Benoît Pioulard - Soeur

Initial B.P.

Whose Palms Create

Under the Break Arch

As Would a Weaver

Of Everything That Rhymes

An Image Apart from Ourselves

That Wounded Weathered

The Very Edge of Its Flame

A Shade of Celadon

And Relent

The Gilded Fear That Guides the Flow

So Etched in Memory

Shut-Ins on Sunday See

Is in Its Clearest Form

With No Advantage

Алёшка

Лесник

Komarovo

Снежинки

Прыгну со скалы

Кукла колдуна

Седая ночь

По барам

Можно я с тобой

Rampampam

Где прошла ты

Девочка бандитка

КАК MOMMY

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