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Dark-violet sound.
Teardrop-shaped hope.
Chord of silence.
Icy flame.
Imaginary presence.
Comfort as in desert ...















Thursday, March 18, 2010

Blackbird... singin' ...

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

The rain was playing outside. Was chattering with the ditches and was drumming on the water-pipes. Was weaving slowly and with utmost care a silky veil, which was sprawled over the pavement, shining mysteriously against the soft light coming from the street lamps... From the opened window the fresh chill was coming and caressing with its aromatic breath the two naked bodies. Some late stranger was walking outside and his steps echoed, the echo jumped from wall to wall, then to the other corner and then was hiding and finally was getting lost among the chinks and the cracks of the street...
The soft sound from the sheets almost drowned her whisper:
- Do you have an idea what you mean to me? Care to know? ...
The question came, right after he told her what vast space she fills in his life. And everything would be simply perfect, only if it was not that deja-vu flash, which reminded her what happened when she heard that for the last time... The circle was always same:
"Unleash! Your everything! - her creature shouted...
Where? - her reason asked...
Find out! - her will insisted...
I already know... - her emotions helped...
No!!! - the circumstances grinned and then laughed ..."

She slipped off from the bed and disappeared into the dark of the room.
From the opened window, an unusual for that time sound came through...
Blackbird was singing in the dead of night with its broken wings...
Blackbird was singing in the dead of night with its sunken eyes...

He came to the sill and saw her walking away... Into the dead of the night...
Again. And again. And over again... She was learning to fly and to see... And she was going to walk that way, till the borders fall and the limits vaporise...
Untill ... Some day...

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