...And wasn’t enough Silence in the World... The Soul was rushed in a chaotic movement.
And just for grey-winged angel had been known, where you are walking, covered by his shadow.
Touches of the hands give rise to a current … Heart thirsts to be pain's continuation promised...
Impetuous stream of the mad silent words... The violent roles of the restrained bodies...
Перевод сделан на стихи Алекса Кантера
и не хватало в мире Тишины
http://www.stihi.ru/2010/09/02/766
Использовано фото:
@ Jacob Jovelou