Если в Сангрию намешать фруктов, фанты и какого-нить алкоголя покрепче, получится клевый коктейль. И по мозгам он дает куды быстрее, чем просто Сангрия...хотя помнится как-то раз на даче...ты помнишь, Б?
Весь день пью...сейчас уже одна: выпила литр пива, а в холодильнике еще пара бризеров. А все потому, что мои свалили на дачу. И частично, потому что меня сейчас многое бесит.
Откопала здесь еще кое-что, что я писала, думая о Д. И мне самой очень понравилось...совсем не графоманство. Больше я ему ни одного письма не напишу...конец.
A pale candle threw a shadow on the wall
Revealed the bruises of the houses
And dancing on my sheet of paper
Caressed the angst inside my soul
Abysmal shine, undying glow
The only light that’s left for me
In the throes of this pitch-black tunnel
Unaware of aim and my role
The awe of what’s looming ahead
Entwined with fear of turning back
Adorned with insecurity
Of what is going on now…in my head
His shortest word, his longest glance
It all comes up with the ashen moon
That mirrors all my hidden feelings
And echoes murmurs in the night
They frighten me without him
Without knowing he’s alive
Without knowing that he needs me
The way I crave and long for him
And it is pushing out of me
Out of the silent grave I’m digging
I cannot make it stay there longer
I cannot make my heart stop bleeding
In my own tiny abattoir of feelings
Of a desperate want for radiance
His radiance…before I’ll fade
And all the strain of my anxiety
My old grey cloak that ceased to warm
And weights a burden on my soul
Forlorn, forsaken and still hoping
The ache is accompanied by hope
Tears run down like this melting wax
My hopeless cry into the blankness
On edge of a chasm between me and him
Beseeching, needing, hoping…hoping
And murmurs of the night grow loud
So I can’t hear my own heartpulse
The tears dripping on the dying candle
The only light I had went out
Now I’m surrounded by the darkness
Transparent margins of my aviary
Yet bleak and haunting glare at me
So that I lose the sense of reality
I reach out in the dark, lured by a familiar voice
Amid those murmurs never-ending
But my hand falls into the void
There can’t be someone who’s forever gone.
Written in the night, next to a burning candle, Satura playing, thinking about D…I hope that for the last time. In the end it doesn’t make much sense. And I guess I knew it would be this way… that’s why I never wanted it to even start
Весь день пью...сейчас уже одна: выпила литр пива, а в холодильнике еще пара бризеров. А все потому, что мои свалили на дачу. И частично, потому что меня сейчас многое бесит.
Откопала здесь еще кое-что, что я писала, думая о Д. И мне самой очень понравилось...совсем не графоманство. Больше я ему ни одного письма не напишу...конец.
A pale candle threw a shadow on the wall
Revealed the bruises of the houses
And dancing on my sheet of paper
Caressed the angst inside my soul
Abysmal shine, undying glow
The only light that’s left for me
In the throes of this pitch-black tunnel
Unaware of aim and my role
The awe of what’s looming ahead
Entwined with fear of turning back
Adorned with insecurity
Of what is going on now…in my head
His shortest word, his longest glance
It all comes up with the ashen moon
That mirrors all my hidden feelings
And echoes murmurs in the night
They frighten me without him
Without knowing he’s alive
Without knowing that he needs me
The way I crave and long for him
And it is pushing out of me
Out of the silent grave I’m digging
I cannot make it stay there longer
I cannot make my heart stop bleeding
In my own tiny abattoir of feelings
Of a desperate want for radiance
His radiance…before I’ll fade
And all the strain of my anxiety
My old grey cloak that ceased to warm
And weights a burden on my soul
Forlorn, forsaken and still hoping
The ache is accompanied by hope
Tears run down like this melting wax
My hopeless cry into the blankness
On edge of a chasm between me and him
Beseeching, needing, hoping…hoping
And murmurs of the night grow loud
So I can’t hear my own heartpulse
The tears dripping on the dying candle
The only light I had went out
Now I’m surrounded by the darkness
Transparent margins of my aviary
Yet bleak and haunting glare at me
So that I lose the sense of reality
I reach out in the dark, lured by a familiar voice
Amid those murmurs never-ending
But my hand falls into the void
There can’t be someone who’s forever gone.
Written in the night, next to a burning candle, Satura playing, thinking about D…I hope that for the last time. In the end it doesn’t make much sense. And I guess I knew it would be this way… that’s why I never wanted it to even start
По-моему, он хороший человек. И для меня он брат, чудаковатый и замкнутый. Даже если он не считает меня своей сестрой.
