Stars

“… I can pretend that things last. I can pretend that lives last longer than moments. Gods come, and gods go. Mortals flicker and flash and fade. Worlds don’t last and stars are fleeting things that twinkle like fireflies and vanish into cold and dust. But I can pretend…”- Neil Gaiman

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Christmas star

Frosty blue star

Magenta star

Thermally sweet star

Sunny star

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Dust of broken sparkles

“I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the color of a furious harvest.

I want to eat the sunbeams flaring in your beauty.”Pablo Neruda

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Dust of broken sparkles

Strange silence drips over the fields with love
and as soon as I see how time curls
around scented flesh and sweaty curves,
bruised lips and skin let out fires
over ice cubs and jasmine oiled hands.
As soon as I become one with the whiteness
of the walls turning crimson, satin and mirrors speak
the language of silver fleur de-lys and ripe grapes.
You, the wind that makes the sunset glow,
and I, the first flower of the sunrise,
how can I keep you, how can you own me?
While we move under the music of illusions
and swear in the life of leftover senses,
the dust of broken sparkles sweeps the night.

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“Bodies and dust” by Anton Surkov

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Journey on the road ahead

Journey on the road ahead

Behind the curtains of immortality
angels cry for the time gone,
for the moments left in albums alone.

I wear bruises looking back at mornings
with electric lilac and summer snow, agonizing
over lost triumph and lust, burning moonstones.

Living alone in legends of whispers,
sealing the shadows of serpents in envelopes,
a vow to the bright sun is silently dedicated.

The imperfection of yesterday I will ignore
to immerse into the light of secret mist,
as long as I have a journey on the road ahead

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“The road ahead” by Blaga Todorova

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