Meeting Benches World art in all forms
TAKE ME ALONG EMPTY BOULEVARDS
Take me along empty boulevards, tell me about some nonsense, vaguely pronounce a name. The street lights mourn the summer. Two lampposts mourn the summer. Rowan bushes. A wet bench. My love, stay with me until dawn, then leave me. Remained like a shadow blurred, I will roam here a while ‘, will remember everything, the blinding light, the infernal darkness, I myself disappear in five minutes.
(Boris Ryžhy)
