/ world today news/ In memory of Sara, the mother of our daughters Tatiana and Boyka
1.
Not in a dream that night I clearly began to remember,
that I’ve come from the white world before
so I decided to find two forgotten pitchers,
full of clear water and golden stars.
But in the white world I was in another night.
And after me, it seems, gypsies have passed.
And they dug the Roma into the star basket.
And my golden stars have risen…
I bring you water from the stars… – he told me
a strange girl from another planet…
The pitchers were the same… So it turned out…
I bring star water – he said – for the Poet…
2.
The teenager in me still remembers
the pitchers filled with water.
He even asks: Who forgot them?
the two pitchers, near the woodshed.
And sees shadows… Hears whispers…
All nature becomes trembling…
Pitchers of water and stars
they are still the same – as before.
And like a girl before
with the two pitchers in the morning he ran…
The young man looks and wonders
who will wake him from this dream.
3.
Someone left a geranium next to it
the pitchers filled with water.
Branches wave long joints.
And a whisper is heard: Liebe Stoine…
I heard someone talking…
Don’t get in the way… – asks me a thin veil.
Are you ready, you’ll have to wait…
A flattering woman’s whisper in a man’s hands.
Two lovers are sitting on a bench.
In the Balkans… In the Russian steppe…
Lovers – wherever they are –
two are under these heavens.
And they are not afraid of anything…
Ah, you naughty… – she told him…
And a girlish laugh is heard…
And a dissolving chest…
In the late morning the volley of roosters
still the girl reminded
that the night is about to fly away…
And stars carried in both pitchers…
He ran to his father’s house
with a future star in his body…
And after a while the lips sang:
Tell me, white cloud…
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