Shrink to a quiet point
and it is enough for everyone -
for the lady in the bucket,
for the old man with the stroller.
For the greedy - that he never sleeps,
sleeping - still coin counting coins,
and for she chose with sunken sides,
dreaming the dream of thousands of planets.
I remember a boy with a star shawl,
with eyes of a dark and lonely walnut,
Came to me. And then I understood
how good it is for someone else to talk.
Planting a tree in the garden,
with the sunset to forgive long,
to recognize autumn cricket,
which has lost its voice.
I left this Little Prince to me
an undersized fox.
And she was able to tame me.
Because I learned to love.
Goodbye and Kisses ...