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старое, забытое. Посвящено девушке, которую я сейчас ненавижу.
The Red Snow.
You were absolutely Black. I mean not only clothes and make up but..Something in your Soul.
-Hold me stronger, please..I feel giddy../
Gentle red snow was falling.
You’ve got a short puffy skirt and stockings with multitudes of tears. You’re always the same, My_Ms_Cruelty, My_Vulnerable_Creature… Just hold me.
You’re singing something. I know, it’s from your favorite song of Nirvana, it was published after Kurt Cobain’s death. Red snow is covering our shoulders and roofs of burning houses. (against a background of dark sky it looks wonderful, isn’t it?) But we can’t bring back Kurt and many other unique people.. And we’re here- in our strange lost little World..
On the red snow are scattered scraps of somebody’s wishes, dreams, wonders..Somebody has lost them here or purposely forgotten. To make everybody look at them, hold in the hands..
Things like that are never die.
It’s the World of your subconsciousness, isn’t it? You have a brilliant imagination. Can you write a Fairytale for me?
The sense of you Life was always “searching for a Fairytale”. Beautiful and mad a little.. I can become everything I want here. Now, I can be very weak, but I’m really stronger that you think. What is It? The edge of the World, unspoken words, yellow lights of headlamp, which reflected in our eyes..?
The small brightly- violet star is falling on the Red Snow. Will you make a wish? I’m sorry that I can’t guess your thoughts. But very rarely I can catch Something.
We’re coming to the Finnish Gulf. Very slowly. I can’t feet nothing but freezing wind. Just like in That World. Let’s come to thaa-aat dark line, where the Moon appears. Prickly air is tearing up like cheep rum. Ahhha! You’re thinking about it, too!!
The bright spot is illuminating the Darkness. You’re smoking a menthol cigarette and taking a lighter to my face. I’m lighting my cigarette, too. Though all of this isn’t suitable for our Faint World. This life is always contradictions.. Let it be so..
You are holding my hang stronger and stronger. Looking right into my eyes.
-Can You Die For Me?
The lightning is sweeping past in my mind. The whirlpool of sparks. The falling into the grey Infinity.
Just Silence. Everywhere.
But may be The Red Sun was guilty of everything. And the snow was very usual. White.
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