I woke up middle of the night,
looked out the window,
and the window told me: "Get down!
See all
already asleep long?
Do not disturb the sleep of his city.
It is sad, code, you can not sleep,
He does not like the dark house alone
Orange eye burns.
awake, he thinks he is guilty,
What was asleep and snoring loudly.
Trying Eyes again did not sleep a
He inflates the spotted breast,
and slopes branches to the ground.
And the wind breaks from the clouds,
And the clouds frown
Cities thy.
You better go to bed,
And do not wake him »
I went and watched from the bed to the window
not light up
so strange that the bright ideas coming
to us in the dark,
And if you remember that there is no darkness,
But there is a blue or blue
pink or purple glow
sandy horizons
other shores and distant planets,
thoughts like ballerinas
dance in the spotlight
Before Time dark room.
and dissolve when the lights light
In auditorium or at my window.
My Town wakes up slowly and with dignity
like a king ascends the throne
And just so sad about that,
That day will be short.
Minister daylight
Sent on a mission
Tour Night Ballet
stay here until the summer.
And that the same will happen next?
Repertoire have not yet registered,
Apparently we are waiting for the opening of the art world
In fact, after a lull, usually
comes sensation.
Sleeping, waiting, silence - this is a provocation
But without provocation, and there's
must somehow go on living!
So rhyming with willows thoughts,
as choreographers set ballets
Thinking at night, until they are long,
To then translate bright winter nights
in bright summer days.
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