I learned to wait with a glass of wine
what has passed
and it - without even happening.
To remember without breathing I learned,
to be a fire in the fireplace
and let no one warm. I want myself
in the cold of this cup to drown,
where some of you are still swimming,
in which you have left your blood,
where I am close and needed.
But this dark fluid does not succeed
to stop the quake from the steps of the devil,
explosions - your foolishness
and mine that I have given you
in the flesh of the words.
And instead of being more drunk, I become sober
from the glitter of chaos, from the truth:
You are not, you will not disappear
and there is no way for another to sink,
except to drink the memory of the abyss.
Goodbye and Kisses ...