Do you want me to teach you to hear the sea?
Not the sound of the surf, not the evening whisper.
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A tribute to my girls. I believe
And today I felt you behind my back in the viscous air.
You were calm and wise.
A tribute to my girls. I know
I don’t know what happened in your city.
What happened to your heart, why the soul pants and where is the place where you could hide and wait out the storm, save your strength, return to yourself?
A tribute to my girls. Me and Me
The question randomly asked.
Surprised eyes wide open.
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A tribute to my girls. Just love
Your beautiful eyes are full of anxiety …
And it seems there is no end in sight of the obstacles that stand in your way.
And you overcome & overcome, and their new heads grow like hydra’s ones. Continue reading “A tribute to my girls. Just love”
A tribute to my girls. In the world’s eyes
You asked me: what am I in the world’s eyes?
Beautiful, light as a butterfly in a warm summer forest, by trembling its wings raising the flavor of blooming blueberry and lingonberry bushes sky-high, to the tops of ancient pines and fir-trees, to the genial Sunshine. Continue reading “A tribute to my girls. In the world’s eyes”
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A tribute to my girls. Butterfly
You asked me to draw a butterfly cause there is no lightness enough.
My girl, cold winter winds will blow us away soon.
We are already light and airy. Continue reading “A tribute to my girls. Butterfly”
A tribute to my girls. Support
You asked me:
-What is it?
-What do I do?
-Where? Continue reading “A tribute to my girls. Support”
A tribute to my girls. Close circle
Hey.
Many reflections different in emotional saturation came to my mind after our conversation: from bright and joyful when your voice rings as a hand bell, and ridiculous rays gather around eyes; down to sad when tears gather in your bottomless eyes as if in a big saucer, and wave, trying to keep inside.
You are right; our life is filled exactly with what we put in it: wood, footpaths, century oaks and warm fir-trees; the sun on a hillock, clear sky. Continue reading “A tribute to my girls. Close circle”