You are the pattern in the weaving of my existence. You are the secret code that unlocks all that is mine. You are the manner in which I dance, flying from cloud to cloud…You are the answer to all my questions, always unexpected, which raises me from one world to another.You are my sailing boat on the ocean of infinite tranquility and bliss. My most beautiful ark. Your soul has no limits, and it is in my eyes that You are endless…
And thus when I am not asking You anything then, in fact, I am asking You; And when I do not see You – I do indeed see you. And when You are silent You are speaking inside of me; and when you are asleep you are awake inside of me.....



Wednesday, 25 January 2017

Where is the Moscow, kingdom of my dreams....

The land of Moscow, the land that is my "native",
Where in the dawn of my best years,
I spared the hours of carelessness,
My heart was beating with a pleasure.
I was in love with you and sang my passion's song
Why dreams  didn't prolong my happiness forever?

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