SNOW ALL IN FLAKES
The universe rewarded me with sadness and the sky turned white. A snowflake falls on my eyelashes, framing me with longing. A feeling of loneliness asks me to come in, to talk about everything. I am sad without you. I dont know why, but my heart is heavy with sadness. Ill tell you how sad I am without you, and how my gaze is lost everywhere. And no beauty is more beautiful than this innocent beauty. Kissing me todays bad weather, pretending, still a little. With sadness..
PURE IN HIS MIND
And once again the clocks are ringing louder. It will fill this house with sound. And everything that is frozen and gone will surely come back to life in this house. As if there had been no loss, no nervous months of obsession. And my sinful destiny will come to an end. And the prophecies fill my soul before the turn of time. Days and hours and minutes pass. Someone will turn a page in my book. And on a new page for me will appear a man with pure thoughts of his own. The time of life is a burden. Where a lonely man is very painful to be, a man carries a succession of constant resentments. Its time for gray clouds. They turn the sky gray. And like a heavy burden, they fly over the sky. The river in the distance, the clouds all rush in. Dreams are extinguished and carried away. The clocks are ringing
IM ALREADY DIFFERENT
There is always a vice in grace and mercy. When you look with jealous eyes And sometimes you think that all it takes is a little pain. But feelings are not subject to time or distance. Alive. I want to be a living woman! the other one keeps telling herself. And no, I have the strength to return, only my thoughts are always with you. I myself took offense and left. And then I told myself to forget everything
THESE SEAGULLS ARE BIRDS
The beckoning distance, the call to paradise Why are the birds of paradise silent? The wild seagulls must be smiling at them. Those above the wave are diving! They dont like heavenly places. For them, life is a life of emotions. The seagulls call me to be their mate and laugh. They ask me to run from the pier and fly. To flap my wings high. And then they shout that precious word. I love you! For all the angels to see and rejoice in my true love. And then start my life all over again. By immersing myself in the wave! The kiss is tender, the look is touching. And romance dances beside, decorating the evening sunset. In the timelessness of positivity at the moment of the resurrection of love. There is a story of circumstance on the stage of life of negativity. An enticing distance, a call to paradise where the seagulls cry out.
THIS SUMMER RAIN
As a barefoot girl, I ran happily. I didnt notice the puddles of summer! Its great to run in the rain. I was soaked to the skin and I screamed loudly! And with the drops on my body, its slowly recognizing me. The rain will hug me so sweet. And I want to kiss my beloved one more time As a barefoot girl, I ran happily.
ITS A NIGHT CAB
That night in the taxi, I cried. And I thought about how fast we change. The melody of sadness always hurts the soul. Everything will be all right! doesnt sound like it used to. The lights of the city streets flicker farther and farther away. Yes, when will you be with me, my dear? When I look into your eyes, I feel like you. Eyes, my mirror, you cant get enough of me! I want to find you and warm myself a little I like my state of mind when theres no reason to be tired. Life is sweet as long as it continues. There is no limit to our perfection. To love and to suffer, to dream until the end. To throw away all the hustle and bustle of worldly days That night in the taxi
I LOVE YOU
I love you, my light, I love you for your kind smile in return. I love you for your attention when I am in despair, my tears are streaming. Well stay in each others memory and well be faithful everywhere. Let sorrow and grief rain down and flash in our hearts, friendship forever. The past is gone, so be it. Only excitement is the way left, theres no reason for mistrust. I will love the future. I kiss you, youre my beloved. When I think of the past, I will shed a hot tear.
AWAY LIKE A BIRD
She broke free. The same one who, even in the cold, said: I will live more quietly, calibrating each step, unconsciously, she soared into the distance like a bird. Freezing with every breath, like a sparrows heart. For her there is no familiar road, only a path. On which her dreams and sorrows follow, leaving years of life behind. Ah! Why seek peace in what only seems. She only has to meet the one she thinks of all the time. And he will be her soul mate. I will live more quietly
GOOD DEEDS ARE SO GOOD
Good deeds are so good, and sweet moments are always nice. And I dont want to think of life as a shortcut. Consciousness lives as long as the soul lives. I suddenly wanted to remember, stories from the past, sometimes it is better and right to forget so as not to disturb myself. But I decided to tell everything to my daughter and my son first. Because I try very hard to be honest and fair. There is another world, there is another love. There is a free choice of the will of every human being. He who practices white magic is always aware of black magic. He makes his own choice. There is no good or bad, only your choice. This philosophy is so beloved by one of the followers of the supernatural to understand our world. And quite common in a world parallel to our own. And believe me, he is not alone and there are enough sleepers like us. People are striving for light and good. Man chooses his own place. Free will, similar to similar, equal exchange of energies, everything comes from something and flows into something. Love is the one and first energy of the cosmos from which there are offshoots due to free will choices. But in the end absolutely all souls move back to the source of Light from which they originated. Happiness is available to everyone, program yourself for joy. The materiality of the world is only an illusion from the chaos of the matrix energy, which also feeds on the energy of human consciousness. And emitted codes ciphers from the outside are processed by a human being and recreate this very dependency, in conjunction with the lower entities from the subtle dimension of the Earth. The most important feeling we earthlings must have is the feeling of losing the importance of material things in life. It is also the feeling of losing the measure of ones status in society according to these material things. This loss should not cause you fear or panic. If you are calm, then you understand that you are at the highest, decent level of consciousness. At this level you have nobility of spirit, justice, compassion, respect, love, honesty, humanity. And nature is all around you, much more important and right. All this should be remembered and taken as an experience. This experience will elevate you, it will be the most valuable and significant quality of your soul and body. Peace of mind, the main value that will never appear without a noble life, no matter what edge of the universe you are on. Love to all, friends! Dont question what brings you joy and peace of mind. Its so easy when youre not afraid of other peoples opinions. Just think about it. Nature reminds us of the eternal values of truth.
PART II TORN LEAVES
A light breeze tore the leaves from the tree. And below, a stream gurgled merrily. The stream beckoned the traveler to drink clean water. Leaf after leaf flew away: How beautiful, and I dont have to invent paradise. Only the songs of the nightingale, for some reason not enough? I sit on the bank and I will remember that girl. With sad eyes like an angel in delirium. In years gone by, everything seems like a fairy tale. And my heart still aches as it did before. A stream gurgled merrily
Darling, do you remember how we used to love to walk with you on the shore of the purple sea? Everything was strewn with scarlet shells. Aliana, you danced and were the most beautiful in the whole universe! And what flowers we had! You loved roses that sang of love. I picked them for you with such joy and delight! And your smile made me happy! Aliana, my joy, I want to disobey you. I cant let you be so lonely. But why you? Though I always suspected that you were special. Where is our sweet home? And then you will be yourself, he kissed her sleepy eyes, very sweet and beautiful.
THE RAVEN COMES WITH HOPE
Some sing about the crow, some compose poetry, and some just wait for him. Like a kind of temptation that is so easy to succumb to. Its only a matter of time. Ah, where to go! I dont like the tightness of my present dress! I want to try on another one as soon as possible. It is like a dream that goes away. And only the raven comes with hope when there is no turning back
HUGGED HIS BELOVED
Darling, how do you feel, are you comfortable?
I am always comfortable in your arms. Hold me tight. Yesterday, when I was walking, I felt uncomfortable, as if all the skies had collapsed. I felt the presence of other peoples thoughts, but they were so suddenly native to me that I was literally lost in time.
Dont be sad, Im glad youre healthy and here with me. All bad thoughts away. Forgive me for not being there for you. Everything will be fine. The young man embraced the girl, reassuring her, himself not believing the reality he had so dreamed of. Kind, sweet, snuggling so lovingly against him. He was afraid to disturb, to break this peace, where the warmth of a native heart and the mystery that the sea had always kept for them in its vastness. The lights of invisible ships and the pale, slow flashes of an unknown lighthouse and the hand dipped in the black water suddenly lit by blue sparks and, of course, the thousands and thousands of small grains of sand that covered everything around them.
I feel so peaceful with you, darling, and I am glad that we are together.
I couldnt tell you everything on the phone. The officials investigation dragged on, yes, if it hadnt been for the hospital, it would have been different. It was a long goodbye, and the heart did not want to rest, but how nice to embrace the beautiful one, the only one. He never wanted to think of losing his beloved again
Darling, you were in the hospital. How could you help me? Please dont blame yourself.
Alena tried to explain her helplessness in this or that situation only because they had to go through it. She was offended, too, but she did not stop loving and waiting. Uncertainty was what frightened her most, and sometimes even the plans she made with him were like an echo, but when you shout louder, you begin to believe in your own voice. Thats the comparison, almost fabulous. Assuming that her beloved could be sent on another business trip, to a place where the media kept reporting the continuation of hostilities, she was not overly concerned. In such moments, she remembered the words of the old man, who had earnestly asserted the absence of fear, apparently imagining the future and trying to reassure her. Now she had no desire to remember the past, much less to talk about it any further, for it too was fixed in the memory of its unpredictability and insidiousness.
Yes, I understand, my love. I couldnt call you, I was out of town, and then there was the investigation.
How I worried about you, my love, afraid of losing you! Suddenly I thought my messages were to blame.
My joy, how could you think that!
Her innocent reasoning only embarrassed him because he could not allow such a thought. Everything important in his life was about her and nothing else.
Darling, you and I must stay in St. Petersburg. We will walk and rest together. I have a pleasant surprise for you. Dont tell me you dont like surprises.
Of course well stay in St. Petersburg for a few days. Why not? Im very fond of surprises.
Thats good. Darling, answer me a question. Why didnt you leave the first time we met? After all, we had just met. There was a one in a hundred chance that you would do that.
I just liked the young man in the car across from me. I just knew I couldnt leave. If I had left first, you wouldnt have had a chance to stay with me and like me.
Is that why you sat across from me? Waiting for the guy to get serious and talk to you first? I adore you madly, my love.
And I will bite you if you keep asking questions.
Thats it, Ill keep quiet. I am all yours, my Admiral. And youll get a commendation as commander-in-chief.
What encouragement, what are you talking about?
Come closer and Ill kiss my beauty!
What a joker you are! Honey, look at the waves, were about to get our feet wet! I always wanted to return to this island of love. And not to be a lonely woman.
Yes, the Mediterranean is beautiful. Although I prefer our sea in the Far East, its rougher Anyway, I dont know where I am. The main thing is that youre with me, my favorite girl.
My amateur sailor, I forgive you your wrong coordinates and kiss you now.
Come closer to me, here I am tangled in your curls again. Beloved baby, and I adore the smell of your hair.
All for you, my strong man. Maybe tomorrow well take a boat ride, walk through the old fortress. I would love to visit the ancient acropolis. And St. Pauls Bay isnt that far. The mood suddenly became adventurous, with a preference for good spirits and faith, like that of a navigator who has seen the shore of a long-awaited land at sea.
Why dont we go to a cozy tavern, have a glass of local wine, and Ill admire your lovely, cunning eyes?
Yes, thats right, dear man.
I dont mind, but in the meantime youre in my arms, temptress.
Well, I will agree to be your prisoner, my love.
Alena loved the sudden urge that came over her. He laid her head gently on his chest and wrapped his arms around her. He smelled like a man, his scent stirred her, his frequent breathing turned her on. He ran his hand over her face, his thumb over her lips. She knew what he was doing, could almost smell the lust, the ruthless male determination.
Hiding things from me again? He smiled playfully and ran his hand down her bare leg, pulling up the hem of her dress.
What am I going to do with you? Are you my naughty little girl? he said in a hoarse voice, finally reaching her panties. He fumbled with his fingers and found the pretty one. The one she had so carelessly hidden from him. An exciting, pleasurable moan was the answer to this daring act. Relaxed, she laid her head on his shoulder.
My beauty, he said, panting with rage as he pulled down her panties, admiring the beauty of her thirsty, blissful face and the hair that fell so beautifully on her lovely breasts. Come here! As if commanding, he gasped and pulled her towards him. With every movement, her breasts beckoned, her eyes were covered, and her lips called and teased. Fury filled them both, forcing them to give vent to their passion. He kissed her shoulders, her neck, gently biting her earlobes, enjoying the sighs of a delicate flower so ruthlessly captured by him, yet so passionately yearning to love. The danger she sensed in him stirred and carried her to infinite heights. His gaze was determined, impatience flashing in his eyes. The pleasure that had already erupted in her became so violent that it swallowed her whole. His breath, his inviting voice, this whole night had merged and began to dissolve into one thing: the desire to love. She pressed gently against him, her body surrendering to his passionate caresses. She continued to move to the rhythm of his movements, wanting to finally feel all the power he had over her. Her body gladly accepted his dominance over her, trembling with excitement and pleasure. Calling out to his beloved, he felt the tantalizing beating of her heart. He loved her passionate sighs when she had no strength left for the next breath of air. And he answered her, his tongue bursting into her mouth, desperately seeking what another part of his body craved. He caressed her breasts, going lower and lower, kissing her stomach. He moaned with pleasure, pulling her to him. His intermittent breathing spoke of a storm inside and a loss of reason. This madness needed an outlet. He couldnt hold back his hoarse sighs of bliss any longer.