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- Do you know you're lucky?

- Uh, yeah. Why?

- Nothing, it's just that your job is to listen to others. Which naturally presupposes doing nothing

Something so bright, it's embarrassing even to talk about

Because I don't want to spoil the wind's currents with unnecessary things

I couldn't master the blue paint, it poured out of summer

And still the drop collects the shards

To colorfully describe the pain with different words

And on the pillow in red, spitting in the corner behind the sofa

To leave everything for last, along with the runny nose

A storm in a teacup, I hate the unspoken

And I myself don't like to speak when someone shouts

Unnecessary paints on the palette in memory without grief

To find my ego, to observe the eternal in a new way

To be silent

And quietly, incessantly, to myself, to whine, to niggle

With blood, fever, and to find entrails under the blanket

Isn't this what Papus and Lermina Agrippa dreamed of? I'm in my place, but I'm not sitting on the seat, even though my knees

Bent down and there's no truth at all, I'll disappear down the steps

Like going to hard labor, on the road

A storm of emotions under signs, collecting ideas with trash

Finding myself in every puddle in the morning, and in the fog

Seeing the outlines of the most important

The weather is below freezing

And I just want to see my favorite mirage

And let the understatement of some of my statements

Not sparkle with different streams of light

I feel the cold scent of evening in the air

And late, sick, I find my feet

Walking along paths, unable to find the way home