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fireflies are plummeting into my face
bursting into flames and extinguishing
on and off
in a split of a second
maybe it's actually ashes from his cigarette
i see him igniting one after another
but forgetting to smoke
holding it in his stretched hand
while he's sinking deeper and deeper into his thoughts
the cigarette simmers
its sparkling orange ashes are plummeting into my face
i've seen a lot of fireflies lately
maybe he has a lot to think about
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Saturday, June 27th, 2009
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paleontology
speleology
aerology
oology
conchology
nephology
kymatology
myrmecology
cryology
forgivemeology
imsorryology
ineedyouololy
loveology
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listening to the early evening cicadas
and neighborhood dogs barking
and the rustle of tree leaves
and the remote thunder of cars out there
merging with the nervous excitement of some birds
i fell asleep
and dreamt of
listening to the early evening cicadas
and neighborhood dogs barking
and the rustle of tree leaves
and the remote thunder of cars out there
merging with the nervous excitement of some birds
i fell asleep
and dream of
listening to the early evening cicadas
and neighborhood dogs barking
and the rustle of tree leaves
and the remote thunder of cars out there
merging with the nervous excitement of some birds
i fell asleep
again
and again
and again
in a circle
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упаси мене, боже, бути людиною, про смерть кoтрої незнайомі люди обмінювалися б смсками
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fullness of being does not require any complicated syntax.
no compound sentences that muddle the serenity of the experience.
i simply sit on the shore and watch the tide of passers-by flooding the street and retrieving, on and off, - slow, solemn waves regulated by a traffic light.
i simply name it and in this way make it my own, getting myself saturated with the city:
white cars, and red cars, and black cars, and people smoking next to me, and floral patterns of summer dresses, and lacerated shadow from the cast-iron table, which leaves its imprints on my bare legs, strollers and dogs, a red cap on a water bottle which is attached to a bicycle, which is leaning against a tree, which is planted next to a cafe, which marks the center of the town, which happens to be my home thanks to some incomprehensible gesture of the quizzical fate (it laughs at me, always laughs at me) - one more year and i will roll on but now the red cap anchors me to the tree, to the cafe, to the town.
car alarms coming from behind the corner, coughs, yellow daises and red tulips, barking, a huge black button hanging from some guy's ear (it looks like an oil drop), sunglasses, laughter, awkward girls in awkward high heels awkwardly performing urban glamor in the town which can only awkwardly be called urban, cloudless sky, so many shades of green, bare shoulders, stains on a coffee cup, no parking taxi stand, priceless (this one is written in pink on the back of 1960 black cadillac), wires, the presence of so many people and the absence of so many - it's like a mathematical equation: it does not matter if you change the order of constituents, you will still arrive to the same result, adding people to people to people, you were first and he was second or, maybe, he was first and you were second, the only thing that matters is that you all leave traces (a wrinkle...a scar...a shadow of a smile...) - traces that endlessly complicate the pattern, i look back and enjoy the complexity.
glistening door handles, 'mommy, mommy', reflections, french baguette in a paper bag, lanterns, no reason to go anywhere, a hat with wide brims, cellphones, sneezing, headache from too much wine the previous night with its endless explanations: no, we don't do it in ukraine, yes, we have it in ukraine, maybe i'll start telling people i'm from louisiana, maybe then they will just let me be, head bands, beards, striped shirts, summer breeze, this way up, white socks, the brown of the shoes that matches the brown of the purse that matches the brown of the belt that matches...in other words, too much trying, an unexpected look, long and promising, i know you, i already know you, although you are not aware of it yet, i learnt this city by heart with all of its dwellers - there cannot be anything unexpected on the territory which i have domesticated long time ago, the beginning of a new story which i might decide to conjure up, to invent a new scenario, yes, it's all in my head, or who knows, maybe i'll abandon the story at its very inception, depending on what color my mood will be next time the city tide spits you out to my feet.
the end of the page, and i'm finally tired of weaving this verbal tapestry - today it's enough for a small kerchief to wipe off this weird liquid which sometimes unexpectedly leaks from my eyes.
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Wednesday, April 22nd, 2009
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якщо б я була горіхом, то неодмінно бразильським
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хочеться помалювати нігті на червоно, навчитися танцювати танго та поїхати до амстердама.
не знаю, чи є якийсь між цим усім зв'язок.
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у фільми Феліні "Місто Жінок, у героя-коханця, якого грає Марчело Мастрояні, дірка на шкарпетках.
я не певна, чи це підсилює чи навпаки применшує його статус секс-символа.
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Saturday, April 11th, 2009
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Saturday, April 4th, 2009
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Wednesday, April 1st, 2009
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a million years of lies
for the single truth of your face
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Tuesday, March 24th, 2009
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Saturday, March 21st, 2009
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та що ж таке - не можу прибрати руку з кнопки ріплей
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fAk2gQUC51Q&feature=related
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Thursday, March 19th, 2009
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що ви бачите, коли вам сняться кошмари?
я, зазвичай, бачу якесь море, або повінь, або щось пов'язане з великою водою
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