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from the sea tide has started a new story, the sun and moon, the silhouettes of two mixed morning to night, and have turned what is happening in the spaceless timeless 'a deux' ... That day afternoon silhouette of the sun at the airport of Milan had hidden Rays lashes right in the arrival hall, so when I went in his lunar eclipse skvozyasche sleepy, I did not found his presence very close to yellow, after the column .. Meeting place of the sun and moon - the airport .. Naturally and astro-logically true. And if we expand further and the 'Aero-PORT', then, in my opinion, is obtained Synergy blue air (air) and sea (port - vacuum vessels). So, in the blue elements Milan match two yellow silhouette, sun and moon, the warm mixed with cold; morning faced with the night, time started, and fell into the sea, once ducked flying past the person, luggage, taxi drivers, trees and birds. There were some words with each another, the meaning is not caught, all absorbed by the notes voting, new and familiar to the heart, from dreams, or letters that I receive daily, and from which emerged meeting.
picture of a car window, hurrying to the smell of the sea,
- dashes blue thick downpour,
him pastel beautiful terracotta roofs,
of Nowhere body signs,
the third, farthest plan - an abstraction of plasticine
- purple shapes of the mountains. Evanescence
plate inside the machine,
accompanies his fingers on the steering wheel.
Two silhouette flying in the rain to the dream.
three days to touch
skin and know that only a guess is possible through the letters ..
Particular note is the letter,
are more difficult to feel in the square -
we speak and write the language - the mediator,
in a second, not to breathe.
English universe -
double distortion of love: first thoughts, letters, and then translate them.
What happens in the end?
acquires the ability to hear the exclusive value.
funny way thorny, alphanumeric remote I come to the banal thoughts,
hear that - it is important in this life.
only 170 kilometers from the rain,
and we sit and hear the noise of low tide.
hotel balcony and view of the evening in the sea.
silently when so close.
In the distance we spend pounds
words in letters every night.
I think the time has come to sound silhouette,
now silent movie of this meeting will be inside of me.
voice silhouette ...
sitting side by side on the floor in a blouse gray and blue jeans,
focused on something too much,
in total timid look in the eye,
vaguely considering cloud.
voice the man who turned out
letter silhouette in a live, flesh-colored,
of the color of the letters - the color of sunlight.
utterly serious - it's not enough,
so that describe the severity of the aspirations of the sun.
Favorite City - Stockholm, fundamental. All checks
time,
hours, without exception, always on the left.
pajamas in the trunk carries,
Player DVD, adapter,
guides, at least two instances of two different authors
for objective events,
a purse pockets are not used for money,
antiquarian bookstore in the first place in terms of visits,
yes, the plans - one more detail, vital
- immaculately detailed,
up addresses and points, marked in pencil on the map.
But the most serious of the external manifestations,
course, the look and beauty of body movement ...
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Об этом завтра.
The Silhouettes (part II)
A new story of the Sun and the Moon, of the two silhouettes which mixed the Morning and the Night and have turned what is happening between them into the spaceless eternity ‘a deux’, began from the sea outlow ... On that day, the afternoon silhouette of the Sun was hiding the rays of its eyelashes at Milan airport, somewhere on the right side of the arrival exit, so that when I went out being as usual at this time of the day in my lunar half-awaken eclipse condition, I did not notice at once its yellow presence. The Sun was standing very closely to me, behind the columns .. A meeting point of the Sun and the Moon - the airport. .. Doesn’t it sound organic and astro-logically true? And if to expand this wordplay further, ‘AIRPORT’ turns into the blue synergy of the Air (air) and the Sea (port - vacuum of ships). That is how the two yellow silhouettes, the Sun and the Moon, coincided in the blue-marine Milan’s Element. The warm blended with the cold; the morning faced the night; the time winced and sank into the sea; the passing by faces, luggage, taxi drivers, trees and birds were swept off at once. There were some words when we met, but the meaning wasn’t caught at that moment, they were absorbed by the nocturne of the voice, a new voice to me and at the same time to the heart familiar, the voice from my dreams or from the letters that I had been receiving daily. Those letters had become the turning point, the reason for this vis-à-vis rendezvous to happen.
The picture from the outside of the car that is hurrying forward to the smell of the sea:
light blue strokes of thick downpour;
beautiful pastel terracotta roofs behind the rainfall;
the bodies of road signs out of nowhere;
the third layer of the scene, which is in the most distant background,
is the abstraction made of plasticine – the lilac mountain figures.
The CD of Evanescence is playing inside the car
accompanying synchronically the fingers on the steering wheel.
The t wo silhouettes are flying through the rain-wall to the dream.
Three days to touch and to learn with skin something that is not possible to feel via letters…
It’s important to emphasize our letter language that, in our case, makes it twice difficult to feel what we are trying to describe via mails –
The Sun and the Moon speak and write on the language that is the mediator,
which is not native for both of us,
which of course we do not think with.
The Universal Bond – English.
Double distortion of love:
first is thoughts expressed in letters,
then is the translation.
What do we get as a result?
The ability to hear acquires an exceptional value.
It's funny that only by this thorny, letter-distant way
I come to the banal idea that to hear is a core of life.
170 miles of rain and we are sitting listening to the whisper of the outflow.
The hotel, the balcony and an evening eye at the sea.
We are silent when we are so close now.
Being at a distance we spend pounds of words in our every-evening letters.
think the time has come to mouth the silhouette…
From now and onwards the silent movie of our meeting will remain inside of me.
To mouth the SUNny silhouette…
the silhouette that is sitting beside me on the floor of the balcony in a gray sweatshirt, blue jeans, strongly focused on something, totally timide to look into my eyes, vaguely following the clouds. To mouth and to describe the person who has evolved out of a letter silhouette into an alive, flesh-colored; out of the color of the letters into the color of the sunlight.
An utterly serious personality – the words are weak to neatly picture the whole seriousness of the Sun:
The beloved city is fundamental Stockholm.
Tests everything with watch that wears always on the right hand without an exception.
Carries pajamas in a suitcase
together with a DVD-player, adapters, travel guides (at least two of different authors for the true objectivity), possesses a purse, pockets are not used for money, bookshops are the first in the Sun’s trip schedule, yes, schedules is the other vital detail: precise addresses and highlighted locations with pencil marks on the map...
But the most serious of the external expressions of the Sun is the look and beauty of its gestures...
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.. to be continued tomorrow ...
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