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Bossanova

Dedicated to Henry Miller

She floats to me towards, like a Jazz... 
Defiantly jumps in my green back yard.
She’s waltzing through the fence in Sunday morning. 
I’m having cup of coffee with a joy.
My cigarette is melting far away.
I’m singing K.D. Lang with puffy smoking. 
Just fly, my robin, fly, up to the sky
And bring me youth from 70-s “Convention”.
“Oh, She is so beautiful !”, - I’d say. 
I’m looking at My Angel with delight 
And watching her brown hair in the wind:
It flutters like white sails in the ocean.
Her eyes are calling me with sunshine light. 
You came to me ! My Muse ! My Inspiration ! 
I’ve waited here so long for you
By dreaming in the late dark endless night. 
I am playing you this Bossa Nova song
When sundown touches sunrise in the morning.
I’m making every sound like a craft 
And stitch-by-stitch my melody is playing. 
My voice is low and gentle, cricket’s sound.
Oh, Bossa Nova... Portugal...Brazil…
My soul groans under Argentina... 
Guitar and maracas are touching my heartbeat.
Hiroko Tokuda and Henry Miller, I
Became the captive of your “Water Colors” dreaming.
I wish I’d start the paintings by my heart.
He woke up at 3 o’clock, at once,
And cracked the shadows of imagination.
His timeworn brush was touched by magic hands.
Musician… Artist…Writer…All in One…
He’s got so many talents in one person.
Why can’t I take a brush and start explode
Myself upon the canvas on the cloud ?
Is Kundalini still asleep in my poor mind ?
Am I a frozen Snow Queen with no movement ?
Gomen-Nasai ! Please, forgive, My Muse !
I do not justify your expectations.
But I have hopes that, one-day or night,
I will wake up and take my brush and colors
And Bossa Nova will be dancing on the wall.
Black Canvas Capricorn… White Tropic of December...

Original version – August 2006
Fixed Version – August 2008

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The Prophetess

I am still walking, walking, walking... 
Where to, I don't know, yet.
I entrust myself to you again.
And, as on thin fragile ice,
I am still walking, walking, walking...

I am still walking, walking, walking...
In a stream of days, in a circle of events.
And more I explore the more interesting sense I get,
No matter if it's a pleasure or a trouble.
I am still walking, walking, walking...

And even if my Land is too far away 
And my Distant Island is behind the Seas,
I will leave my look of sadness
In a Maze of my night dreams.
I will dissolve my trouble with my hands.
I am walking to you, my Prophetess...

I am still walking, walking, walking...
l pass the strangers faces.
I do not sleep at night at all.
I steal my night dreams from my time.
I am still walking, walking, walking...

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Green Island

I am still walking, walking, walking…
And I don’t know where to.
I’m trusting you and I am hoping
To get this icy road through.
I am still walking, walking, walking…

I am still walking, walking, walking…
And in the light of all events
With every day I am still hoping
Have no enemies but friends.
I am still walking, walking, walking…

My land can be that far away,
There is Green Island in the ocean.
I will spread out sadness potion
And I am sure, with great delight,   
I’ll send away my sorrow life
And we’ll be back to you alive…

Wrote in 2006 in Russian
Translated in August 2008

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Barcelona

Inspired by live event
on Ramblas Boulevard, Barcelona

Barcelona… Summer raining night…
Gentle shower sprinkles down the faces.
In the whole world the only light:
It comes straight to me from Spanish Artist spaces.
He is so much tired of hard work.
He would take a nap in cozy house
And exchange soft brush to metal fork,
But he’s painting me in blue silk blouse.

He is sketching portraits day by day,
Everything he sees - it’s his addiction.
People walking, watching, by the way,
Making stories of his talent’s fiction.
Someone is just simply passing through,
Floating like a shadow by his chair.
Someone is composing a review:
Model and his work to be compared.

He is living in his special world,
There is no path to his possession.
There are no idols, money, gold,
All his movements followed by compassion.
He is calm and shy, not recognized,
Taking masks away from people faces.
All his life, the strangers realize,
Puzzled on the easel of oil laces. 

People singing, swinging in the dance.
Sounds of music made by Jazz musicians.
Taro cards predict you nice romance,
All you need - just simple recognition.
You can see so much of magic blast
At this time on Ramblas Boulevard raining.
It’s your future, present, it’s your past
And it will be in your heart remaining.

You are running off the horse’s coach
And your soul comes extremely tender.
You can be so easily approached,
You don’t mind becoming a surrender.
Barcelona… Sunday raining night…
So much noise from each and every chartist.
There is no one in the evening light:
Only Me and Special Spanish Artist…
Refrain:
Barcelona, Barcelona – you are beautiful Madonna.
You are crystal constellation, you are my imagination.
You will be with me forever, I will not forget you, never.
Barcelona, Barcelona, Barcelona…

Wrote in July 2006 in Russian
Translated into English in August 2008

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Golden Autumn

Mellow Autumn ! Golden Autumn !
I am greeting you with leaves fall,
Saying "Goodbye !" with a crane's song,
And, as usual, waiting for a winter
By missing you... 

The yellow leaves are turning above our heads,
Reminding us of the past.
Who are you in love with ? 
Who is your friend ?
You tell me only that.
Fly into my window as a little cloud
To be dissolved in silence.
And do not look for a reason 
To become my guest. 

Rustle ! Rustle ! Rustle ! Mellow, Golden Autumn.
You are so beautiful, Reddish Maiden Nude !
Don't be sad, Dear, because winter is so close,
The falling leaves will capture my memories about you...

I will catch the last sunny ray
And detain it for a moment.
I will drink you up, so juicy, to the very bottom,
As a tincture of happiness and love.
You know, the fall weddings are always happy
And last long, just believe me. 
I will wait for a winter
But my door will be open for you
The entire year...

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Waiting Hours

What should I do if I’m losing my hope ?
What should I do if I’m tired to cry ?
Who’s gonna lead me ?
Who’s gonna guide me ?
Who’s gonna make me to stand-up and try ?

Refrain:
Hours of waiting…
Years of dreaming…
Takes the infinity just to believe:
Living on baiting,
Sleeping in screaming, -
Awfully wrong way of life to receive…

Who should I talk to if I become speechless ?
Who should I turn to if I become blind ?
Who’s gonna hold me ?
Who’s gonna like me ?
Who’s gonna help me to open my mind ?

Refrain:
Seconds of crying…
Minutes of screaming…
Takes the infinity just to believe:
All you need flying,
All you want swimming, -
That is the right way of life to receive…

Be with me… Hold my hand…
Maybe I will understand,
What’s my goal on this Earth.
Take me to your U-NI-VERSE… 

November 06, 2008

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Fragile Porcelain Dream

All of this doesn’t make a sense:
You and me, our love romance.
Even sun wants to run away
Behind the cloud…
I’m not trying to have a fight
To find out who is wrong, who’s right.
I’m so tired and I don’t want 
To cry out loud.

Refrain:
Somewhere in clouds
There is a Porcelain Dream
And we are in it “Yes” and “No”.
We are divided 
Only by little extreme,
Flying in heaven through the snow.

There were two a few years ago…
Blue sky cried if you tried to go.
We were dreaming to fly away
Up to the sky…
You were the captain of our plane,
I was your stewardess through sun and rain.
Two young pretenders who used to think
That they could fly…

September 15, 2008

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Last Winter Dance

Train has moved. 
Winter snow is falling.
Cup of tea on the table is hot.
I am leaving this town,
My heart’s mourning:
It’s been left and forgotten by God.
What is going to happen tomorrow ?
My good luck now in somebody’s hand.
And I miss you already with sorrow,
Fairy Tale with no happy end… 

Refrain:
Singing whistle of train.
I am flying by passing by…
Station goes away, disappears in a snow.
Don’t you ask me to stay.
It’s my last kiss, it means: “Good-Bye…”
I am leaving tonight 
To the dark endless road.

Early morning…
The sunrise is lazy
And the wheels are so stubborn to turn.
Every mile my heart goes so crazy,
It’s been whispering: “You should return...”
All the memories light up the fire,
In my heart you and me, no one else.
If it was just my only desire, -
I would never perform this last dance.

August 2008

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Real Me

Oh, My Friend ! My Dear !
I don’t think I’m blind…
I will fight my fear
To clear up my mind.
I will leave my story
Somewhere far, behind.
I will live in glory
With someone who’s kind.
With someone who’ll never
Hurt me or assault.
I’ll forget, forever,
Guilty pain and fault.
I’ll be flying, swimming,
Smiling everyday.
Even though, it’s dreaming,
I won’t be the same !!!
It’s a shame – me crying,
Whipping like a dog…
I’m just hardly… trying… 
Find a way through fog…
There's no sense to doubt…
Only if I see,
That I should find out,
Who is real Me…

January 2008

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Poetry

What is it, Poetry, to me ? 
It’s like a cloud…
It flies above my head, in sky,
To touch the stars.
And while I am standing
On the land and singing loud
My words are traveling 
From Venus to the Mars…

What is it, Poetry, to me ?
It’s sunshine morning…
It clears my spirit and my soul
Like a stream.
One day it’s warm, another day 
It’s windy storming.
Today it’s real
And tomorrow just a dream…

What can I do without Poetry ?
No doubts…
I won’t make another step
And have my way.
It’s in my heart, it’s in my head,
In all my routes…
Without Poetry
There is no other day…

August 2008