Поймали птичку голосисту И ну сжимать ее рукой. Пищит бедняжка вместо свисту, А ей твердят.. Пой, птичка, пой.
"A sweet-voiced bird’s been caught. They squeeze it in a vice-like grip. The poor thing squeaks and warbles not, But they insist:… Sing little bird, sing."
Лишь жить в себе самом умей. Есть целый мир в душе твоей Таинственно-волшебных. Их оглушит наружный шум, Дневные разгонят лучи, Внимай их пенью и молчи.
"Live in your inner self alone within your soul a world has grown, the magic of veiled thoughts that might be blinded by the outer light, drowned in the noise of day, unheard. take in their song and speak no word."
“I have become others. I have been torn apart by therapy. I have spouted words until my fountain ran dry. I am only aware of tiredness. I wish to sleep, but I am kept from sleeping. I find tiredness in cups. I find tiredness stitched into the fabric of my clothing. I wash myself with tiredness. When I eat, I eat only of tiredness. There is no waking state, there is only ever tiredness. I have not woken up for five ten fifteen years. Time is like an elastic band, and I have no use for an elastic band.”
"There are days where I wish to cut my eyes out, just to stop the tears from streaming down my face. This is one of those days."
"Despite our tiffs, despite her nastiness, despite all the fuss and faces she made, and the vulgarity, and the danger and the horrible hopelessness of it all, I still dwelled deep in my elected paradise – a paradise whose skies were the colour of hell-flames, but still a paradise."
"I lie here with the heavy heart of summer. Listening to the birds exchanging whispered songs to one another in the night sky. I feel the lingering of haunted kisses touching my skin; burning my flesh. Perhaps I am dreaming for a better world to wake up too. Perhaps I am forever asleep. With closed eyes and dry lips, I wish to awaken in a paradise with no longing."
“Sometimes I feel like I’m not solid. I’m hollow. There’s nothing behind my eyes. I’m a negative of a person. All I want is blackness, blackness and silence.”