Не смотри на меня и не лыбь свой смайл,
В голове твоей Опа-поцман-стайл;
Я тебе скажу: «Крошка, баю-бай,
В Ла-ла-ленд давай, уебай».
Грациозна как рысь — да особый кайф,
Мне чувак рассказал про твой фристайл,
Но, увы, ты не то, и не напирай,
Ты на жопу присядь, почитай.

Yaroslav Kulikovsky. Paris, 2021 (c).
Part of the cycle: Poems on City Flesh and Power

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Why must grief return in waves?
I can only hope,
It feels safe housed in me.

I'm getting married soon
But as my melancholic mind would have see it,
I still sought to seek out the hidden gems I blindly ignored;
When you were part of a piece of a paragraph in a long
neglected yet beautiful chapter of my life.
In an attempt to expose the very nature of my soul and body,
you saw my distress and healed me back to a semi-moderate stable condition of what was once my self.
On long drives, we sang loudly, and unfortunately proudly, about our tragic love life before we were to discover our secret affair within each other.
Desperately seeking answers, we found comfort in the solitude amongst ourselves.
In one of many drives, you even flashed your *** onto confused on lookers, which would be the main topic on our relationship.
No, not your ***, but exposure.
We exposed our souls to each other, mentally and very physically.
Trusting and knowing we would know what's to come was somehow comforting.
The end was nearing but we sure did cherish those precious moments, didn't we?
Closing the tiny paragraph you are now part of in my chapter,
it has lead me to one of the biggest events events in my life.
As the day gets closer, I recollect the times where my heart barely breathed any ounce of life I had once.
You gave me the force of life back into my desolate self and my soon to be husband is forever grateful.
Each piece of what was, prowls every now and then
But that's the human in us; We travel back in time just to observe and adore.

So......let's move along, reminisce, and once in a while, hold dear to our past selves.

Finite Minds, Infinite Confusions
Love in the air, hearts in the hands
Great Ideals, little perversions
Vegan dreams, fishy cravings

Land full of dreams & plants
Mind full of ideas & ****** dreams
A place to grow at a pace so slow
To be or not to be ? O'lonely dreamer

My aunt used to live in Paris
I remember, she used to come home and tell us these stories about being abroad
And I remember she told us that she jumped into the river once, barefoot

She smiled

Leapt, without looking
And tumbled into the Seine
The water was freezing
She spent a month sneezing
But said she would do it again

Here's to the ones who dream
Foolish as they may seem
Here's to the hearts that ache
Here's to the mess we make

She captured a feeling
Sky with no ceiling
The sunset inside a frame

She lived in her liquor
And died with a flicker
I'll always remember the flame

Here's to the ones who dream
Foolish as they may seem
Here's to the hearts that ache
Here's to the mess we make

She told me
"A bit of madness is key
To give us new colors to see
Who knows where it will lead us?
And that's why they need us"

So bring on the rebels
The ripples from pebbles
The painters, and poets, and plays

And here's to the fools who dream
Crazy as they may seem
Here's to the hearts that break
Here's to the mess we make

I trace it all back to then
Her, and the snow, and the Seine
Smiling through it
She said she'd do it again

My aunt used to live in Paris
I remember, she used to come home and tell us these stories about being abroad
And I remember she told us that she jumped into the river once, barefoot

She smiled

Leapt, without looking
And tumbled into the Seine
The water was freezing
She spent a month sneezing
But said she would do it again

Here's to the ones who dream
Foolish as they may seem
Here's to the hearts that ache
Here's to the mess we make

She captured a feeling
Sky with no ceiling
The sunset inside a frame

She lived in her liquor
And died with a flicker
I'll always remember the flame

Here's to the ones who dream
Foolish as they may seem
Here's to the hearts that ache
Here's to the mess we make

She told me
"A bit of madness is key
To give us new colors to see
Who knows where it will lead us?
And that's why they need us"

So bring on the rebels
The ripples from pebbles
The painters, and poets, and plays

And here's to the fools who dream
Crazy as they may seem
Here's to the hearts that break
Here's to the mess we make

I trace it all back to then
Her, and the snow, and the Seine
Smiling through it
She said she'd do it again

City of stars
Are you shining just for me?
City of stars
There's so much that I can't see
Who knows?
I felt it from the first embrace I shared with you


That now our dreams
They've finally come true

City of stars
Just one thing everybody wants
There in the bars
And through the smokescreen of the crowded restaurants
It's love
Yes, all we're looking for is love from someone else


A rush

A glance

A touch

A dance


A look in somebody's eyes
To light up the skies
To open the world and send it reeling
A voice that says, I'll be here
And you'll be alright

I don't care if I know
Just where I will go
'Cause all that I need is this crazy feeling
A rat-tat-tat on my heart


Think I want it to stay

City of stars
Are you shining just for me?
City of stars

You never shined so brightly