My life-it secret of god which I try to solve as on my palm lines
Ask who I? I am I. I both melancholy and fun I both grief, and pleasure, I both grief and a happy smile... I here and there … in dreams visited everywhere … I both a grieving soul and despair shout. I both an old age, and a youth the fresh blood... I search for myself … I - lost dreams, I - hope for myself … I am I … Вo to me many persons, but I am not hypocritical … In me many secrets, but I am not opened, and I will not open... I prefer a star though it and is far for let lanterns burn more brightly, than far stars, but lanterns will go out, a stars will shine …
I am I.
I both love lost and believing in LOVE. I both the eremite, and the hypocrite. I as the dissolute loose woman... Well and let. Besides a high lath moral I am was insolent … I - a spark not lighted, I and an extinct volcano …
I go, as if the shade which has grown dull from thoughts and coffee,
Also I take receivers a sweated hand,
But, pierced with a pain of far hooters,
I leave to search for the third coast over the eternal river.
I walk one along cold channels,
I go in anywhere and so will be all life, for ever.
Only seagulls lay down in green water has got tired,
As if they are protected from the autumn sky by water.
On cheap stuff artists here sell water colours,
Where they in parts caught diversity of escaping days.
I search in them for you, but Paris I learn hardly,
It be sad is washed away and there is no in it you.
Name me drunk - truly so
Impious, troublemakers - truly so
I am I. Also stir to itself that want:
I will remain the Phantom. Truly so...
All see what I seem, but very few people knows what I is... And when the doomsday will come, paradise will appear in this world. Only wolves will know there road...
