Стихи и рассказы в категории Tales. Читать онлайн

Шёл новый год. Выбрасывали мебель
Из окон в итальянском шапито.
Зима росла, а вместе с нею — стебель
Киносюжетов, будто у Кокто.

Чтобы присниться мне,
Ты покидаешь пустыню,
Ищешь потоки дождя,
Ловишь вулканов пульс.

The brightness of the light
And the celestial harmony I bring
Are the signs of my eternal beauty.
The pulchritude of the stars

Leading
Uniting
Communicating
Kindness

I sing to people
And charm animals
With my beautifully constructed songs
That are full of grace and courage.

A premonition
Of a long string of events,
A long succession
Of happenings,

The spring comes
Like a flow of water,
Like a row of trees
With green buds,

Sitting
Tragically
Anonymous
Readily

My breath
Carves symbols in the air
Which only the priests
Can see.

When your life is over,
You are placed
Before a court,
So that it decides

I am the speed and the elegance
Of a horse,
And I am often seen accompanied
By a dragon, a phoenix and a crane.

The Cure — Just like Heaven (original version)
Authors — Boris Williams / Laurence Andrew Tolhurst / Porl Thompson / Robert James Smith / Simon Gallup

Covering
Emotions
Lightly
Enduring

I am the god of joy and pleasure.
I bring you riches wide, immeasured,
I bring you songs and dance, and feasts
And free you from enormous beasts.

The pulchritude
Of light,
Courageous colours
Of the nature,

The lightness of your steps
Is unbearably strong and wild.
You keep running
Like a champion,

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My Paris begins with
Those early days
As a conscious flâneur;
I recall the couple

My four faces
Are the faces of life and death.
I have eight hands,
In which I hold

Reading the emotions in people's faces,
Reading books from dusk till dawn,
Reading poetry aloud,
Reading the kipu which you try to send me through the distance...

My enemies
Will be afraid of me.
With a Gorgone's lock
I scare away flocks