Czytaj książkę: «Signals from the moon. Poet’s diary»

© Olga Makarova, 2024

ISBN 978-5-0062-4704-8

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I often imagine myself as a lone wanderer in the desert, roaming from oasis to oasis. There, I meet people, listen to their stories, possibly become part of them, replenish supplies, and set off again. While I walk alone, I think a lot. And I learn. When I reach my next destination, maybe I also have a story to tell.

“Love is an absolute thing…”

 
Love is an absolute thing.
It doesn’t need reasons, proofs, satisfaction.
The feeling of its presence is a necessary
and sufficient condition.
 

“I didn’t bring flowers to your house…”

 
I didn’t bring flowers to your house.
I’ve been leaving them on the trails you walk.
I was so happy spelling your name in petals.
 

“I would like to know what you think about…”

 
I would like to know what you think about
When you fall asleep
To follow the threads of your thoughts
Like a star map.
 

“When you close your eyes, but keep seeing…”

 
When you close your eyes, but keep seeing,
When you stop your body, but can’t stop your mind,
Who hugs you?
 

“Instead of the singing of those…”

 
Instead of the singing of those
Who love you,
I wish you to hear the whisper of the one
You love.
 

“The sun is so cruel…”

 
The sun is so cruel,
Kissing my face after yours,
Making me feel
The smell of your skin in its rays.