тетрадь. Возможно, у него есть подсказки.
У чисел одна судьба
Танцевать и ждать.
Моритуро 28.о5.2о24
Or better yet, take it for thyself!
T.
Quod si me lyricis vatibus inseres,
Sublimi feriam sidera vertice
Quintus Horatius Flaccus
Thy skin are lovelier than lilies are.
I want thy heart to shine like a star!
Mine? Kick it.
Just careful, take care of thine adorable feet.
I'm no Danko, no Prometheus.
People aren't worth the fuss.
I'm not interested in saving men,
If even they all get eaten by Leviathan.
I don't need for odes or fame.
At the hint of flame -
Throw it in the water:
The rest of the world don't matter.
А еще лучше – возьми его себе!
Т.
Если ж ты сопричтёшь к лирным певцам меня,
Я до звезд вознесу гордую голову.
Квинт Гораций Флакк
Твоя кожа прекраснее лилий.
Я хочу, чтобы сердце твоё сияло, как звезда!
Моё? Пни его.
Только осторожнее, береги свои очаровательные ножки.
Я не Данко, не Прометей.
Люди не стоят такой суеты.
Я не заинтересован в спасении людей,
Даже если их всех сожрёт Левиафан.
Мне не нужны ни оды, ни слава.
При намеке на пламя -
Брось его в воду:
Остальной мир не имеет значения.
Morituro 01.07.2024
Gallant conversation, but not exactly
Т.
But at my back I alwaies hear
Times winged Charriot hurrying near
A.Marvell
«Do I dare? How I can do it?
How dare I talk to her? Do I dare indeed?
-Ahhh!!! How thou art pretty, miss!
Take and save my heart, please.
Give me only single softly kiss!
And than I
can die
with no regrets.
– How you digress!
I guess
better take off my onerous dress.
Keep calm… be sweet,
kiss, kiss my clit,
not so quick,
gently lick
the slit…»
– Excuse me, miss,
Could you tell what time it is?
Morituro 02.07.2024
Hello, morning of a new day!
T.
Vanity of vanities, said Ecclesiastes,
vanity of vanities, – all is vanity!
Without her my world dies.
Against one's will I open my eyes.
I see clock… ceiling… closet.....
The hand reaches for the Net,
Me very scary, but she wants to look.
The fingers themselves find Facebook
"She was an hour ago" – I can live.
The flower of tranquility has a chance to thrive.
Darkness… I hear the song by electronic cock.
There is ceiling again, a clock…
The Demons of Vanity chasing the night away.
Without her I meet a new day.
I wash, don't shave,
(Any man fit for the grave)
Brushing my teeth, not wiping my face.
I hankerin to smoke, leaving the bathroom in apace.