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A miracle of light intoxication
from hemp and Sumerian barley beer.
Trance state among the rye field in July.
The sun hangs motionless for several hours at the zenith.
The heat is unbearable. Everything turned yellow.
Only cornflowers are still blue.
Go to bed, darling. Have a sweet night dream.
I'll come to your fishermen village soon.
We didn't meet here, not in this bizarre world.
Everything is preserved in the overcast slides:
the smell of your hair, which caught the wind from the east,
the taste of your lips and your embarrassed whisper,
the pearls of your sweat looking like drops of the the sea water,
the mountains where we used to wander searching for shelter in hunters' hut
Sure we'll meet again.
The carnival isn't over yet.
The Christmas Earth is beaming picturesque rays.
The pulsating time_and_space tells you a lot.
Everything is encoded in numbers
in simple and not very.
The brain and heart sing in a duet the Donna Anna's and Don Juan's arias.
Can you hear an oboe with a harpsichord in the nearest cathedral?
They take their first chords.
Cardio brain asked for wine and olives,
sea salt, baked pears and sheep cheese.
That's a Christmas, honey.
Here and now.
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© Copyright: Valentin Luchenko, 2020