Benoît Pioulard - Every shadow void

Shut-Ins on Sunday See

The Very Edge of Its Flame

A Shade of Celadon

An Image Apart from Ourselves

So Etched in Memory

That Wounded Weathered

With No Advantage

As Would a Weaver

Of Everything That Rhymes

Initial B.P.

Under the Break Arch

And Relent

The Gilded Fear That Guides the Flow

Is in Its Clearest Form

Whose Palms Create

Где прошла ты

Седая ночь

Девочка, танцуй

Алёшка

Пьяный туман

Можно я с тобой

Black Samurai

КАК MOMMY

МАЛИНОВАЯ ЛАДА

Девочка бандитка

Дурак и молния

Лесник

Komarovo

Прыгну со скалы

Marmalade