Dreams

It is a sliding between dream and reality.

When dream is a thin haze between inner and outside worlds.

When all unnecessary is going away and inner is coming out.

When social mask come off from the face.

When inside melody is trying to become louder.

Not eyes are looking.

When the body is forgetting to be active and conducting.
And the noises are whispering in silence.

And the silence is penetrating.

He will crumple and tear his body, and his eternal raincoat will fall from his shoulders. His ribs will born the song, he will be followed by his own shadow. Muscles and tendons will appear on his beck like stones above the water.

He will become unprotected and free, impossible silent, weak and powerful.

N. Zhestovskaya (c)