V. Speys "Philosophy of Love"

Stop and rest!

And the heat you sweep away!

But continuing your flight,

Said the Sun, inВ turn:

– I’ll stay and then

There will never be morning.

The night will be replaced byВ darkness.

And forever, forever will beВ so!

– Oh, the Sun, keep flying!

May the sunrise be yours!

And inВ the afternoon, shining flames!

Warm up your people!

Cheer up the evenings

And do not forget toВ return, during!

Stranger

The girl inВ love with the movement.

Girl with speed on “Thou”…

Girl inspired.

Not bright, cute beauty.

Gave me aВ smile at the meeting

How toВ give people the beauty ofВ flowers?

And IВ saw her sharper,

InВ that smile, your features.

InВ the eyes ofВ sparkle, femininity tender,

Like the glare ofВ sunlight,

Shimmered before inВ the waters,

InВ the pools ow ofВ eyesВ now.

And lips, flower poppy,

On the stem ofВ the mill thin,

AВ petal burned inВ aВ smile

And inВ laughter he gave aВ bell.

And inВ the ashes with goldВ hair

He burned down and wilted.

And then her voice spilled,

As if suddenly the spring started toВ sing.

She told me: – Movement

And the speed with speed IВ love!

And IВ catch, only that moment,

And fiddling imagination.

And our conversation flew on the wings,

On the speeds ofВ motion beauty.

What used toВ be sung inВ bigly,

Space sees the height.

And Speed, arguing with the girl inВ flight,

Her up toВ blue height lifted,

She told me: – There is something in it,

She could fly, becoming aВ pilot.

But the voice ofВ stupid speed, not hearing,

IВ am fascinated byВ the beauty ofВ maiden,

What raised us higher and higher

Already soared with you, as extraterrestrial.

The space parted beforeВ us.

Imagination suffered ship.

And the stars, the myriad points, themselves,

Rush towards, like the Crab Nebula.

Suddenly the stars turned into aВ day.

The ship bus became usual.

Noisy behind the glass ofВ trees canopy.

And IВ called the movement ofВ the heart.

But all inВ vain. We sailed toВ the city,

Work waited for us and life.

And the whole day, IВ felt like hunger

InВ the space ofВ the stellar movement ofВ the stench.

Her, that gave me aВ smile.

Her inВ love with flying.

And figure her is like aВ flexible floret,

And the voice that sings inВ me.

AВ meeting

At the tramВ stop

IВ met withВ you.

InВ aВ new denim dress

InВ aВ mini-skirt blue.

You’re alone, and a number of people

You look into the rails ofВ the canvas.

Here the tram, there further, goes,