Benoît Pioulard - The Gilded Fear That Guides the Flow

Whose Palms Create

Is in Its Clearest Form

So Etched in Memory

Shut-Ins on Sunday See

Initial B.P.

As Would a Weaver

Of Everything That Rhymes

The Very Edge of Its Flame

An Image Apart from Ourselves

Under the Break Arch

A Shade of Celadon

With No Advantage

That Wounded Weathered

Anchor as the Muse

And Relent

Можно я с тобой

Где прошла ты

Dance Monkey

Девочка, танцуй

Komarovo

Снежинки

Rampampam

Алёшка

Прыгну со скалы

Marmalade

Пошла жара

Кукла колдуна

Мёртвый Анархист

МАЛИНОВАЯ ЛАДА

Девочка бандитка