Dress of color of a sweet cherry. (An evening Song for Francheskа) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It is its photo The strangest, fine photo Part of the present family Without the big father, without small personal explosions. When it was going to leave, She knew that a magnificent dress of color of a sweet cherry Also it is not sewed. It has picked up all best, Rose in hair, marvelous ink for eyelashes, a map of Calabria and Veneto, the rigid person nearby. And nobody knew that it vanishes in the evening In a fog, in whisper, in petals of suspicions Also opens colors and kills on the spot a sight. Aiming in inevitable loneliness. Clinging to the inevitable.
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07.12.2010 в 08:29-
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07.12.2010 в 12:45-------------------------------------------------------------------------------
It is its photo
The strangest, fine photo
Part of the present family
Without the big father, without small personal explosions.
When it was going to leave,
She knew that a magnificent dress of color of a sweet cherry
Also it is not sewed.
It has picked up all best,
Rose in hair, marvelous ink for eyelashes, a map of Calabria and Veneto, the rigid person nearby.
And nobody knew that it vanishes in the evening
In a fog, in whisper, in petals of suspicions
Also opens colors and kills on the spot a sight.
Aiming in inevitable loneliness.
Clinging to the inevitable.
(Long long spinning, long long solo)
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08.12.2010 в 02:18-
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08.12.2010 в 18:15