bilingualism билингвизм

you've got a library, you've got a pretty garden,
by Cicero you've gotten everything
that human needs for happiness, you've got it?
I'm wondering what did he really mean?

i've lost some hearing with an age,
but do appreciate the stage,
imagine: nonsense and absurd
all now pass me by UNHEARD

man cannot live by bread alone – I second that,
your daily dopamine is on the internet
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поскольку мы живы не хлебом единым -

Once language art
Was magical and sacred
With masterpieces
Known to this day,

the face that you've got was the gift from the God
it ought to be pretty, but better be smart,
could it be perfected by eyebrows alone:
like lights are lit up, but nobody’s home…

our births were someone else's choice,
my life - is mine, your life - is yours,
if death will offer choosing chance
I'll pick the Hill of Common Sense

What’s good news
Is the usual absence of bad,
Days are shuffling slow
From sunrise to sunset,

you're entering this world alone
and yet alone you will be gone
and ever finding matching soul
feels like the journey is the goal

the perfect paring for advice would be the grain of salt,
sweet gesture giving it was nice, never adviser's fault!
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сомненья червь – не паразит, тут явный симбиоз,

our past is vast, though mostly dust,
it has the proof that we can trust,
yet any modern stupid gust
easily trips our trusted past

we're staring at the silver screens,
that by no means aren't crystal balls,
and all we hear, see, and think
is very often very false

with two sides of each story, it might be a third
that always existed, but was never heard,
when seeing the whole picture is sure imperative,
some surfacing details may not fit the narrative