#orozova

There was a festival of Greek music. The sun was melting musicians - Lyra had a mustache., Harper was trailing by eight strokes. The shore was littered with mermaids - Mermaids were shaking and dying.

I won't stay here long., The tile and courage is sparked - The stone will grind off the needle, And the pencil wears out. Rectangular recesses Embrace the black rascal - Knees stop on the ground And language.

Everything can be changed from the century By the will of his work, But the appointment of a person We don't always understand. Who is the locomotive and who is the road, Who urban, and who the forest

For some reason here, as a foreigner, I feel deeper. its nature - And scream inside ancient castles, And wants hand ice water.

And in words - what was a nice day today, On a marble step the dead mantis and a palm branch - Tickles the sun eye green amalgam And extinguishes a parched migraine - Ringing in my mouth, in my knee. And

In the palm hid the beetle, its head Leaned out to the very fire. I dreamed that I saved you, and deftly Folding the sheet into a knot Threw away cotton wool and medicines, Which could be, but no - Death

Everyone has a back, Behind which is visible resentment - Where the milk spilled, The river's cold. Where the hook door is closed, Hidden in a bathing suit, The apricot sits a spider He rubs his paws.

Across there - the four trees, The roof rose in a cone, The saleswoman without a tooth medium, Angry line behind the bus. There, by the sea dog red, On the bench-advertising station, And the coin didn't

You do not know, Manon, how you look from above - Like pink solid radish With the intercepted kichka Green foliage deployed Its tail to success, But not quite explaining addressless nickname. Oh, if it

Masha Vasilisa Morozova All is lost now - Blue wire goes From the pillar to the pillar, Anxiety and abuse On behalf of the The hut has ceased, Before the frenzied ardor I was cold for half an hour walking,