In the night a treasured Kupala

( from " Love Poem Ekzertsitsii - fantasy ")

In the night a treasured Kupala
B light therms Caracalla I was looking for you in the nomad tents

fumbled once in your belongings
I sat in kafeshantane
This glorious shed
A when the conquistador I took the wrong city
All you dragged in shame
And in an era of decadence

Petersburg salon sunset from the romance
dream about you the graphs

I had sent to them by cable whore of Babylon

and Athens hetaera
beginning young ,
And when I'm in Tehran
he lit a steep hashish
You came to me in the fog ,
All Chinese sailors
I swore excitedly ,
I'll take a cigarette ,
I see the hell am I Deri ,
You - in the film Bunuel ,
Poster and prototype

(where someone's mother calls )
long served as a sometime However , Vrubel , I know , too ,

Do not draw a princess -
over your hard-headed mug
In general , I have nowhere to get away
I had not time to look around
Konstantin Pomrenin
1993