EVERYTHING – Everything’s looted, betrayed and traded, black death’s wing’s overhead. Everything’s eaten by hunger, unsated, so why does a light shine ahead? By day, a mysterious wood, near the town, breathes out cherry, a cherry perfume. By night, on July’s sky, deep, and transparent, new constellations are thrown. And something miraculous will come close to the darkness and ruin, something no-one, no-one, has known, though we’ve longed for it since we were children.
YOU WILL HEAR THUNDER – You will hear thunder and remember me. And think: she wanted storms. The rim of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson, and your heart, as it was then, will be on fire. That day in Moscow, it will all come true, when, for the last time, I take my leave, and hasten to the heights that I have longed for, leaving my shadow still to be with you.
TWENTY FIRST. NIGHT. MONDAY – Twenty-first. Night. Monday. Silhouette of the capitol in darkness. Some good for nothing, who knows why, made up the tale that love exists on earth. People believe it, maybe from laziness or boredom, and live accordingly: they wait eagerly for meetings, fear parting, and when they sing, they sing about love. But the secret reveals itself to some, and on them silence settles down. I found this out by accident, and now it seems I’m sick all the time.
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