To Tatiana

Your eyes are at the “Ocean” – at the crossroad of the winds – have a depth and no deception, taken the cover off ignorance. Your eyes me fortunately ruffle, and I’m as not a swimmer versed afraid to dive but try to gamble as being a thorough man in haste. Your eyes to me are real puzzle: they give me such a virgin smile preventing me from any bustle – within them passion is alight. Your eyes in gaiety desire: by stealth they make me understand – when He and She are getting higher – He must be first to start a game. Your eyes are really unbounded and so a new line to be born you are embraced by me astounded and on my shoulder is your arm.