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Eduardo Rodriguez Calzado the trail winds through a spiral


The trail winds in a spiral
Lies a fragile light on the hands
Night gathers sounds from the field
And keeps it in the glass till morning
And in the morning, before the big light,
To night scenes adds
Flour cracked silt,
Lunar sonnets
Wrapped his shoulders in a dream, leaves
On the first beam with a basket
Various subtle aromas
In their spacious penates,
In its foggy elements
From the stage - holograms
And smiling to the world, gives
Evening taste of daylight

Natalia Glazunova-Moiseeva



The immensity of gold flows from the sky,
Sating the flowers of fragile tenderness with light
Multidimensional worlds infinity of patterns
We are brought with fogs distant winds
Behind the high walls is a secret word,
And in the lost memory - dark holes
The look of heaven on the water is repeated again
Sometimes in heavy rain it gets damp
Weightless looks in the mirrors of the corridors
Leave time stellar signs
And a few openings and a little space
Those who went out to the Fire,
Who lit the heart Torch

Natalia Glazunova-Moiseeva






Tree of Life

Behind the corridors
In the mirrors of hollow black
Labyrinths ... prisms ... caches ...
Game of life in a dreamy world
Uselessness of the bottomless
Deep and weightless
In this black mirror
The world is lost our real ...
But how real it is
God knows,
Keeping secrets ...
In chromosomes of DNA



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