Встреча. (Meeting) 2025.
Мои стихи и ИИ. Перевод Миледи Ольги. Hello, my dear! Hi, my friend! I'm glad to see you again. As if I whisper to your ear, but nobody sees and hear, I full of compliments... Your body's graceful & slender, gentle look caresses forms. And only a lot, it remained: to look at this treasure from behind glass-frame... Chorus. Spotlights, camera, motor, face... One hundred thirty D spectacular chic. A lot of fantasies, on wide open space, but all is within limits of human frame. We met in Moscow... recollect! in Tretyakov Gallery you're...why?.. between pictures and landscapes... You stuck in pose, but dark shades fatiguely dug to gloomy style. Now here in Penza, for a short time, we met... encounter by chance... My duty to return it, I consider: minutes and hours, invested time... Chorus. Spotlights, camera, motor, face... One hundred thirty D spectacular chic. A lot of fantasies, on wide open space, but all is within limits of human frame. In museum, that hour I've spent... near you!.. among the paintings... Although I'm considered a gaper, by lasso of feelings I took with loving... My baggage of a spiritual moment, here's you... in front of me again. From plaster with a bit of cement. My God! it's a magical accident! Chorus. Spotlights, camera, motor, face... One hundred thirty D spectacular chic. A lot of fantasies, on wide open space, but all is within limits of human frame. I didn’t come up with it - everything is complicate... I'm naive fellow, but I wait.. So, to touch you - I can just behind glass of frame?.. my dear, can!.. you nod okey... What’s who am I? a fabulous rake, but I won’t be alone way: Everywhere, there's interest’s clubs, my own movie in museum's hubbub... Chorus. Spotlights, camera, motor, face... One hundred thirty D spectacular chic. A lot of fantasies, on wide open space, but all is within limits of human frame.
Мои стихи и ИИ. Перевод Миледи Ольги. Hello, my dear! Hi, my friend! I'm glad to see you again. As if I whisper to your ear, but nobody sees and hear, I full of compliments... Your body's graceful & slender, gentle look caresses forms. And only a lot, it remained: to look at this treasure from behind glass-frame... Chorus. Spotlights, camera, motor, face... One hundred thirty D spectacular chic. A lot of fantasies, on wide open space, but all is within limits of human frame. We met in Moscow... recollect! in Tretyakov Gallery you're...why?.. between pictures and landscapes... You stuck in pose, but dark shades fatiguely dug to gloomy style. Now here in Penza, for a short time, we met... encounter by chance... My duty to return it, I consider: minutes and hours, invested time... Chorus. Spotlights, camera, motor, face... One hundred thirty D spectacular chic. A lot of fantasies, on wide open space, but all is within limits of human frame. In museum, that hour I've spent... near you!.. among the paintings... Although I'm considered a gaper, by lasso of feelings I took with loving... My baggage of a spiritual moment, here's you... in front of me again. From plaster with a bit of cement. My God! it's a magical accident! Chorus. Spotlights, camera, motor, face... One hundred thirty D spectacular chic. A lot of fantasies, on wide open space, but all is within limits of human frame. I didn’t come up with it - everything is complicate... I'm naive fellow, but I wait.. So, to touch you - I can just behind glass of frame?.. my dear, can!.. you nod okey... What’s who am I? a fabulous rake, but I won’t be alone way: Everywhere, there's interest’s clubs, my own movie in museum's hubbub... Chorus. Spotlights, camera, motor, face... One hundred thirty D spectacular chic. A lot of fantasies, on wide open space, but all is within limits of human frame.