And he devoted poetry to his beloved,
So that every moment with a dream was beautiful!
In the sky, clouds, a drop in the palm of your hand,
Kissed you - in the heat sank!
This fire is unbearable to passion,
To suffer suffering, learned to suffer!
Around the desert - it burns quiet,
Drills the temple and pulls the roof off the hinges!
But my dove, you fly to eternity,
And the hassle of wings, I can hear by the wind!
Yes, I know it's true - it's not return,
What was in Eden, we used to be with us!
Pinned to the face, your naked chest,
I need will and great strength!
The cliff above us is gloomy and unfriendly,
And the wind blows, the evil wave gushes!
Wind the whirlwinds in the sky of the loop,
And a flock of gulls - a riotous horde!
And your look has changed and has become cheerful,
We squeezed our hands - the power is a triumph!
There is no break in sorrow, I will be honest,
In a land of great luck we live!
In the mouth I kiss - I'm glad to admire,
And that was not, without meaning conversation!
The booty is shared by the embezzlers,
They will suffer a severe sentence!
And the dull bad weather recedes,
On the horizon, a ray of smoke is painting!
And we were in burning power,
More precisely, I could not express the thought!
Affa radiantly smiled and, patting Trump on the back, replied:
- You are simply wonderful and unique. One and a half million years I live in the light, but I did not see anything funny.
The billionaire president answered in a pompous voice:
"A politician, a legal pickpocket, and Trump is a pocket in law!"
Affa smiled and replied:
- Yes, you do not need me, then you will live ten million years like me, and then you will end up in divine nirvana.
Trump with a feeling of ill-concealed hope asked:
"And will you make me a god?"
Affa rock glittering brighter than the stars of the teeth, sang:
- Everything impossible is possible in our world ... It is not necessary to be cautious ... only in the toilet!
. CHAPTER? 3
Now Trump turned out to be the servant and clown of the goddess Affa. It was quite a troublesome post. The goddess was very fond of tweaking and amusing herself in very peculiar ways.
In particular, she wanted to turn an old man into a boy. Well, it occurred to such a whim, and run it into the city of the elves.
And that is very funny. Especially for the goddess to admire the work of her hands.
Trump, who has become such a jerk is so funny. He wrinkles his forehead, mutters something under his nose.
It does not often happen when an old man turns into a child. Although elves of a particularly higher order can do this. A goddess like this and just once spit.
Affa asked her fool:
"How's the feel of Trampic?"
The former American billionaire president, and now turned to the boy grinned in a childish smile:
- Not bad! I, frankly, feel amazing!
The goddess looked affectionately at Trump and nodded.
"Do you want to stroll around the galactic capital?"
The boy and former president Donald Trump answered:
- I would be happy to see the sights of your capital. When I myself become a god, I will build myself, something even more majestic.
Affa nodded in agreement.
- Well my boy!
And opened her beautiful mouth and ... Suddenly, a fountain of Magoplasma blazed, and Trump's boy embraced the fire of sorcery.
The space is flooded with a flaming, every second flashing flame ...
Hellfire, flashing and devouring all the insides, crushing the flesh. A volcano that burns out everything that is alive inside. How familiar it all is! But this time, maybe hell is real ?! Patience - and here the pain subsides. Donald Trump opened his eyelids.
He thought he saw the starry sky. From a surprise, he screwed up his eyes and then again opened them with an effort. Yes, indeed, he sees a strange starry carpet. An unearthly origin, extremely densely strewn with precious garlands of heavenly bodies. Tens of thousands of brightest stars are blind and stunning imagination. The body seemed to float in a vacuum, not feeling the support. The unprecedented spectacle so shocked the boy and former president that he fainted, disconnected from reality.
When the ability to think again to him returned, he could already control emotions. Under him there was solid ground again, he struggled to his feet.
The spectacle that appeared before him was not for the faint-hearted people. At first the boy president thought he was going crazy. Grand city, the capital of the galaxy of the elven empire, one of the greatest cities of the Babochkazar cluster appeared in all its wildest beauty.
Luxurious multi-kilometer skyscrapers, gigantic temples, incredibly giant statues, cascades of gardens and fountains, glowing devices, huge billboards on which could fit fifty Olympic stadiums and much more. If you add millions of different colorful and extravagant flying machines, then for the seventy-eight-year-old boy president of the early twenty-first century this was beyond all limits.
And yet, Donald Trump did not feel fear. There was an extreme excitement, and even indescribable ecstasy at the sight of such unimaginable
colorful splendor created by the hands of intelligent beings. Everything in this metropolis was grandiose and charming.
A few stars shone in the sky. The brightest pink-yellow star, two green, one blue and two almost invisible cherry-sapphire, which is natural in such intense light. Nevertheless, despite the strong light, my eyes did not cut and it was not hot. The temperature is very pleasant, a slight cool breeze blows.
The president boy, now a jester, walked along the seven-colored sidewalk, the sidewalk framed by flowers, statues, multicolored flashers, crystal-polished tiles. Barefoot, children's soles felt very smooth, even, perhaps, slippery like ice, giving luminescence, but fortunately not too hot surface.
Everything in this futuristic megalopolis was mirror-sparkling and dazzlingly magnificent, even waste heaters were made in the form of exotic animals and birds. They opened their mouths and politely thanked them when they threw garbage. When Donald threw off the melted and warped boot of the mini-elf from the sidewalk, a bird scavenger jumped out of the sidewalk.
She was with the head of an eagle, but disproportionately with a large beak, the body of a striped eggplant framed by three orders of lush petals. Each row differed in color and shape of shoots, and wings did have a mobile coloring video.
A feathered and at the same time a flower scavenger swallowed shoes that had become unusable, and melodically chirped:
"We have no reason to torment ourselves in doubts!" In the whole universe there are no more desperate guys! Throw the garbage these men - Elf bull stranger kill! Elf-bull stranger kill!
Donald was wiggly waved the "scavenger-prima donna" hand and gave out:
- The most amazing thing about a person is that it does not surprise with enchanting, but it's amazing the banal!
However, it is strange that heavy military footwear melted, and he himself did not receive, even small burns. However, the clothes seemed to be not too damaged, although the luxurious overall was lost. But something is preserved, and he is not so ashamed to walk around the city in a smart T-shirt and shorts, normal clothes for a boy in hot weather.
Although he became a boy, Donald Trump, and embarrassed his bare feet, extremely inappropriate in the capital, where every statue, car, fountain, composition, or other construction shone with deafening flashy luxury. As a beggar in the government quarter of the richest New York City, one can not help blushing when someone approaches you.
Pedestrians in the streets at the moment a little, mostly they were children. As it is one of the central sectors of the metropolis, eminent elves and elfies settled here. There was a period when mini-soldiers and elves were given a short vacation, that to learn at least a little bit of life without a debilitating drill, let them feel the joys of childhood.
In addition, this small gap in comparison with the barracks period was a kind of encouragement, for success in studies and combat training.
Although a little opportunity to dispose of time at your own discretion is happiness! That's why a kind of harmless laughing guys, many of whom, joyfully playing, even flew into the air, did somersaults, turned the kuliedoscopic holograms, gave the magical city a wonderful idyllic appearance.
Curious Trump wanted to approach them and ask a couple of questions, but he was afraid. I was afraid that peaceful, beautiful, like elves, boys and girls in their sparkling costumes might not be as peaceful as they seem at first glance. Especially for people usually not typical; even the girls played in apparently military games.
True, it seems that unfolding fabulous and type of anime-fantasy, not man-made battles. The individual holographic projections were large and so bright, believably reproducing details. What seemed and in fact suddenly from somewhere in the air there are fairy-tale castles, fortresses and houses, and then disappear.
Dumbfounded by the boy president he saw everything went on and on, continuing to examine the city. What stunning trees and gigantic in tens and hundreds of meters of flowers with fountains and flying animals hang on crystal balconies, pouring into the sun with a multicommodity scale.