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The Trumpeter
The war was all around
And the city was small.
The doctors laughed at him,
He was not like de Gaulle.
Well, may be the trumpeter?
OK, trumpeter, as a trumpeter!
Being a trumpeter is so good,
At least you don’t have to bow.
The bullets whistle over your head,
As the winds sometimes blow.
But why it happened like that?
For a boy ...
Sunday 2nd December 2012 7:14 pm
How Many Questions Our Life Arise?
Not looking at anybody doesn’t mean not to see,
To do the things you like doesn’t mean to be free.
To be at the very verge of life doesn’t mean to die.
And standing on the ground doesn’t mean not to fly.
And how much to pepper so that all could be well?
And how much to sugar to sweeten the hell?
To live a normal life doesn’t mean not to dream.
But how long to ...
Thursday 29th November 2012 9:23 pm
A Long Life Road
Our life is a real drama
In such a colorful gamma.
Our life is just a moment,
Sometimes with a torment.
Just have enough patience
To keep good relations,
To love truly and forgive.
You won’t believe
But today I cried away.
Someone thought it was a shame,
Someone comforted, didn’t blame,
Someone said: life goes on,
Someone dies and some are ...
Wednesday 26th September 2012 10:20 pm
It's a Pity
It’s a pity that
you can’t take off your skin
like an old dress
can’t cover the rags
with a smart dress
so that to impress
can’t embroidery stitch the holes
made by moles
it’s a pity that
you can’t pull out your heart
to bask in the sun
can’t force it cut and run
from the life of one
can’t let your soul
fly in the sky like bird...
Monday 30th July 2012 3:47 pm
Oh, God! Give me the strength.....
Oh, God! Give me the strength to forgive
Even when I was not forgiven,
No one to humiliate or to offend
Even when I was humiliated or offended
Give me the wisdom to be always fair,
Teach me to fly and not to be scared,
Not to be indifferent to the neighbors,
But to live and create for world's favors.
If I doubt to ask my heart for advice
As my heart ne...
Monday 18th June 2012 9:39 pm
The Formula of Love?
Man’s logic is so illustrative and simple,
He thinks he is so nimble.
Remembering the words of the great Pushkin:
“The less we love a woman the more she likes us”,
He is neither in a hurry nor in a fuss
To express his feelings and…. Alas!
There is nothing more here to discuss
From the attitudes of the poetic lyrics.
Pushkin’s words are not yardsticks.
T...
Monday 26th March 2012 6:19 pm
With Love Only
I hear the music of the Creator
In the fire of the sunset, in the blue darkness of the night,
In a starling’s song – a spring’s curator
Even when the quietness is tight.
It seems that love embraces all the creatures.
No more sadness, loss and tears.
No more wars, no more killed soldiers,
And only Madonna tenderly cradle her dears.
But how to understand where the evil...
Wednesday 21st March 2012 5:07 pm
Once Upon A Time....
Under the moonlight in the park
The stars shined like sparks.
A young couple walked,
You could hear them talk.
He was a guy with a sportsman's figure,
She was like a thin fragile stalk.
All the time the guy talked.
For a bet he crossed the bay
And it was on a stormy day.
He fought with the devils stream,
He heard the petrels scream.
How brave yo...
Thursday 8th March 2012 3:23 pm
This February
This February took me to the frosts,
Experienced me by heavy snowstorms,
Wanted to know how much my love costs.
But…I was laughing boldly.
Happiness can’t live lonely.
I warmed myself by this verity.
This February tried to cool my heart,
It wanted us to live forever apart.
But…it forgot: March will be a start.
It tried to ice-bound my ...
Tuesday 14th February 2012 7:01 pm
Smile!
The anguish in your eyes?
Change the lenses!
The winter in your heart?
Fill the light! Be smart!
Someone betrayed you?
Says: Don’t love you?
Forgive that hurt!
It’s just a bullshit.
You are feeling nervous?
Drink tea with sweet honey!
You won’t buy health for money.
Your days are blue and gray?
Take the guitar and play!
Greet every new d...
Friday 3rd February 2012 1:00 pm
LOVE IS A MISTRESS OF HERSELF
Love is a mistress of herself,
She comes without asking.
She can be so cruel or like a kind elf,
She can be true or just masking.
Your fate – my sorrowful pilgrim,
With the key on the neck to walk,
To look for a fairy kingdom,
With different people to talk.
You want to know whose you are,
Where your love lives.
Do you have to walk so far...
Monday 2nd January 2012 6:49 pm
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