I am going I am going
I am going I am going...
one step, two, three.... nine....
ground floor, first, second, third,
...
you want to con me, like waters,
straight into the fist,
until bluish purple
...
quietly and sadly
then again empty gardens
the park also emptied
...
I am taking the pale cheek out,
not for effect, I am searching for rays.
a skin swelled.
...
you are humming a melody
under the nose
whom you remember so well the past
is returning with refrain
...
thought that it was a sweet bird
chick, darling baby
therefore very much firmly
he was surprised
...
she dissolved golden rays
of long spikes of the wheat hair
and with the eye being on fire
tumbled down into his reflecting shoulders
...
the evening is lying down on my shoulders
a time of warm breaths is coming
magic of the evening under eyelids
...