my miraculous fortune and happiness... Am I looking for their best advice? Before I say anything, I will think twice... I won't tell anyone what my darkness means Not to hear in response, That it is just a mist that happens before the sunrise... I only ask my Angel in the twilight what it's all about And I will ask to let me go, When there is no way out.

Oh, I would take it all for everyone - I'll take the every rhyme in our life delirious... I'll take a pine, and dipping it into Vesuvius, in heaven - I'll write a word, a single word of mine: H E L P! Capital letters, And Letters, That have been sent worldwide Nothing really matters Nothing's left in our wounded heart A dash! And just an empty mind We can't do anything... With the sincere repentance: H E L P! Applying to the Angels, Martyrs and the Lord With love and hope In final throw the very last chord H E L P!

The sky in May is like turquoise, The march is being played and it's victorious! I looked into my grandma's eyes, I saw a fragile tiny girl at once And at the same time - she's a warrior! That hungry rear, that war, a mortal fear... Is twelve a lot or it's a little? Alone she stands - nobody near And from above it is a whistle... It is a whistling falling bomb. Someone was screaming, then it's calm, And then it is completely calm, it's dark and silent. The trouble laid like cemetery cross - The only breadwinner left for the front. The girl could not believe in loss She thought, it was a namesake in the funeral... *** Keeping these memories alive in their heart, Grandparents of the war still do not sleep at night, Staying with us by our side Praying for us - for the post-war children.

She is writing the poems On Friday night... By the light of the crying candles... He was a friend of hers, But why Has he decided to join the Angels?.. He was a friend... Why are friendships coming to the end? Why is the wind whispering songs to heavens? Why is the time once shifting to the sand? I felt your presence, I often felt your presence...

Searching within yourself for answers... Does sadness in public become laughter? Alright. Then, what is after? Twilights... Twilights... And finally Friday... The inner law 'Do not reveal your secrets' is perhaps the most correct of all... What mistics! Friday we used to be stick to Friday... But she can't stand it anymore...

Tea is over, just come to me... When you know that there's no more power, when the darkness seems to be so unbearable - Come to me in that difficult hour. When your life has become so similar to the plots of the terrible dreams... When your routine's become so regular, So it drops you into fatigues Come to me, I will find a few words for you, I will find for you hundreds of words... I will find for you million roads, Ridding of fears and anxieties, Ridding of all insecurities... Come and scream out loud, Keep silence... Come just something to say In the spring or in summer to stay, In December, in March or in May Or when there is noone to go to, Come, when you need someone to warm you Come anytime to me...

Burning in the eyes, blocking up the sun, among the echoes of the screams of yesterday's children, We are strangers in a crowd of people with guns, like armless lambs in the eyes of bloodthirsty beasts and their grasping fingers. A hindrance... Let it be just a nightmare, Let it be just a nightmare, Only a mist... Covering each other at the corners of our homes, in the cold cellars and empty stops, We're reading, we're whispering prayers, forgetting about the sharp nails in our own hands... There's no one who understands Until they go through hell themselves... It's tense... Our future has become a fog - a white door that we cannot enter... But there's no hatred anymore, No hatred! We poured love into jars, splashing the last drop from the bottom to the ruins of the path... Undressing each other, Reflecting the scars, We live, we leave, we pass... Away like stars in the abyss of the black pupils...

Listen, no, you have nothing to do with me I'm not good, nor sensible, nor cooking lunch or dinner - I am a reckless dreamer... A random traveller, who's going from one 'nowhere' to another... I am a loving woman, I am a beloved mother... I am a womb, I am a heart, I'm here to call you To restart... To start from scratch, To start from love To read the sacred signs coming from above I'm on the rooftops catching shooting stars... I'm satellite flying to Mars I will repay you with my novels, rhymes and poems, just don't ruin your life - Strive to restrain, or please, resign.

You're brave. You can do anything - You pass and overcome, you reach the top You find and give, you share, forgive and bring Your mind to understand, Your soul to comprehend... You're brave, even though you're afraid to wait, Rushing from entrances to exits Being so painfully tormented - You run, you stand - It comes the worst - You are confused in empty corridors You burst into te-ars... But... You can do anything, Obtaining freedom in your art You always listen to your heart That's why your courage is so obvious...

I need a wooden bow and arrows... I would protect you bravely, never hiding in the narrows... A pair of thin-soled sandals and ripped jeans A leather belt - To show what my rebellion means... I need a voice... quiet and precise - I'd sing you tender lullabies... At night you'll know the taste of my delight, You'll see the naked moon without shadows You'll savour it till afternoon without any measures, but with much pleasure and much pride. I need a hunger... teasing and so soft - satin and velvets, summer wine with petals...So oft I've recreated the mosaic of my world I've read the hidden ornaments of life In passionate and accurate sincere rhyme... The rhyme of my love... I need a town - Calm, dark, ancient, with the brown roofs I need a house that you choose, A piano and sheet music, and a door to leave my fears behind... Make tea and whisper in an undertone... Be mine, be yours, be mine... Your snow-white shirts, my dressing gown I need a wooden bow and arrows... Tenacious thoughts and a strong body Feminine? Boyish? Maybe none? I need a lot with You, Nobody else, but You...

We used to run and always barefoot We ate everything what we ever could - up to the mood Lilac with rare five petals Somewhere in our neighborhood Acacia with its dubious sweetness... Some peas and surely with the green pods, Green apricots and apples, Gooseberries and cherries Along with cherries we ate cherry pits... And even resin, just some bits ;) In summer rains we jumped over the puddles... In winter frosts we used to crunch some icy snow We wanted everything, that doubled Our happiness, that only used to grow... We were nursed by the Earth and protected She played with us and spoiled like a kind grandma And treated us with love from early morning Until the velvet darkest night... We washed our braids with the rainwater, The wounds were treated with plantain... How I want to go back to that life or a sort of What the happiness is - I can explain!.. Where the Earth opened Her palms to us, Filled with wonderful gifts and treasures And treated generously and lovingly With dusty, but clean fruits without measure. We didn't use to clean We didn't use to wash anything, We simply used to eat and go... Well, when was it? Long time ago When all the trees were very tall...

Hello, my Ocean, Echoes of my steps How many years Have I been waiting for a meeting?!.. My heart's been beating with the waves Being embraced so warmly by sunrises, Caressing dreams, and feelings, conversations... My memory still stores all observations with tender young and everlasting passion... Both - inner peace and inner storms, compassion... In the backwaters of emotions The lighthouse... Looking for someone... While in the farest turquoise Ocean An abandoned and lonely boat Hopelessly seeking for a harbor... Where is the quiet land of God? Sometimes it seems, it's never been much harder... That heavy earthly load... Behind the broken rocks Quietly the surf roars Whispering, and even whistling windy songs While unreliable my steering wheel Is leading me to You... Somewhere the distance... and the horizon is dividing sunsets in a half Echoes of my steps... Echoes of my heart With all the sense of motion... Hello, my dear Ocean... Hello, my Ocean, let me start my quiet conversation with an Angel

Here the glow of the stars is slowly turning into rust the eyes are covered with cataracts... You are immobilised but still alive Just laying in the grass... Imagine better not what is the thought?.. I've hold a moment in my chest... An echo in my soul "You've lost your nest, You've lost your nest... Your nest" Is there a chance? There is no chance... Forget the past, forget the rest, Forever broken is your heart, it's hard, too hard... how to restart?.. I'm burned... A dream, which just in vain will not come true: While I am going through... A golden-winged bird's swinging on a rowan branch... A century ago One sage once told me... Hold your dream - In hot in cold in frost just hold it. What am I capable to handle?.. One freezing night... No more delight... Again... One more... The war is going on somewhere inside in parallel with me And I can't stop it. Stop it Stop it. A little frost the branch is trembling, the juice of berries oozes to the ground... The golden-winged bird is afraid of sound The bird of peace is terrified by view... One move of tired wings... Maybe, a few... Away she is... Am I renewed or resurrected? And when I finally exhale, I'm all dried up, evaporated. I've hold a moment of that joy in my chest... And I can't breathe I am alright with this... Is it a dream, reality or mist? What is the gist? It's waiting for its time. You'll see the sign... The inner calling. There, where the glow of stars is slowly turning into rust I saw again in parralels of rain The golden-winged bird... And I heard Its magic singing... If not so, why am I living?..

The winter cold won't set - The door to the house is closed. Milk, cinnamon, honey, the petals of rose - Her coffee is sweet after roast, Her coffee for those, whom she met... The young god is sleeping in the crib - The night is calm and moonless... Sit at the window, dear Goddess, And gently touch the strings of harp As if the branch is touched by falling star... They will respond, just touch - Warming the month of She-Wolf, Your melody is raising high above the roof, Awakening the living rule, The Universe is quietly swaying... The song is gently sung to the end - Song of the seasons: winter, spring and summer The gift of love to hearts is to discover, The rhythm of purifying rain - the drummer Is coming to the land... The winds of February are prickling. Only a candle shining in the window, The ancient clock is quietly ticking The Earth is breathing the new air... Dreaming of a new spring is fair... Foreseeing miracles...

Every day without you is empty, Every hour without you is lost... I live and breathe your magic scent In the power of feelings - sometimes like a ghost... I were without you like a ghost... I were lost. I'll give you everything without looking back For you I will take the burden of track, And I'll follow you in your footsteps Creating the infinite love-maps Love-maps!

February was silently shining Through the clouds... Through the random sounds... Through the sharp splinters of ice... And branches only... Shaking Naked them lonely reminded her of her deep ache... But February did not believe the darkness And painted with rays her long orgasms On a white glitter sheets... One touch - one push She pressed "delete"... But February did not get tired of revenge - Sweeping away her sorrow, It brings a chance, a choice, a change Not later, than tomorrow... February laid a huge white canvas For her who's looking forward. For all the people reaching stars Helping start over... February was silently shining Through the clouds... Through the random sounds... Through the sharp splinters of ice...

My beloved, sleep well... May the dream be sweet and quiet entrusted to the house, dusk and February, which is so tired... Sleep well, my sweetheart, my beloved, until the dawn... Until the night is gone. While I, the loyal guardian of princess The dragon, and the knight of sword will be protecting all your air dreams according to the honest fairy tale law. Sleep well, my beloved, Please, sleep tight... do not remember daytime idle worries I will become a faithful dog by your side To guard the secret stories, all your stories... Absorbed by magic night, Sleep tight... There will be no rain drumming on the slopes of the roofs, machine sirens, night city noise I'll make a dome over us while my tender voice is singing quietly lullabies to you... My beloved, sleep... But in your dream catch all that I can feel without effort- The currents of my love are roaming in the room, matching your peaceful breath... I'm here with you - Whatever it takes, I'm here with you. Forever

When a man gets a dog, He gets an autumn forest, He gets an early morning fog, A moon, dozens of stories - When a man gets a dog... When a man gets a dog, He starts a friendly dialogue, Since then he hasn't been alone, the good mill grinds the greatest stone, It has become the strongest bond When a man gets a dog...

Wounded children, wandering around the world, They work and talk, drink coffee with sugar or salt. It is vital for children to find Someone, to whom in the evening they come side by side... Wounded children, They hate the severe wind They can't stand quarrels, They are looking for a proper hinterland. In those, who walk beside These children need to see: "I need you just to be" Is it reality or our wonderland? Wounded children No way, They won't trust the heart, they won't open the door They are constantly "smart" Their parent once said: "Keep your back straight. Don't be afraid" Wounded children are walking the planet. They like taking photos, they say "nevermind" But all that we need is To sit next to someone, Stop chasing the duty Put it on mute... But all that we need is To exit that maze, And all that we need is a silent embrace...

May the roof never fall on you and the friends gathered under it never leave May them the honest become your crew May us keep going, share moments, believe... May you always keep warmth on a cold night May there be a full moon on a dark night, May the longest way lead to your door May you be happier than ever before...

Autumn and Woman are very Alike Autumn's capricious, a Woman as well... Autumn is both - warming and tender A woman is the boundless surrender... Autumn may be cold and harsh The woman is domineering, a little daring Autumn will paint with a cold brush A woman as well, she'll be giving and sharing Autumn is a mushroom and foggy season A woman sometimes cries for no reason... Autumn is always rainy in the middle, A woman is a secret mysterious riddle... Both are so gorgeous Both are godlike Autumn and Woman are very Alike...

My major living role Not to pretend, to be...

Have you heard of the place that is called motherhood?..

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I'm paying my dues Vinyl with old blues... is spinning around in my mind... [what a sound!] Remember the house somewhere in the south somewhere in the east... that has been your gist... You have leaved your place in order to chase The fragile happiness... Emptiness embraces the world... In mad October Sober So sober We've never been before

I long to hear your heartfelt "hello" to my embarrassing "hello"... A lot is vain in life if not so... if the loved ones are not with us, we also ain't the whole... Pride is not counted to be the hindrance, Forgiving is the most important thing You'll know the value of a person As soon as you are left without him... And suddenly you realize it and now you also hasten to hug me... My palms are filled with tenderness - Let's rise it! Don't hesitate, just come to me!..

The scent is smoky, the taste is wine - The air is acrid - I draw a line... A hint of pepper and mountain ash, Pouring some red juice - Time makes a dash. Velvet in shadows to overflow Light's smoothing some strokes and bring some hoar... Rich multicoloured The foliage kaleidoscope: Madeira colour and gold to drop... The sun is melting In envelopes... The viscous resin On the pine bark And we are diving Into the dark... A piece of corduroy touching the grooves You're putting off that all - with gentle moves... Sun's slipping down To the cobwebs You're coming to me By silent steps... We're falling down on the warm grass touching each other - The hottest palms... Losing the track of time - losing the paths We're filling with love Our lonely hearts... The roots and forests rich autumn gardens, where there are ripe plums, apples, anise... Where there's rich and juicy harvest - branches are bending close to the ground... Fragrance is melting In the dense warmth The oak is hung with brown acorns; A row of tight moss Suede mushroom tops crossing the edge of the rich forest... Fruitful as from a horn Abundance - it's the time when we were born again in silence...

Millions of women love the autumn For the rains, the cold and fall of leaves... Carefully they measure doses - Coffee, Bitter chocolate, Believes... The late autumn hoar sunrises And harsh wind, thick morning fog... Coffee, Chocolate, Surprises, And the thoughtful soulful dialogue... And the special scent of chrysanthemum, Slightly cool and mint, and colder scent Clearer understanding of the spectrum Clearer colour wave and band... Coffee... Chocolate... Temptation... Closer look and silence, Revelation... Millions of women love the autumn... For the leaves, the ringing rainy streams... The precisely measured doses ain't forgotten - Coffee... Chocolate... A kiss...

Do you know autumn?.. [it's for the strong] Autumn knows where to hit and to go... Autumn sees through the coat and sweater Fall knows you all Your every millimeter... It's something hidden in your chest... and what is hidden in the rib cage like notes between the strings of a guitar, Fall deftly picks up with a fingernail and whispers with a sneer: oh, here you are... If summer is the flight of the spread winds The autumn throws straight to the abyss, Rain plunging into your palms with no hints you wander blindly in the dark and know that here it is... or still come up with a strange way to kindle a fire... [at least just for a while] While someone's gathering the splinters Another's looking for a shard of light in houses and souls there is delight that warm them in the severest of winters. [Someone will buy themselves a lamp and will immediately be delighted] Someone will strike with just one match... No light is needed in the fall, All after all, there is no fire warmer than a single touch.

The heart of every mother has a scar Like the night clear sky is lighted by a star Every cry of her child leaves tiny scars reminding us a million of brightly beaming stars... Child's broken knees and bruises, fever, cough The scars are added as if never were enough... Without those marks moms have no hearts... Not just a few scars, dozens... Myriads Of countless sleepless nights... The very first offenses - small from the first sight With every new scar hotter is the mother's heart...Despite it all, she has a view: - Do not be scared, my love, I am with you. Meanwhile, her children are becoming grownups at once They come and go, they meet and bounce While comprehending bends of adult life, They struggle and strive... But still their moms are gathering their bigger scars... imprints of pain, they feel they know, but they cannot complain... This bond is like a miracle indeed A scar/a star is our every deed Mom will take half of pain - If she can, even more... I've never seen anything similar before If only needed, your mom is always there... This bond with anything you can't compare If it's important - she will take a breath, Without those scars her heart ain't beating in her chest...

Learn to get up at half past five... Is it a deal? Of course, not. Into the autumn we run and dive... All the warm scarfs have been already bought... We love it not due to its golden ringing, but thanks to its damp longer evening... If you reflect the stars, The Milky Way becomes your path... Trying to light the candles in random and homeless messages... trying to write speeches for millions of living man-watts not warmed by anyone... Again we rush we run we manage We try to change and rearrange... But everyone who's found their place is almost eternal... Anyone who's lost everything earthly is almost holy... Bloom in the winter - Learn not to be the first... Protect your nerves the most We were taught that there was nothing new under the moon... I carry my word, I carry a word in the dark, I bloom...