петак, 16. март 2012.

Eduard Harents

Life lives me with all my details
And I turn around it
As a color of another brush.
My canvases are full of hole
As a Japanese coin,
Through that in turn
All my loves always rescue out
From me with outgoing ringing
About my wonderful loss…
And my claps
Are heavier me.
So I’ve collected them
In my hand
As an tattered paper
And keep them
For the last - the death...