Benoît Pioulard - Morne

Whose Palms Create

The Very Edge of Its Flame

That Wounded Weathered

Is in Its Clearest Form

Shut-Ins on Sunday See

And Relent

So Etched in Memory

A Shade of Celadon

Under the Break Arch

An Image Apart from Ourselves

The Gilded Fear That Guides the Flow

Initial B.P.

With No Advantage

As Would a Weaver

Of Everything That Rhymes

По барам

Хищница

Дурак и молния

Можно я с тобой

Прыгну со скалы

Алёшка

Komarovo

Rampampam

Кукла колдуна

Пьяный туман

Птичка

Девочка бандитка

Где прошла ты

Девочка, танцуй

Dance Monkey