рафинированный примитивизм
Собираюсь съездить в санаторий на несколько дней. Передают чуть ли не 30 мороза, похоже катание на лыжах отменяется, буду все выходные сидеть в корпусе, надеюсь там работает библиотека..
Вобщем, чтобы сильно не затягивать флешмоб, вписываю в тему "из головы" свой стих на английском. Если есть ошибки, говорите.
There was a wizard who made men of air
Which easier than ache and more pliant than clay.
That men roamed the towns, knocked on the windowpanes
Hoping to acquire a soul some day.
Most of his shadows faded away
After doing a miserable destination
His best creations the wizard hate most
They dislike to obey and leave him alone.
They can become verily kind or evil
Merging with darkness like shadows.
When lights go out each step becomes heavy
But in a void you can't unclench hands.
Spring afternoon, the curtians are pulled off
Reflections on the window bertay your presence
Here half a step away from the falling
Whom can we deceive except ourselves.
And we jumped from the sill to a sunbeam
It's so easy to dance on a taut wire.
Than we'll break away as far as it possible
Binded by threads of the untimely promise.
Which easier than ache and more pliant than clay.
That men roamed the towns, knocked on the windowpanes
Hoping to acquire a soul some day.
Most of his shadows faded away
After doing a miserable destination
His best creations the wizard hate most
They dislike to obey and leave him alone.
They can become verily kind or evil
Merging with darkness like shadows.
When lights go out each step becomes heavy
But in a void you can't unclench hands.
Spring afternoon, the curtians are pulled off
Reflections on the window bertay your presence
Here half a step away from the falling
Whom can we deceive except ourselves.
And we jumped from the sill to a sunbeam
It's so easy to dance on a taut wire.
Than we'll break away as far as it possible
Binded by threads of the untimely promise.