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I’ll catch thine whiff again

Sweet milky breeze I see your heart

I saw your boat approaching to light-hut

I gazed into your eyes, such salty sweet

Not knowing when I come to you

To kiss each other on royal couch

May I doss out at your feet today

I am longing for forgotten meeting


What brutal device is waiting for your lust

Forsaken memories are dwelling there

But martial nature struggles in his heart

Our wealth was hidden in the past…

There is no man amongst the silent trees

To whom you whisper in the forest

Come to get twisting palm to palm again

Do stare at the pendulum of morning

As it was getting light I’ll hide in darkness

I can’t approach to your hermitage

Into the sweetest sleep I know

With azure-white I disappear in a day

Past pang is cold but colder than the ache

Into the many torrid hearts in days of yore

To fell in slumber through affection glee

But I am loved in tiny lights of Thee

Halt time I couldn’t stop that moment yet

Wrung heart that given up without shot

By quiet darkness shall I find amongst

The hordes of ghosts and your soul at last




A. Glukhov. Self-portrait. 2019.


Thine breath shall come to my breathe in

There is a whiff inside my stormy gale

And vernal breeze is pushing hard my back

A punch a host of stars – my anvil smith

I saw a realm inside your sentimental mind

And long black dog was sweetly slept apart

Sore heart such vulnerable – stopping beat

However time is up and don’t repeat again

Don’t wait your fate but go forth alone

And bitter tears choke you again

Too much beloved heart was broken

I see blue sky inside your eyes

Do touch your youth in many nights

Across a silver stream we’d waded into

The endless vast expanse – you are so blue

Do I still tilt at windmills – miss you so much

A host of tiny lights are whispering apart

The hearts are crying…speeches broken

His doggie had been sitting nearby

Such lone lachrymation in my heart


Are you a handsome lad or pretty lady now

Why early dream impatiently wants come

Shy glance…I’d cast into your pang

A pack of shaggy monkeys stare everywhere

The azure diamonds – handing on the sky

Blue sphere trembling in forgotten space

Of yore is waiting you with zeal

And wistful dandelions never meet again

The shaggy fields are stretching everywhere

A sweaty smell attracts like ardent spring

In distance scrawny silhouette appeared

But passage of the green away afar

Of what are we thinking in silent of night

As you I’m seeking the star thru the light

Why broken creatures still live on the Earth

But sooner or later the aching will gone

Into the blue I have seen lone hearts

Thru the whiff of lazy breeze…I see you

That’s why I can hardly stand it the pain

And thou breath…the lives full of pang


Did he go down to the angel’s tomb?

Yet freshness covered mossy stones

Thru early morning brume I am walking

And lichen struggles with the shaggy grass

A heart to heart in vernal flatus dancing

Let’s chop the strawberry with milky way

Who stood amongst the stunning fences

Which wrought by wicked spirit for a pain

Am I a noble knight of brush, but often

I use the words instead of rainbow paints

And every night I twitch that double moon

Two battlers wanna smash and smoking

When sunny day shall come for you at last

You’ll do more better – my desire – dance

With autumn wind – such awkward minuet

And sudden craving for nocturnal smoke

What heart hath lost on barren path that

Fading fast in front of vastness lowland

No more I wander off the course

In sweetie sweetness of my hollow


Beware soldier – I am amongst the stars

Adieu the azure-blue, I will return at night

A lot of hearts are full of scarlet blood

Let dream – convert to pleasure into lust

Dim smile always dwell among the trees

I’ll send you message through the breeze

Affection often left much-many scars

Come hither savages – I am afar…

Why summer music fled away to Thee

And bitter taste of autumn will not pleasure

But missis winter comes without plea

In springtime sadness stares at my mopes

Alack, there is no end of time had passed

Much never ending latitude of thoughts

French laissez-faire, freedom, ‘tis a nous

Let’s fight for liberty my torrid libertines

Upheaval or recession boiled in the black

I’ve found youngest silhouette in glee

The hand takes hand and says…

Without any words – goodbye immortal lot


How far are you going to stride to the dream

Perfection yet dwelling in azure above

Alack a day but duty goes first

For better deeds there is no vertigo kiss

Do I lie lonely on morning-dewy grass?

He won’t make affection with your nature

Strange queue of pretty clouds look at you

They dances leisurely and feast without you

For Thee I’ll hum so many sappy songs

And all day long I am lying under blue

But much more time without pleasure

‘tis nosey ladybird is staring at me…

In rain I’m waiting for the fervent flame

Got any baccy…air tainted with odd smoke

A queue of queer little thoughts can’t stop

Till morning chimney has been drawing

Four brutal blacksmiths spanking steel

There will be pleasant summer leisure

Across through azure abyss I shall fly

But salty sweat is in the air pleasure




A. Glukhov. Drapery. 1990. The Blagodatov collection in St. Petersburg.


Dark thunder storm of wicked rain

Half-broken heart beating but fatigue

Cold drizzle falling all day long

Much salty favor on the beach…

Dim light I see on firmament above

Our hearts struggle very hard

The drollest dreams are melting fast

A blanket of the morning grass

Ye thou hairy twigs there are so much

I fell on knees before the greatest trees

At last I touch the double moon

This night that never come again

Short light I’m seeing and gale burst

All died but left that vertigo past

We shall not touch and won’t look upon

I lie – above the beauty dawn…

A pair of drunken summer storms

Do craving for much yummy breath

Too many dents after the heavy blow

So many thoughts she went away


Ignes fatui sing their melancholy song

The spunky lad is lying under tired sod

The earth ate heart but ashes still alive

To you thru sunny beam I run…

Two wiry arms as strong as wild winds

His gale has been spanking dream

Through twisting dance I am with you

The ancient stamina and you and I

Your torrid eyes I see through the time

An ardent knight is living in my heart

In May I’d met the idle lazy tree

With brutal vigor I am free…

Dense forest calling me to Thee

Amongst the trees are pure rivers

I gaze and gaze inside the Dark

And no winds from now on at last

I rubbed and rubbed the juicy grass

Be good to me in silent morning

Such mortal drugs in human veins

But human words hurt more than swords


Much-many ladybirds were flying over head

I’d looked upon that summer field of past

On fingers had been sitting twelve at once

It was a memory but slowly still lasts…

Upon my tomb yet snowflakes are falling

Last winter song in distance I’ve heard

I’ve no seen bright colors in blue light

A pensive truth for wintertime indeed

But by the welkin, nature keeps the sooth

Again affection-passion in my dreams

A light through light in solitary gleam

I gotta drinking freshness of the air

Thine paints are playing with each other

Much snow-flakes still whirling over heads

In pool they drown very promptly

And stars on water see His pain…

There is a heart in golden cage and chains

Resplendence hid your raving beauty

Sore pang lacerated wild youth again

In pristine waters live your lone pain


On cloud I’ve been sitting drinking tea

Beside the sea much sparkles disappear

Do wanna ride with me through space?

That’s why blue sky still living