sky
I stare inward blue into the dark of you
In stunning still I will lie under blue…
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Am I a temporary dreamer in my life? Thine beauty is inward perfection Into the glee – I sweetly slept Inside the thunder storm I shall be free … Count a hundred then plunge into dream Heart is no beating there is no life With time all my hopes are going away You are so beautiful but I am delay… … Every beat of the heart echoes in pang Who whispering a love into the ear To say goodbye to spell adieu forever These lives are full of sore affection … You’d understand these pensive eyes By whom is got forgotten pleasure Am I the only just continuing in leisure And dance vertigo – thee and me … On the qui vive to see his over…sleep Heart-to-heart talking thru a slumber There is just one broken quill left And fell into the reverie into an abysm …
Nothing has been done to halt the time In days of yore when we departed And had been roving in every dream apart I’ll get a rueful smile in the night … Nature wails over dead thru wind Am I in beauty wading through the frost But let us go into morning love For who the bells are no tolling at the dusk … Who steals a glance at you tonight I do not speak much French alack Such beauty black inflamed sore heart A broken fiddle talks no more … Attached by past…and long for music All vanished out of the sight – all fled away And deep affection withered with Him There is a life still glimmering in forest … A breeze stopped blowing in the gale Along the pathless space I dream Yet longing through one silent song Give me your garment – we are free …
What is the bliss of pleasure up so high There’re no paths along the lovely track Made in of ancient-stunning passion But toxic blood issues from veins … Oh, mighty Venice, there are no life in you All gone away into the nothingness of yore We are departed – living lone lives I shall not know you – you will not know me … Cold glance of yours is colder than cold ice A pack of beard gods in front of ye Amongst sweet smoke – lewd music The longest kiss – the wild rampage … Such a disaster flash…we will be loved Ahead of time he marches in affection Your hope disappears in the slumber Through longest sleep without kiss … Your beauty coming to the air depicted Many mottoes on rakish heart Who’s screaming silently with heartache And ran exhausted quietude in dream …
Return my lust which fled away so far Eternal passion goes to the throes I’m dancing like an ardent geek The leaden clouds under blanket … Waft me to Thee – the breath of freshness I feel the air coming through the heath All spinning, rolling go up with breeze And howling gale want to dancing only … The only path of many – rainbow and love The lives are precious – azure-blue in skies A wind my friend is blowing with love And solemnly on knees I’ll take your star … ‘twas honey pleasure – trees are friends Within the latent gray in early morning With whom you whisper in the storm Forsaken past with frozen air… … Such sweetest touch, such simple deeds There was neither passion nor affection But you are none – and acute in intra vitam I’m running through the sepulcher when sleep …
A. Glukhov. The tree. 1990. The Blagodatov collection in St. Petersburg. … Too scrawny beasts have frozen hearts A vale of woe in your eyes I’ve seen With vim and vigour I shall run to you There are much trees and no you… … Along the street a secret path to Thee I’ll gaze at vapor – quiet silhouette afar The strangers talk and one night kiss Due silver knight I’ve got much bliss … Whither are you drifting lightly Light The stunning silence hiding in the night We fled so fast away like a whiff Till death I shall be keeping snow bliss … Again you’ll see beloved object sleeping Hard squeeze and lightest, longest tig It will be cute and waiting one light kiss We’ll be exhausted…lying on the beach … Come to that place a pack of wild wolves They want to do so many furious attacks And we are dying from disastrous fatigue They’ll give us free and cozy beds …
Be live…and do the best your own way And there is neither sense of joy or blue Perfection I have seen no more The trees are pensive in the breeze … At royal ball we’ll dance together lonely Could I control the weather light Once in a while when we’ll get a glee What is the depth of falling into blue … Only the breeze is kissed approaching The humble solitude in lone heart He’ll open the sepulture again And I have got long hike alack a day … Hard heart was falling in two parts And covered with pensive blue in hot But why a silver hidden inside black The boiling point I’ll go paint … Whoever we are but departed forever Hurricane coming, I shall go with you But heart beating lonely – you are afar Of what are you thinking alone? …
So juicy grass behind my scrawny back Amongst the clouds many stars I’ve seen Two lads speak to each other lovely She feels affection dying in the breeze… … Two nights I stare thru in black alone Without you I speak with pensive blue I summoned up the strength of gods Above the clouds are my Lord … Grey clouds are departed crying lonely Do cudgel bubbling clouds every week Your spirit disappears too much quickly He kneels on pulpy grass with Thee … Do breathe I’ll catch thine whiff again Sweet milky breeze I see your heart I saw your boat approaching to light-hut I gazed into your eyes, such salty sweet … Not knowing when I come to you To kiss each other on royal couch May I doss out at your feet today I am longing for forgotten meeting …
What brutal device is waiting for your lust Forsaken memories are dwelling there But martial nature struggles in his heart Our wealth was hidden in the past… … There is no man amongst the silent trees To whom you whisper in the forest Come to get twisting palm to palm again Do stare at the pendulum of morning … As it was getting light I’ll hide in darkness I can’t approach to your hermitage Into the sweetest sleep I know With azure-white I disappear in a day … Past pang is cold but colder than the ache Into the many torrid hearts in days of yore To fell in slumber through affection glee But I am loved in tiny lights of Thee … Halt time I couldn’t stop that moment yet Wrung heart that given up without shot By quiet darkness shall I find amongst The hordes of ghosts and your soul at last …
A. Glukhov. Self-portrait. 2019. …
Thine breath shall come to my breathe in There is a whiff inside my stormy gale And vernal breeze is pushing hard my back A punch a host of stars – my anvil smith … I saw a realm inside your sentimental mind And long black dog was sweetly slept apart Sore heart such vulnerable – stopping beat However time is up and don’t repeat again … Don’t wait your fate but go forth alone And bitter tears choke you again Too much beloved heart was broken I see blue sky inside your eyes … Do touch your youth in many nights Across a silver stream we’d waded into The endless vast expanse – you are so blue Do I still tilt at windmills – miss you so much … A host of tiny lights are whispering apart The hearts are crying…speeches broken His doggie had been sitting nearby Such lone lachrymation in my heart …
Are you a handsome lad or pretty lady now Why early dream impatiently wants come Shy glance…I’d cast into your pang A pack of shaggy monkeys stare everywhere … The azure diamonds – handing on the sky Blue sphere trembling in forgotten space Of yore is waiting you with zeal And wistful dandelions never meet again … The shaggy fields are stretching everywhere A sweaty smell attracts like ardent spring In distance scrawny silhouette appeared But passage of the green away afar … Of what are we thinking in silent of night As you I’m seeking the star thru the light Why broken creatures still live on the Earth But sooner or later the aching will gone … Into the blue I have seen lone hearts Thru the whiff of lazy breeze…I see you That’s why I can hardly stand it the pain And thou breath…the lives full of pang …
Did he go down to the angel’s tomb? Yet freshness covered mossy stones Thru early morning brume I am walking And lichen struggles with the shaggy grass … A heart to heart in vernal flatus dancing Let’s chop the strawberry with milky way Who stood amongst the stunning fences Which wrought by wicked spirit for a pain … Am I a noble knight of brush, but often I use the words instead of rainbow paints And every night I twitch that double moon Two battlers wanna smash and smoking … When sunny day shall come for you at last You’ll do more better – my desire – dance With autumn wind – such awkward minuet And sudden craving for nocturnal smoke … What heart hath lost on barren path that Fading fast in front of vastness lowland No more I wander off the course In sweetie sweetness of my hollow …
Beware soldier – I am amongst the stars Adieu the azure-blue, I will return at night A lot of hearts are full of scarlet blood Let dream – convert to pleasure into lust … Dim smile always dwell among the trees I’ll send you message through the breeze Affection often left much-many scars Come hither savages – I am afar… … Why summer music fled away to Thee And bitter taste of autumn will not pleasure But missis winter comes without plea In springtime sadness stares at my mopes … Alack, there is no end of time had passed Much never ending latitude of thoughts French laissez-faire, freedom, ‘tis a nous Let’s fight for liberty my torrid libertines … Upheaval or recession boiled in the black I’ve found youngest silhouette in glee The hand takes hand and says… Without any words – goodbye immortal lot …
How far are you going to stride to the dream Perfection yet dwelling in azure above Alack a day but duty goes first For better deeds there is no vertigo kiss … Do I lie lonely on morning-dewy grass? He won’t make affection with your nature Strange queue of pretty clouds look at you They dances leisurely and feast without you … For Thee I’ll hum so many sappy songs And all day long I am lying under blue But much more time without pleasure ‘tis nosey ladybird is staring at me… … In rain I’m waiting for the fervent flame Got any baccy…air tainted with odd
Am I a temporary dreamer in my life? Thine beauty is inward perfection Into the glee – I sweetly slept Inside the thunder storm I shall be free … Count a hundred then plunge into dream Heart is no beating there is no life With time all my hopes are going away You are so beautiful but I am delay… … Every beat of the heart echoes in pang Who whispering a love into the ear To say goodbye to spell adieu forever These lives are full of sore affection … You’d understand these pensive eyes By whom is got forgotten pleasure Am I the only just continuing in leisure And dance vertigo – thee and me … On the qui vive to see his over…sleep Heart-to-heart talking thru a slumber There is just one broken quill left And fell into the reverie into an abysm …
Nothing has been done to halt the time In days of yore when we departed And had been roving in every dream apart I’ll get a rueful smile in the night … Nature wails over dead thru wind Am I in beauty wading through the frost But let us go into morning love For who the bells are no tolling at the dusk … Who steals a glance at you tonight I do not speak much French alack Such beauty black inflamed sore heart A broken fiddle talks no more … Attached by past…and long for music All vanished out of the sight – all fled away And deep affection withered with Him There is a life still glimmering in forest … A breeze stopped blowing in the gale Along the pathless space I dream Yet longing through one silent song Give me your garment – we are free …
What is the bliss of pleasure up so high There’re no paths along the lovely track Made in of ancient-stunning passion But toxic blood issues from veins … Oh, mighty Venice, there are no life in you All gone away into the nothingness of yore We are departed – living lone lives I shall not know you – you will not know me … Cold glance of yours is colder than cold ice A pack of beard gods in front of ye Amongst sweet smoke – lewd music The longest kiss – the wild rampage … Such a disaster flash…we will be loved Ahead of time he marches in affection Your hope disappears in the slumber Through longest sleep without kiss … Your beauty coming to the air depicted Many mottoes on rakish heart Who’s screaming silently with heartache And ran exhausted quietude in dream …
Return my lust which fled away so far Eternal passion goes to the throes I’m dancing like an ardent geek The leaden clouds under blanket … Waft me to Thee – the breath of freshness I feel the air coming through the heath All spinning, rolling go up with breeze And howling gale want to dancing only … The only path of many – rainbow and love The lives are precious – azure-blue in skies A wind my friend is blowing with love And solemnly on knees I’ll take your star … ‘twas honey pleasure – trees are friends Within the latent gray in early morning With whom you whisper in the storm Forsaken past with frozen air… … Such sweetest touch, such simple deeds There was neither passion nor affection But you are none – and acute in intra vitam I’m running through the sepulcher when sleep …
A. Glukhov. The tree. 1990. The Blagodatov collection in St. Petersburg. … Too scrawny beasts have frozen hearts A vale of woe in your eyes I’ve seen With vim and vigour I shall run to you There are much trees and no you… … Along the street a secret path to Thee I’ll gaze at vapor – quiet silhouette afar The strangers talk and one night kiss Due silver knight I’ve got much bliss … Whither are you drifting lightly Light The stunning silence hiding in the night We fled so fast away like a whiff Till death I shall be keeping snow bliss … Again you’ll see beloved object sleeping Hard squeeze and lightest, longest tig It will be cute and waiting one light kiss We’ll be exhausted…lying on the beach … Come to that place a pack of wild wolves They want to do so many furious attacks And we are dying from disastrous fatigue They’ll give us free and cozy beds …
Be live…and do the best your own way And there is neither sense of joy or blue Perfection I have seen no more The trees are pensive in the breeze … At royal ball we’ll dance together lonely Could I control the weather light Once in a while when we’ll get a glee What is the depth of falling into blue … Only the breeze is kissed approaching The humble solitude in lone heart He’ll open the sepulture again And I have got long hike alack a day … Hard heart was falling in two parts And covered with pensive blue in hot But why a silver hidden inside black The boiling point I’ll go paint … Whoever we are but departed forever Hurricane coming, I shall go with you But heart beating lonely – you are afar Of what are you thinking alone? …
So juicy grass behind my scrawny back Amongst the clouds many stars I’ve seen Two lads speak to each other lovely She feels affection dying in the breeze… … Two nights I stare thru in black alone Without you I speak with pensive blue I summoned up the strength of gods Above the clouds are my Lord … Grey clouds are departed crying lonely Do cudgel bubbling clouds every week Your spirit disappears too much quickly He kneels on pulpy grass with Thee … Do breathe I’ll catch thine whiff again Sweet milky breeze I see your heart I saw your boat approaching to light-hut I gazed into your eyes, such salty sweet … Not knowing when I come to you To kiss each other on royal couch May I doss out at your feet today I am longing for forgotten meeting …
What brutal device is waiting for your lust Forsaken memories are dwelling there But martial nature struggles in his heart Our wealth was hidden in the past… … There is no man amongst the silent trees To whom you whisper in the forest Come to get twisting palm to palm again Do stare at the pendulum of morning … As it was getting light I’ll hide in darkness I can’t approach to your hermitage Into the sweetest sleep I know With azure-white I disappear in a day … Past pang is cold but colder than the ache Into the many torrid hearts in days of yore To fell in slumber through affection glee But I am loved in tiny lights of Thee … Halt time I couldn’t stop that moment yet Wrung heart that given up without shot By quiet darkness shall I find amongst The hordes of ghosts and your soul at last …
A. Glukhov. Self-portrait. 2019. …
Thine breath shall come to my breathe in There is a whiff inside my stormy gale And vernal breeze is pushing hard my back A punch a host of stars – my anvil smith … I saw a realm inside your sentimental mind And long black dog was sweetly slept apart Sore heart such vulnerable – stopping beat However time is up and don’t repeat again … Don’t wait your fate but go forth alone And bitter tears choke you again Too much beloved heart was broken I see blue sky inside your eyes … Do touch your youth in many nights Across a silver stream we’d waded into The endless vast expanse – you are so blue Do I still tilt at windmills – miss you so much … A host of tiny lights are whispering apart The hearts are crying…speeches broken His doggie had been sitting nearby Such lone lachrymation in my heart …
Are you a handsome lad or pretty lady now Why early dream impatiently wants come Shy glance…I’d cast into your pang A pack of shaggy monkeys stare everywhere … The azure diamonds – handing on the sky Blue sphere trembling in forgotten space Of yore is waiting you with zeal And wistful dandelions never meet again … The shaggy fields are stretching everywhere A sweaty smell attracts like ardent spring In distance scrawny silhouette appeared But passage of the green away afar … Of what are we thinking in silent of night As you I’m seeking the star thru the light Why broken creatures still live on the Earth But sooner or later the aching will gone … Into the blue I have seen lone hearts Thru the whiff of lazy breeze…I see you That’s why I can hardly stand it the pain And thou breath…the lives full of pang …
Did he go down to the angel’s tomb? Yet freshness covered mossy stones Thru early morning brume I am walking And lichen struggles with the shaggy grass … A heart to heart in vernal flatus dancing Let’s chop the strawberry with milky way Who stood amongst the stunning fences Which wrought by wicked spirit for a pain … Am I a noble knight of brush, but often I use the words instead of rainbow paints And every night I twitch that double moon Two battlers wanna smash and smoking … When sunny day shall come for you at last You’ll do more better – my desire – dance With autumn wind – such awkward minuet And sudden craving for nocturnal smoke … What heart hath lost on barren path that Fading fast in front of vastness lowland No more I wander off the course In sweetie sweetness of my hollow …
Beware soldier – I am amongst the stars Adieu the azure-blue, I will return at night A lot of hearts are full of scarlet blood Let dream – convert to pleasure into lust … Dim smile always dwell among the trees I’ll send you message through the breeze Affection often left much-many scars Come hither savages – I am afar… … Why summer music fled away to Thee And bitter taste of autumn will not pleasure But missis winter comes without plea In springtime sadness stares at my mopes … Alack, there is no end of time had passed Much never ending latitude of thoughts French laissez-faire, freedom, ‘tis a nous Let’s fight for liberty my torrid libertines … Upheaval or recession boiled in the black I’ve found youngest silhouette in glee The hand takes hand and says… Without any words – goodbye immortal lot …
How far are you going to stride to the dream Perfection yet dwelling in azure above Alack a day but duty goes first For better deeds there is no vertigo kiss … Do I lie lonely on morning-dewy grass? He won’t make affection with your nature Strange queue of pretty clouds look at you They dances leisurely and feast without you … For Thee I’ll hum so many sappy songs And all day long I am lying under blue But much more time without pleasure ‘tis nosey ladybird is staring at me… … In rain I’m waiting for the fervent flame Got any baccy…air tainted with odd
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