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*** I’ve got the idea.It’s February.My world is deadly illWith February. Nature feaversAbout its sins,And like […]
The soul is born for song and lightness. This world is full of Love. And I want to whirl in it, as in a dance.
But sometimes—who knows what—little hooks grab me and hold on. And I get stuck in the perplexity of the heart. Am I to blame? Did I do something wrong? Am I scared? Did I consider myself unworthy?
I dreamt I had moved to live in Israel. It was rather strange there, completely unlike what I imagine Israel to be. Learning the language wasn’t necessary since most people spoke Russian, and at the very least, English
Last night before bed, I looked inside myself to understand the confusion and doubt that had spread there. I asked myself, "What do I want?" And I received an answer. Then I said to myself, "Since I want this, it should already be this way. So why isn’t it?"
I will wear a dress of mountains. With fluffy, tender blue peaks, I will adorn my head—wrapping it like a silk scarf. My eyes will be painted with the lilac hue of sunset clouds. The fabric of the dress will shimmer with the scarlet and blue of evening reflections, and I'll sprinkle gold sparkles on the hem.
I sculpt dolls, clowns, dogs from clay.
If the doll turns out badly, I’ll call her ‘silly.’
If the clown turns out badly, I’ll call him ‘fool.
Shake up a memory milkshake, fish out tiny chocolate hearts, caramel shells, and butterfly-shaped cookies from the thick mixture, crunch the gathered set, and wash it down with whatever remains in the glass.
Leap out of the warm bed. Find the soft silky terrycloth socks wrinkled during sleep. White ones. Was I cold? Was it the heat of the body next to me, or a dream of warmth and sun? Cold floor and morning. A yogurt shake and tights.
"Here, you’ll meet many crazy people" – those were almost the first words from the manager who greeted us at half past ten in the evening, when we, exhausted from the long journey, the traffic jams in Miami, and eager to warm up in the local heat, finally arrived at the hotel with the fragrant name Almond Tree. "Welcome! You’ll love Key West!"
Silence in the courtroom! – the judge struck the gavel on the round walnut stand and looked around at the attendees.