Egor Rybakov "Procrastination. Selected poems"

And she will never be bold inВ this life.

When the soul flies toВ meet itsВ love

When inside it hurts and blazes strongly,

And feelings tear the soul day byВ day,

And your heart literally reflects everything

And it’s so gratifying that the two of us met.

When someone else’s pain is accepted as their own,

And share your thoughts, dreams and dreams,

Do not ask for anything and will not leave on the edge,

Rescued and pulled out ofВ the constant emptiness.

When you know, you are always welcome from nowВ on,

At any time they will accept and kiss gently,

Despite other people’s thoughts and views,

And constantly as aВ native hug tightly.

When the soul flies toВ meet its love,

And not afraid ofВ the cold and bad mood,

They meekly meet you, like aВ forerunner,

And everything inside boils and blazes with excitement.

Kristina

InВ the midst ofВ dreams so sweet and inviting

InВ the lightning ofВ the sky and inВ the azure evenings,

IВ saw love inВ real deeds,

And the taste ofВ passion again melted on the lips.

Among the mountains, the stream ofВ thoughts and despondency,

IВ contemplated such indescribable happiness,

The soul was torn and thrilled inВ abundance,

And my pain asked again for voluptuousness.

IВ saw aВ light fragrant and tender,

What came from your eyes and heart,

And IВ was drowning inВ love from now on hopelessly,

He took off like aВ whirlwind into the sky like aВ bird boldly.

Your footsteps reverberated and nourished again

And the voice immediately penetrated extremely deeply,

From the look, the sigh, IВ understood at aВ glance,

And felt you and heard you tooВ far.

And let no one believe inВ our happiness,

And constantly convinced ofВ the inexpediency ofВ this,

IВ melted again when IВ kissed and took my wrist

And IВ would trade the world around for our minute conversation.

Sweet cappuccino and someВ milk

Inspiration: Ivanenko Kristina
В«Coffee LoveВ»
http://www.stihi.ru/2011/09/28/3178 (http://www.stihi.ru/2011/09/28/3178)

When it’s so cold and chilly outside,

And the wind pretty much pushes all passers-by,

Drinking coffee is my simple weakness

And inВ this desire, you and IВ are so similar.

Sweet cappuccino and someВ milk

And inВ this world nothing more is needed

ToВ know the truth that is unknown and deep,

With aВ gentle aftertaste, it becomes warm.

AВ little sweetness will bring back memories

How it was so comfortable and good withВ you,

How he suffered and suffered from eternal desire,

From now on, we are destined toВ be together.

And again IВ plunge into the ocean ofВ your love,

With aВ sip IВ dive into infinity

IВ want toВ be quiet and explain soВ much

And give you the universe and tenderness.

Moscow is silent

Inspiration: Ivanenko Kristina

В«Walking around Moscow inВ aВ strange state ofВ mindВ»

http://www.stihi.ru/2011/09/22/652 (http://www.stihi.ru/2011/09/22/652)

Again silent, without giving aВ sign,

As if they are not familiar and not good friends,

So IВ want toВ roar, tear my hair andВ cry,

But I’m a man, and that’s impossible.

And again coffee is my great friend,

And thoughts randomly wander inВ the dark,

From experiences again IВ can not sleep,

Everything was fine for a week, but now it’s empty.

Again calm, like the moment before the storm,

IВ let you go again without pain and loss,

Without controversy and despondency, and come whatВ may,

And IВ can not do anything, IВ roar like aВ beast.

Moscow is silent, as if it knows everything about everything,

Only quietly whispers that everything will be forgotten, it will pass,

В«What do you love the wrong one, my naive fool,

He lives with another, he only loves you, hopes and waits.