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I am walking in the forest of my own life
I feel at once and suddenly inside,
I love so much this nice and magic day
I am breathing this so wonderful and mental way

And in the sunny place of forest’s edge
Shall open wind the list of fairy page
I am satisfied with piece of tasty cake,
That just your earthly hands can only make

The trees are rustling nice about something,
I am crazy quiet about silence and unusual exciting
The lock is free... The door just opens...so slowly
In one...

Лето красно, плачэ душэ моя, w деве ми милой.
Нэбо ясно, плачэ душэ моя, w судьбе постылой.
Солнцэ злато, плачэ душэ моя, w птице въ нэбэсехъ.
Солнцэ злато, плаче душэ моя, w правдё въ словэсехъ.
Гwры белы, плаче душэ моя, w животе грешнемъ.
Горьки делы, плаче душэ моя, w бегстве поспешнемъ."

seagulls' fighting
each time boy throws
a crumble

watching spring birds
she thinks of buying
condoms

late spring morning
i'm not noticing green caterpillar
on my roses

fool moon
there must be a reason for her
to cry

summer girls
aged jogger ignors
traffic lights

his hand is shaking
as he crosses line
in old addess book

hot summer morning
from open baptist's church door
coolness and clapping

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