To my counterpart,
From Saturn to Jupiter (why have you chosen that planet?)
You don't keep in your mind
how many earth turns are in you.
As for me, I am lost in narrations, details,
even points of view.
But that was:
laying under the willows,
We talked on topics of all kinds.
From all the cons of eating pillows
To ancient gods and fights.
Formally,
formalin keeps us staying longer,
'Latino caribo' portends ' mongo bongo'.
Stalin, Kinsky, 'Summer wine' -
Rebel yell of pale moonlight.
We invented a great deal of bicycles,
Such as Freud and his dreams have no sense.
Etc.
Etc.
Rows with no ends.
All the best really started from 'M':
Mother, milk and your fatuous name.
We watched 'Viva la Bam'.
We were craving for
Fame.
Do you remember us wanting to be Pam and Jim,
Wishing to die at the margin of something like summer?
But I' m assured it was she, who killed him,
So it was better to end our play with a bummer.
Though we acted no worse than Meg and Wel,
who haven't performed in the same film again.
(Like we.)
We prayed to deferent gods: Bahtin vs Plank
And both praised anarchy and punk.
But how can one date his twin?
We, even in pains, could not hurt each other,
No 'hearts at war' and no Venus to win
Prevented brains' sex from turning into madness of lovers.
I wanted to be Tamara spell-bound by Demon,
Destroyed.
You hoped to raise Galatea, protect her
and treat like a toy.
We wished that affair would be an adventure,
Not a talk of two bores who can never venture.
I was scared of hearing one day
Something like: 'Dear, I shrunk the kids'
You was frightened: my practical brain
Wouldn't fit our 'Special Needs'
Because of you: I do hate
Steven King,
Jared Leto and many others,
But 'You are the one' to be compared with all my unborn
welcome brothers.
Best wishes/With love...or what is in trend?
Writing to you from the City of cities,
You are my really 'valuable friend',
But let us pretend we have met in 60s.
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Children of the revolution
Don't play with fire
Betty Blue
Sacrament
Nights in white satin
Je t'aime, moi non plus