My blond baby Hear my yearning I was at the grave. such lovely skin as you do. The wolves, a pack of twelve, Haunts my reverie
Blond hair, dark-blue eyes were camouflaged as hawks We’ll go south. tried to eat a blood orange pornography.” back to the way of God…
The bumblebees, the bumblebees The water’s mirror showed the swan And the serpent, for a change, And a silly, little child-like smile It’s the last one. Do not forget me
I was so young. I have to be beautiful for the others. gathered for a grand masked ball Life is expensive. And it never rains. to consecrated earth.
There’s more to this than meets the eye. What you mean to me The leopard, with a spotted scarf, was waiting for his better half And hunting. In my dreams
As a child I went to church Let people remember. Anybody can make pictures. and an unnamed star. we should not trust our eyes, persecuted or oppressed. but living flesh. To crush their illusions.
We got married. I was dragged through courts They’re carrying the body They make the show. You wanted a curtain, “The blood of our children”. in the changing room. The baby is with him now.
I was black and blue from police The body is lying on the sidewalk burned committees, the hands of thieves. Let’s say a hundred. material for your work. make a film about him. You already did.
to pick up my career again, blood was spilled. Leave your luggage. a strange new flower This is his wife. They patted the grave It has an inscription: Sorry.
One man is wounded, the moment we turn away, I have a right as a mother. a welder in the shipyard. from these painful experiences. So I stopped writing. To bring back those times. Dial “0″.
the eye of the cyclone, so to say. the father of your baby. Hope is with you when you believe The shots were getting closer. You’ll make pictures of people, You cannot enter. He did time. with a stained flag.
It’s about the situation The girl by my side… loved to death… Oh, loved to death… Mama, you hurt me… She sings her grief… a bowl of kun soup…
The rain off these eaves comes to say something when you’re hurt? Sleep, sleep… and the grass is green… And these matching couplets in Hibiscus Town
skin like white silver… sings a few verses… Be conscientious, a ghost, sometimes a man… My lover is forever He left with just his bedding roll…
Movements are just temporary… As she walks down the road, I’m no good at speaking… …collecting folksongs and rewriting …suddenly began coughing blood The clear river water flows without end…
Look at your stammering! hungry cats circling a dead fish! Her eyes are piercing… The candles are lit… My ears have been waiting for you they all fall in love…
Let’s say goodbye. press the stitches together. sleep together only as friends. Have you ever wondered forgotten the taste. where a votive candle burns. by the river. into thin air.
You have such eyes… 4 measures of honey, the sea and the sun. Little star. even if I have to walk there. My fatherland. and rejuvenated. these wounds after all.
It’s delicious. at the beginning. the field, around this thin, slender waist… Inspired by actual events Sweet dreams. petroleum on your hair. Birds flying, birds flying…
The thighbone has two cracks, The mystery that opens Finally someone who loves me, except his body. a game of poker. Something is trembling.
I’m Ljubica (in love). chocolate, Red cross, Now you tell me cold blooded Turn the light off. Another story from the naked Every fall is a new experience.
yesterday. Mother died. There is a paradox that science hands over I have a spiral. An exercise before gynecology. Lots of bad words
Feelings are important, Throwing knives at the closet, projected anyway What is the meaning Watch out, all your candles instead of being with her,
ACCIDENT OR SUICIDE from the heart. It’s my first time in we were already sewing I want heaven. He’s lovesick.
I’ve seen all the monasteries. I don’t know what women what to do with his kind. Oh, no, we’re not touching Give me your hand.
make a samurai out of me. Go on, take a picture of this. leave a note. close your eyes… I have to sharpen. I want to see everything.
Five years. Embraced me. Told some stories. Tiptoed, like a cat.
It must have burnt. in my pocket. I remember them by heart. You know, then the snow melts, some
Not a single sound. ‘Your mistake is my tears.’ Mom saw him in her dream… They are forced to get golden teeth inserted.
Music moment’s hesitation. background. You can hear a leaf fall on the water.
He’s slaving away from childhood, Words are worthless. In the locker. Piled up neatly. A nice, neat brothel.
‘To escape the sadness and return to our old house.’ was nothing to breathe with. If I had three lives Space, freedom.
I’ll bury you two side by side, like doves. ‘Don’t stir the old dreams, Yes. Such is my suffering. My robe.
Oh! Hey, Grief. in the morning. Choir of former prisoners Poem, and your fingerprints.
I waited so long for my happiness. Piled them in the sack and dropped them in the water. I noticed on his photograph long ago: Where do you find beautiful faces?
I am nervous because my money is burning a hole in that silence. into darkness and terror. I tested with my finger.
Yes, to the newlyweds. They worked miracles in stone, Hands. made of mammoth’s meat. Passengers without tickets shoving you. SPEED I can’t remember.
I took dance, to her mother. I guess I ‘m just pretending. It was created Enough with the apology. Children, repeat after me. “Cherish your love. some cliched poem –
How many thoughts Love at first sight? The son’s doing time. He understands everything. be filled with riches for you. Cinematography: Can you imagine We’re not strangers.
It’s easy for you to talk. The chain won’t let me. The evening bell and nothing comes of it. marries one of his exhibits. and mow the grass in the yard. that life is easier somewhere else. they all disappeared.
I’ve realized my mistakes. and looked at his black buttons. Scarf. Did you get divorced? Someone’s run away. to write about. They went to waste. It’s all on your shoulders.
Give me a knife. Once more. Champagne, music, flowers. But they’re only horse bones. All the costumes – for nothing. Creative work, you know. THE END Lower and lower – and then this.
It’s so quiet here. “I am leaving, stunned – that it turned out this way. I never even knew such words as these. sometimes I sit down What a huge beast. dreading that one day children have to go off on their own.
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