Benoît Pioulard - Ruth

Under the Break Arch

Whose Palms Create

The Very Edge of Its Flame

Of Everything That Rhymes

The Gilded Fear That Guides the Flow

With No Advantage

And Relent

Is in Its Clearest Form

Initial B.P.

As Would a Weaver

An Image Apart from Ourselves

That Wounded Weathered

So Etched in Memory

Shut-Ins on Sunday See

A Shade of Celadon

Пьяный туман

Седая ночь

Никто

Снежинки

МАЛИНОВАЯ ЛАДА

КАК MOMMY

Алёшка

Marmalade

По барам

Девочка бандитка

Где прошла ты

Мёртвый Анархист

Rampampam

Прыгну со скалы

Лесник