Марк Каберман "LA – NY Dreaming"

Стихотворения, пропитанные атмосферой Калифорнии, где жизнь никогда не перестает кипеть. Они о любви, потерянности, нахождении себя и, наконец, о вере в лучшее будущее. Случайные люди, которые влюбляются, ностальгируют по прошлому, прощают себя в настоящем.

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I bet you’d like to feel it too
Now it’s ended just like wine
My glass is empty
So we’re both feeling fine
Now we’re both happy
My birthday is coming
And I’m wondering if you’ll call
I gave up on fighting
I promise, but if you don’t want to, then don’t
Yesterday I thought about buying candles
Then saw your face on the cover of the paper
I’ve cried enough tears about you
Now I do not love you
Thank you
I want to feel that heat
Wonder if I fit in it
People talking all around
They did it before about us
They don’t know that I found
Myself in my loneliness, plus
One more time I’ll think ‘bout you
I’m searching for you in every single guy on the street
Now I need to cool
You’re gone, so I don’t feel any responsibility
As all the men, you’re gone
So I don’t need no one more

7. Mother America

Mother America,
I’m flying on a plain in the air
I got stamina
So how do I dare
To take everything in this world
When everything’s so unfair?
I remember what my mom told
Once she decided to turn it off
And to take care about all.
Mother America,
Your ground been blessed
But we’re so stressed out
So what do we do now?
Now I’m looking at New York
Its billboards are so high
I can read a lotta names on it
What we’re all looking for?
I tell you – for a time that gets by
So I pray for it.
I’m looking at the Lady Liberty
She’s so beautiful.
Ready to look at her all night long.
Oh, Lady Liberty,
Tell us what we doing wrong?
I’m looking at the ocean
Right from your crown.
Freedom is my poison
And I feel it now.
Chemtrails above my head…
I can feel them.
They just like teenage love
Once they appeared – then they have gone.
The ocean blue eyes in my memory will be there forever.
I won’t regret about it,
Cause it was just a fever.
So I see the sky as it was once before,
When I was a kid and I’ve seen everything in screaming colour.
And as underestimated singer
I write from the bridge.
Million people love her
But I wanna reach what she didn’t reach.
I will write poetry looking at the Manhattan.
Thinking that somewhere there a man
I could fall in love with.
But once he has gone.
Anyway, I feel the wind from LA.
Maybe one day I’ll make him stay.
So my past and now will collide
And it won’t be just for a night.
Oh, Lady Liberty,
Sorry for such a thoughts
But when he comes
I can see it crystal clear.
He’s the only one my dear,
So, please,
Send me to LA,
Please, make him stay.
And bring this special wind
To me.

8

I’m so sorry you’re not my baby.
So sorry we passed through the time.
Now I feel like bleachers
Are playing to make me happy,
Cause I’m leaving it all behind.
You are still my favorite boy
I know you’re not a toy,
Instead of anybody else
I will choose you by myself.
There won’t be any tears,
Now we can be friends.
I’m standing under the rain,
It washes away all the pain.
Talk to me, boy,
While I’m counting seconds
Like a coins.
Let’s make this day the greatest,
Let’s become best friends.

9. I remember…

I remember I was only twenty four
But didn’t know what came here for.
I came to San Francisco
To dance with the people in disco.
I met a boy.
He had long hair, beard,

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