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Александр Глухов A bunch of short verses
I am Alexander Glukhov. My nom de plume is Leonardo.… Thee shot an arrow into the broken heart To who you’ll send my amatory message Thy carnal essence languishes in drought Thine entity is yearning thoroughly for love … A host of lusty spirits swept into your ache They will never return but it is only the play Through victorious odour, scent his leas And e’en more interesting speaking with… … Thoughtless by nature, will I wanna to be Like a wildest savage with vigor and vim Sweet lust is so sweetest on attic on high Good morrow came…shall I do it with sorrow … To plough on through spanking clouds One heart’s love seldom needs your void Amongst thy beauty foliage expansion I am quite weak but I’m so that is that … Dead not twitter – bird – I’ve seen on path ‘tis only ebony – goeth overwhelmingly into Thru darkness we will fly into the blue He who – you, my lone, my secret benefactor …
Alexander Glukhov. Leonardo Medichi (self-portrait). 2019.
… In doubt… – whether I shall…wait By love, by night, by sea we’ll steer ship And waived immunity in order fall in art There is an affair d’amour – a vale of woe … Not one…amongst the host of dreamers Such poignant scent is kissing hand to me And overwhelming happiness and glee Thine breeze yet whispering inside of me … Against the wanton principles of soul A lot of times we wanna be obey And thinking deeply through the gale And speaking silently all day… … Let nature be your man against your wish Upon my heart – I see the only flower on Earth Such deep attachment – I am living yet At once do touch your destiny with me … My humble hut – without Thee Be bold as brass and devil lurks behind In cloudland we will be dream apart A native club of cock-and-hen-on mind …
… I’ll throw myself on knees before Your essence However…time was fled away to bliss And stay away in arms of Morpheus forever For often in the rain I miss you so much … Among the living-wild-wicked beasts I’ve had a dream of many sweetest lovers Put on red cap – with only nature’s garb Yet I am free – don’t care human hubris … We’ve never to be cuddled up together The fittest creatures only live I shall see blue light – through the distance Sometimes we kiss, we love, we – thieves … All nights as such as this he sleeps There are much poppies often grow Thee so young – you are the best We wanna cuddle up together – lone… … In vain cursed-gypsy woman came Through tangled art her spells away My truthful friends are breeze and blue But they forbid them go through …
These ancient deeds completely stuck in you Yet vicious mind – such beauty with affection The swollen buds in every spring Thine brilliant sun in lust vertigo… … The past away – into the nothingness directly We’ll go for a stroll at dawn Yet breeze is gone away forever As if the snowdrops in children’s dream … Excessively handsome and so much beauty And I hide tears from the light You’ve been forgotten in the days of yore Me gimcrack sepulture forsaken … To Prague with you I’ll walk on foot Left all – we shall be lucky beggars To feed each other every meal Look at the stars together…pleasure … I don’t speak French inside night dream Thru depth of darkness in the land of Nod Blue roses live – without any thorn A host of shamrocks only at my feet …
One of the handwritten pages of this collection of verses. The initial version. …
Not see me at all through vertigo dancing Thy thoughts are floating thru storm But both of us are naughty-frenzied gale I wander as breeze like lovely reverie … No passing when it’s raining for so long The lone path is going on and on Through wild mind – via vicious temper I doubt that you very wistful man… … As long as light in you – without way I try endure being far away from you Such miserable hope – I see you But yet I am I am with you… … Outwardly I am calm and wild and strange Pro tempore yet indwelling in our lives I wanna save the vital spark myself At once they see ignes fatui dancing … None so cute as you amongst ashes To whom…thou blowest smoke rings From now on I always thank so muchly But deadly time bid both of us – adieu …
Meanwhile I am stately strolling into… Lethargy of thought – so many simple joys I shall be striding over trees and fields And always get inhale and exhale much … Onward into the dream to land of Nod And every night I want to walk abroad Beneath the never-ending blue He has been hibernating on with you … By pristine law Thee heart – in Art Cold kiss is colder than the icy air In arms of Morpheus we’ll sleep again My thoughts still wanton in the gale … Yet must I fathom out…thee for myself Insomuch that the sooth inside of me And keep the deepest thoughts within And glad – that I’m bewitched by you … I stately way – he goes far away… But silver water flows in the broken veins I hear lone breeze…still blowing And stunning vaulted blue – above… …
Thy longest light grew less and less Through only solitary bliss with you By tryly luck which had been hidden But I am fathom deep in love till death … Next time we shall be playing for a love We shall be flying over sea so high His ship was seen arriving to my sleep We shall be standing in the nature’s garb … Nay, I still live and lovely dancing And badly hear – music conversation She always sees the ship approaching The empty path amongst the icy trees … Let’s speak of something very lovely On the lone beach – between two days Your moon and sun I see no more And both of us are fleetly itching for a love … Aye…I wander into dream in hermitage One tiny kiss can make you strange Yet stranger than the rest in rainy breeze Too yeasty waves are drifting into heart …
A. Glukhov. The last Fayum portrait. 2016. …
I’ll talk to you with cap of tea apart – so far The vastness blue above I lie on beauty And stars are looking straight at thee Through azure ether – there are no pains … A lot of lights are flickering into the blue Inside the pure morning air – only bliss And magic beatitude I feel in lone breeze Through azure sky we’ll sleeping sweetly … How world goes through the rolling clouds Qui vive?…I wanna see a blue within a dark Thru freshness of a green alone – Sun Why dew of youth is lurking in the blood … Over and over again a hope I have seen That drifts along on sparkling Milky Way There will be neither passion nor a glee The only truth is blue above…and Thee … When asked, I answered nay in vain But…smouldering embers shall be a flame Either quick do it at once or – draw away A host of many bitterly wept in of yore …
For luck he’ll take it – for better or for worse Why rude awakening inside your heart I won’t depart this luscious life again Into the latent-heathen shelter I’ll run … In very deed we ride hell for leather But they usually say – flesh for the morrow In order to get into mess by midnight In troth but she falls in and out of love … My idol is the skin…and bones So mote it be in frenzied deeds Put heart in motion for passion Do dash it hard to smithereens … As if in graveyard dwelling throes Yet no waking reveries and wailing dreams Yet very lamentable music in my mind Up to the sky into the freshness of the breath … Breathe in – the brave – into the dream Sweet Judas kiss – gives much kicks He bothers completely the life out of me But once again – be one – and only… …
An ancient silhouette I see within the trees At hand your soul howling of many wolves I’m going to the past in order see the beauty We’ve broken creatures – crying with the pain … Do twisting vertigo dance in the gale Have taught many waves thru the Art Through ragging and blistering sea I shall implore Thee with tears in vain … In flesh and blood – a flight of fancy Yet wolfish glance – lupine in heart A horde of wolves fix eyes on back Look skyward up into sapphirine azure … Neither pleasure nor love in cold fervour Do don’t take the sweetest dream away His heart was withdrawn from sweet gale The only lovely passion slept in labyrinth … Who crowned thee with rue tonight I feel heartsore continuing in Russia Be full of glee with flowers and trees Yet I forsook who put a hex on me… …
She’s not a connoisseur of ancient art Against your will the clouds roll above Through pristine dream into the grey of you There’re no thoughts when look in blue … Black gale storm – too many wicked lads A host of flowers are dancing, do not stop To live means struggle hard with shadows Of love within much passionate affection … Wherever I’m roving amidst the beauty stars Enthralled by nature – why cold in you so far For what we had trodden a path into pain We weep out heart with stone in vain … My hopes are away into the wild dream The green and blue all over are truth They whisper silent through my pain I hike around lake with emptiness … The stunning silence was heard crossing Amongst the emptiness is only pang Who walking inwardly inside beauty Who never ever tasted those milky path …
A. Glukhov. Self-portrait. 2018. Collection of Blagodatov in St. Petersburg. …
Whet only one desire to investigate a dream Upon my heart there is no scintilla of truth Into the black sky spangled with blue stars May morning dew is no colder than you are … Self is never ploughed forth alone outdid All others through infighting in his dream Yet pensive reveries stay in the throes Tormenting sight still goes on thru sleep … The rainbow lights – switch on for you Yet being kissed you stampeded into… The stealthy haven within your lovely truth But better die sweetly sleeping to doss out … Danced on the edge of Milky Way for Thee I am breathing deeply in and out at full glee And looked upon the bubbling greyness Away to place where I shall paint again … There are not true friends on the Earth And go into deepest vastness sky I stare inward blue into the dark of you In stunning still I will lie under blue… …
Am I a temporary dreamer in my life? Thine beauty is inward perfection Into the glee – I sweetly slept Inside the thunder storm I shall be free … Count a hundred then plunge into dream Heart is no beating there is no life With time all my hopes are going away You are so beautiful but I am delay… … Every beat of the heart echoes in pang Who whispering a love into the ear To say goodbye to spell adieu forever These lives are full of sore affection … You’d understand these pensive eyes By whom is got forgotten pleasure Am I the only just continuing in leisure And dance vertigo – thee and me … On the qui vive to see his over…sleep Heart-to-heart talking thru a slumber There is just one broken quill left And fell into the reverie into an abysm …
Nothing has been done to halt the time In days of yore when we departed And had been roving in every dream apart I’ll get a rueful smile in the night … Nature wails over dead thru wind Am I in beauty wading through the frost But let us go into morning love For who the bells are no tolling at the dusk … Who steals a glance at you tonight I do not speak much French alack Such beauty black inflamed sore heart A broken fiddle talks no more … Attached by past…and long for music All vanished out of the sight – all fled away And deep affection withered with Him There is a life still glimmering in forest … A breeze stopped blowing in the gale Along the pathless space I dream Yet longing through one silent song Give me your garment – we are free …
What is the bliss of pleasure up so high There’re no paths along the lovely track Made in of ancient-stunning passion But toxic blood issues from veins … Oh, mighty Venice, there are no life in you All gone away into the nothingness of yore We are departed – living lone lives I shall not know you – you will not know me … Cold glance of yours is colder than cold ice A pack of beard gods in front of ye Amongst sweet smoke – lewd music The longest kiss – the wild rampage … Such a disaster flash…we will be loved Ahead of time he marches in affection Your hope disappears in the slumber Through longest sleep without kiss … Your beauty coming to the air depicted Many mottoes on rakish heart Who’s screaming silently with heartache And ran exhausted quietude in dream …
Return my lust which fled away so far Eternal passion goes to the throes I’m dancing like an ardent geek The leaden clouds under blanket … Waft me to Thee – the breath of freshness I feel the air coming through the heath All spinning, rolling go up with breeze And howling gale want to dancing only … The only path of many – rainbow and love The lives are precious – azure-blue in skies A wind my friend is blowing with love And solemnly on knees I’ll take your star … ‘twas honey pleasure – trees are friends Within the latent gray in early morning With whom you whisper in the storm Forsaken past with frozen air… … Such sweetest touch, such simple deeds There was neither passion nor affection But you are none – and acute in intra vitam I’m running through the sepulcher when sleep …
A. Glukhov. The tree. 1990. The Blagodatov collection in St. Petersburg. … Too scrawny beasts have frozen hearts A vale of woe in your eyes I’ve seen With vim and vigour I shall run to you There are much trees and no you… … Along the street a secret path to Thee I’ll gaze at vapor – quiet silhouette afar The strangers talk and one night kiss Due silver knight I’ve got much bliss … Whither are you drifting lightly Light The stunning silence hiding in the night We fled so fast away like a whiff Till death I shall be keeping snow bliss … Again you’ll see beloved object sleeping Hard squeeze and lightest, longest tig It will be cute and waiting one light kiss We’ll be exhausted…lying on the beach … Come to that place a pack of wild wolves They want to do so many furious attacks And we are dying from disastrous fatigue They’ll give us free and cozy beds …
Be live…and do the best your own way And there is neither sense of joy or blue Perfection I have seen no more The trees are pensive in the breeze … At royal ball we’ll dance together lonely Could I control the weather light Once in a while when we’ll get a glee What is the depth of falling into blue … Only the breeze is kissed approaching The humble solitude in lone heart He’ll open the sepulture again And I have got long hike alack a day … Hard heart was falling in two parts And covered with pensive blue in hot But why a silver hidden inside black The boiling point I’ll go paint … Whoever we are but departed forever Hurricane coming, I shall go with you But heart beating lonely – you are afar Of what are you thinking alone? …
So juicy grass behind my scrawny back Amongst the clouds many stars I’ve seen Two lads speak to each other lovely She feels affection dying in the breeze… … Two nights I stare thru in black alone Without you I speak with pensive blue I summoned up the strength of gods Above the clouds are my Lord … Grey clouds are departed crying lonely Do cudgel bubbling clouds every week Your spirit disappears too much quickly He kneels on pulpy grass with Thee … Do breathe I’ll catch thine whiff again Sweet milky breeze I see your heart I saw your boat approaching to light-hut I gazed into your eyes, such salty sweet … Not knowing when I come to you To kiss each other on royal couch May I doss out at your feet today I am longing for forgotten meeting …
What brutal device is waiting for your lust Forsaken memories are dwelling there But martial nature struggles in his heart Our wealth was hidden in the past… … There is no man amongst the silent trees To whom you whisper in the forest Come to get twisting palm to palm again Do stare at the pendulum of morning … As it was getting light I’ll hide in darkness I can’t approach to your hermitage Into the sweetest sleep I know With azure-white I disappear in a day … Past pang is cold but colder than the ache Into the many torrid hearts in days of yore To fell in slumber through affection glee But I am loved in tiny lights of Thee … Halt time I couldn’t stop that moment yet Wrung heart that given up without shot By quiet darkness shall I find amongst The hordes of ghosts and your soul at last …
A. Glukhov. Self-portrait. 2019. …
Thine breath shall come to my breathe in There is a whiff inside my stormy gale And vernal breeze is pushing hard my back A punch a host of stars – my anvil smith … I saw a realm inside your sentimental mind And long black dog was sweetly slept apart Sore heart such vulnerable – stopping beat However time is up and don’t repeat again … Don’t wait your fate but go forth alone And bitter tears choke you again Too much beloved heart was broken I see blue sky inside your eyes … Do touch your youth in many nights Across a silver stream we’d waded into The endless vast expanse – you are so blue Do I still tilt at windmills – miss you so much … A host of tiny lights are whispering apart The hearts are crying…speeches broken His doggie had been sitting nearby Such lone lachrymation in my heart …
Are you a handsome lad or pretty lady now Why early dream impatiently wants come Shy glance…I’d cast into your pang A pack of shaggy monkeys stare everywhere … The azure diamonds – handing on the sky Blue sphere trembling in forgotten space Of yore is waiting you with zeal And wistful dandelions never meet again … The shaggy fields are stretching everywhere A sweaty smell attracts like ardent spring In distance scrawny silhouette appeared But passage of the green away afar … Of what are we thinking in silent of night As you I’m seeking the star thru the light Why broken creatures still live on the Earth But sooner or later the aching will gone … Into the blue I have seen lone hearts Thru the whiff of lazy breeze…I see you That’s why I can hardly stand it the pain And thou breath…the lives full of pang …
Did he go down to the angel’s tomb? Yet freshness covered mossy stones Thru early morning brume I am walking And lichen struggles with the shaggy grass … A heart to heart in vernal flatus dancing Let’s chop the strawberry with milky way Who stood amongst the stunning fences Which wrought by wicked spirit for a pain … Am I a noble knight of brush, but often I use the words instead of rainbow paints And every night I twitch that double moon Two battlers wanna smash and smoking … When sunny day shall come for you at last You’ll do more better – my desire – dance With autumn wind – such awkward minuet And sudden craving for nocturnal smoke … What heart hath lost on barren path that Fading fast in front of vastness lowland No more I wander off the course In sweetie sweetness of my hollow …
Beware soldier – I am amongst the stars Adieu the azure-blue, I will return at night A lot of hearts are full of scarlet blood Let dream – convert to pleasure into lust … Dim smile always dwell among the trees I’ll send you message through the breeze Affection often left much-many scars Come hither savages – I am afar… … Why summer music fled away to Thee And bitter taste of autumn will not pleasure But missis winter comes without plea In springtime sadness stares at my mopes … Alack, there is no end of time had passed Much never ending latitude of thoughts French laissez-faire, freedom, ‘tis a nous Let’s fight for liberty my torrid libertines … Upheaval or recession boiled in the black I’ve found youngest silhouette in glee The hand takes hand and says… Without any words – goodbye immortal lot …
How far are you going to stride to the dream Perfection yet dwelling in azure above Alack a day but duty goes first For better deeds there is no vertigo kiss … Do I lie lonely on morning-dewy grass? He won’t make affection with your nature Strange queue of pretty clouds look at you They dances leisurely and feast without you … For Thee I’ll hum so many sappy songs And all day long I am lying under blue But much more time without pleasure ‘tis nosey ladybird is staring at me… … In rain I’m waiting for the fervent flame Got any baccy…air tainted with odd smoke A queue of queer little thoughts can’t stop Till morning chimney has been drawing … Four brutal blacksmiths spanking steel There will be pleasant summer leisure Across through azure abyss I shall fly But salty sweat is in the air pleasure …
A. Glukhov. Drapery. 1990. The Blagodatov collection in St. Petersburg. …
Dark thunder storm of wicked rain Half-broken heart beating but fatigue Cold drizzle falling all day long Much salty favor on the beach… … Dim light I see on firmament above Our hearts struggle very hard The drollest dreams are melting fast A blanket of the morning grass … Ye thou hairy twigs there are so much I fell on knees before the greatest trees At last I touch the double moon This night that never come again … Short light I’m seeing and gale burst All died but left that vertigo past We shall not touch and won’t look upon I lie – above the beauty dawn… … A pair of drunken summer storms Do craving for much yummy breath Too many dents after the heavy blow So many thoughts she went away …
Ignes fatui sing their melancholy song The spunky lad is lying under tired sod The earth ate heart but ashes still alive To you thru sunny beam I run… … Two wiry arms as strong as wild winds His gale has been spanking dream Through twisting dance I am with you The ancient stamina and you and I … Your torrid eyes I see through the time An ardent knight is living in my heart In May I’d met the idle lazy tree With brutal vigor I am free… … Dense forest calling me to Thee Amongst the trees are pure rivers I gaze and gaze inside the Dark And no winds from now on at last … I rubbed and rubbed the juicy grass Be good to me in silent morning Such mortal drugs in human veins But human words hurt more than swords …
Much-many ladybirds were flying over head I’d looked upon that summer field of past On fingers had been sitting twelve at once It was a memory but slowly still lasts… … Upon my tomb yet snowflakes are falling Last winter song in distance I’ve heard I’ve no seen bright colors in blue light A pensive truth for wintertime indeed … But by the welkin, nature keeps the sooth Again affection-passion in my dreams A light through light in solitary gleam I gotta drinking freshness of the air … Thine paints are playing with each other Much snow-flakes still whirling over heads In pool they drown very promptly And stars on water see His pain… … There is a heart in golden cage and chains Resplendence hid your raving beauty Sore pang lacerated wild youth again In pristine waters live your lone pain …
On cloud I’ve been sitting drinking tea Beside the sea much sparkles disappear Do wanna ride with me through space? That’s why blue sky still living here… … The dewy grass are talking with my feet With passion I will run through morning Why have no more the feeling in thy lore With tea on moon I wanna to be sitting … To whom to who I sang these songs A lot of beauty – trees along To left to right – forbidden chance She smiles toughly – Love above … As wild wind she’s sauntering with me The sunset comes along the stormy sea Two figures sitting on the beach apart A cruel king will capture ardent hearts … The stormy nature called on Him I am with Him – nocturnal party No doubt – pain still dwell with me Lethargic trees – there are no tears …
A. Glukhov. Winter landscape. 1990. Kolobova's collection in St. Petersburg. …
Beyond the woods I won’t see His castle Such picturesque attire thru the trees Before the dream I’ll touch His hand In sea of sins I’ll set my journey off … With vim and vigor wild nature danced Few silent speeches but without words Black fields behind us – I am gone Step forward it is our way… … What is the virtue in the sky? A light lit slightly…sun sets lento Amongst the nature – beauty hue Ignes fatui shining – not in you… … His thoughts are scudding through the air Right in the heart there is a nook for Art Across the air bridge lies empty barren And heathen love dwells in the vault … I’d seen an ancient statue in my dream Who are required me all nights? And sees much tokens of death? I had a saunter till the morning breeze …
But whither is fled the ardency of love Her whiff of lust surmounts verdant wind A horde of horses neighing not so far Shall we abscond from sultry prison? … Not far from home I shall wander Forlorn stars will say goodbye A lot of lovers meet in parting day I wish to ride amongst the stars … Let’s think in lonely with pain Yet lie among the morning grass Your forest – frozen in white On Monday morning soar above … Much time star’s searching for a friend A hint of smile lives in dreaming There are no more but two of them To be so close to the azure heavens … Cerulean sky and cobalt blue in eyes The lights may meet sometimes someday You may be changed but not again A host of rolling clouds over there …
Yet light resplendence in the dance Who hid blue sounds in the buds You’d sought mysterious instinct As felon vagabonds we love again … Unfledged the youngest nom-de-plume You like a feather floats in the sky And wafting through the open air We never love each other on the stage … For heaven’s sake I overcome temptation I shall be playing with the naughty Time Thine slightest touch I never take it I’ll catch it only in my dream… … I wanna be befriend and shadow of you I feel the impulse of your heart again And every day I talk with silent trees I’d come to Thee but little rather late … Dull fields in winter whisper All twigs are frozen today I heard dim sounds only The snowflakes are glistering in vain …
A. Glukhov. Self-portrait with horns. 2019. Kolobova collection in St. Petersburg. …
A silver thread was sewn by azure light I won’t tell the truth next morning At dawn we start to dance again And listening to the howl music… … Yet I am standing lonely on field These days are nothingness for me So many visionary precious…gone Am I Thine lone stranger now? … In slumber-land to Thee I blow breeze So many birds keep flying lordly In deepest forests they lit hearts As madman we shall dance and dance … One bird had brought to me a Message The hugest vastness in Thine Dream Who stands on cemetery yard? Too late I came to thatched hut… … We won’t stride together in this world Thee cannot send a miserable message Beneath the tree I’m listening your heart I stroke grass with silent meditation …
In snow-land I live…I dream, I love All nights he drifting… Through the empty darkness… There’re no thoughts in natural disaster … All clad in blue and clouds slept above Through slumber-land he flies so high Oh, yes I know when I run to Thee… Through simple beauties I’ll find you … Gimmy your hand from Heavens dear Lord I gotta fly…I wanna breathe… Under the Sun arrange the royal feast As simple lad I am going to Thee… … How do you do, green blades of the grass Wake up the sleeping birds and spirits Who wants to slash my heart to pieces? And dancing under raining waterfalls … Much much more eating, dancing, drinking And lovely music sounds all day long Oh, ye, put modern garment on the legs Allow me to dance with you midnight …
The Lords blew breezes through the lives But I am lying on the morning grass No regrets – you lying next to me We are immortal due to ardent hearts … Left Venice in midnight at twelve No breath, no beating in my heart Awaken day – my dear human beings His pagan path will never ever trot … Much air – misty dreams and breeze And smoke clouds in the sleep I won’t saint for you tonight again Disheveled hair have been growing up … Deep silence lying on the bed Your flowers withering very lento Why hope faded in my fate I’ll fly over His shelter … The pure air – he is a wind Lit light in hearts – but why So many – pensive thoughts I lie among – the blades of grass …
A. Glukhov. Vase of time. 1989. … There are much shadows in hearts Oppressive thunder – deeply feeling And hidden depths of ardent love From whence I’ll fly over His shelter … Oh, mighty nature full of vim and vigor I’ll fend off thirsty for a time He sought himself in past thru pictures And fell in love with only starry night … Although he’d heard His voice at night The beauty begging you…delay! Forgotten hermitage in slumber dreaming They used to sing His heathen song again … I’ve lost my heart along the Milky Way Who’s hiding in the reed bed…why? Egyptian spell was spoken by hermit He dies at once but love still live in nights … He is a breeze amongst the clouds Such beauty blue I have not seen You very thoughtful in the devil’s dream A pair of pensive eyes you’ll see… …
Beside the little pond he’s sleeping Oh,…protecting fairytale slumber Till last gasp – his dream still lasting Through wild breezes – the Light … After rain the clouds walk away Some hopes live – some dies indeed There’re no whiff of ether anymore The crimson lights of firmament…no more … Two arrows are thrusting into sky A frozen tree dies standing lento And never play the forest music He won’t win the toss and fly away … In contemplation he has lost a part of heart My pretty beard was the best or smart And will become a soul of ancient statue And slumbering in deepest dream tonight … He’ll be enthroned in His realm Primeval forest waiting Him tonight Bizarre design He’ll weave all night And no need to go with the crowds …
The heathens ventured into my heart Are you inhabitant who’s dwelling here? And has been bristling with the trees The truth still soothing only simple lads … Thine truth still dwelling over fields Her heart breaks into smithereens That’s why His Art inside my mind The deepest abyss takes His Light … Past never come again They went away forever Sore heart still aches And much-much pang of pain … Such freshness passed Thru morning pure light Whose heart had beaten? Inside the ardent heart … In dreams I’m lying on the morning grass I’ll wet with dew and resting at your feet And makes incursions on His wild Heart Thee will remit my aching pain and sins …
A. Glukhov. A. Portrait. 2019. Kolobova's collection in St. Petersburg. …
Light darkness making friends sometimes Beside the mountain I’ve seen a lone path Be quiet , music will be soothing me again Too much endeavours done it but too late … Wars have been slaying many men That’s why I want to be with you And waiting happiness in desert I’ll go from border to border in vain … Have I turned to ancient statue? Let me take last breath! Woe to my heart – woe to me Much strange and dark dread … One Prince is ploughing over the sea Wrung heart was filled with sorrow Winds…winds dancing trough the breeze There will be howling gale into dream … Sometimes I wanna rest in coffin In light I haven’t seen the light Much time I am lying on the bed Under the blanket dwelling paradise …
Truth deeply hidden in the heart Today starts torture early A lot of clouds – firmament above The beauty stream I’ll see in mirror … There ain’t no more much energy in spring Don’t mind I lie beneath the tree Who lit me up the way with candle? Save me against from evil eyes! … We shall be unfurling all banners today The sword is unsheathed in the hand What’s lurking in desperate mind? Their hearts are always clad in black… … Take heed the time when nature sleeping They’ll have an hour’s doss the blue above Don’t light the torches over night Come toward me while I’m sleeping … They say that raven is a sign of death I’ll freeze in snow – dream and slumber An ancient passion in the days of yore Let it be bygones in my dreaming …
There is a film of dust of yore I felt a little dizzy over there Some things enticing anywhere A steep way down to the heart … The knight bestowed me His heart He won’t aspire to the ancient throne And wanna thaw in Venice for tonight Don’t fade from memory forever … Run round the lives again and again But sudden sometimes glimpse… I shall not overcome and pass away We’ll fly through limbo to sweetest kiss … His mighty heart…stop beating – flight To whom I go via tangled light Let’s pass thru air in the sky But paunchy belly wanna eat… … The summer breeze ignites your hazel eyes Yet youth attracts hard gale in the heart He puts the torture over and over again And wandering…amongst in vain… …
A. Glukhov. Interior detail. 1990. Kolobova collection in St. Petersburg. … Will I refresh myself in juicy foliage? And am I standing on the dewy grass? The light of sunny beams are disappeared Such sweetest slumber in the dream … Two birches dancing on the hill Speak with each other – silence – peace A whisper talking with the trees But grass – vertigo in breeze… … Why I see beauty in the sky? You’ll find her tears in her heart Above the clouds – hermitage A frozen star – in breeze… … Inside your hazel eyes I saw desire You was beside the wall – we long apart In cobalt-blue all thoughts away We lacked the vigor in the chains … Away away but I am drunk by Thee Beloved breeze I love you so much We’ll both see a golden-rose in glee I’m a scrawny shepherd lying with ye …
Photo from 1980. …
You are my friend but I’m no friend for you You are a knight with lonely pensive eyes A bit you’ve lost your path – I am too late You’ll live with light when I’ll die with pain
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