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It's time to change greens for henna
along with time, calm down simplicity.
What happens if I open you
inviting timidly "Come on in, don't stand.
There is much more air. The air is clean
like an autumn morning. The fog just came down.
Don't you like morning Knock in the evening.
For other guests, the darkness is more comfortable.
Other guests have neither voice nor face,
no breath over the cup and on the glass.
What happens if there is nothing to deny
and opening up, it's too late to say "don't you dare"?
This is the most private. This is the house.
I want to invite you to this place.
If only you wanted to feel from and to.
If only I had the strength to open.
You know how it happens and can be:
you will pass through without turning around,
not found a match. Just a guest.
I will stay collecting shards in a handful
and as your footprints melt away. "
***
It's time to change the greens for henna,
even if henna eats up and is bitter.
What happens if I open you?
There is no reason to close anymore.
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Nastupayet vremya zelen' smenit' na khnu
vmeste s vremenem uspokoit'sya prostotoy.
Chto sluchitsya yesli ya tebe raspakhnus',
priglashaya robko "Ty prokhodi, ne stoy.
Zdes' gorazdo bol'she vozdukha. Vozdukh chist
kak osennim utrom. Tol'ko soshel tuman.
Ty ne lyubish' utro? Vecherom postuchis'.
Dlya inykh gostey uyutneye polut'ma.
U inykh gostey ni golosa, ni litsa,
ni dykhaniya nad chashkoy i na stekle.
Chto sluchitsya yesli nechego otritsat'
i, otkryvshis', slishkom pozdno skazat' "ne smey"?
Eto samoye privatnoye. Eto dom.
V eto mesto ya khochu tebya priglasit'.
Lish' by ty khotel prochuvstvovat' ot i do.
Lish' by mne takim otkryt'sya khvatilo sil.
Ty zhe znayesh' kak byvayet i mozhet byt':
ty proydesh', ne oborachivayas', naskvoz',
ne nashedshiy sovpadeniya. Prosto gost'.
YA ostanus', sobiraya oskolki v gorst'
i smotrya na to, kak tayut tvoi sledy".
***
Nastupayet vremya zelen' smenit' na khnu,
dazhe yesli khna v"yedayetsya i gorchit.
Chto sluchitsya yesli ya tebe raspakhnus'?
Zakryvat'sya bol'she net nikakikh prichin.
9 сентября 2012 в 20:00
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