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Berman - Cycles: (collection of poems in cycles)

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Collection of poems in cycles. The names of the cycles: Love, No what to do with that, People, I, Moon, stars, night, Rain, Trees, You know?;Front Cover; Title Page; Copyright; Content; Cycle Love:; Ill leave you and maybe forever; I loved you once, long ago, ; He left, ; Dont close your eyes!; God is Light.; If I was not I; Your love is living in your smile, ; I met girl, she; Will part when will end to love; Love when its happy; -- I dont know how to kiss himself; Tears frozed in her eyes; Cycle No what to do with that:; From where and where went man; People bear.; One by one go days.; Days pass so:; Nothing changes; Today I am forty, ; The present is subtle.; Our life; Born yesterday -; Cycle People.

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ISBN 9781626750760 Content Cycle Love I and You When we with you finally Will - photo 1 ISBN: 9781626750760

Content
Cycle Love
I and You
When we with you finally Will die I will become an umbrella And you a rain. That never to be separated, And just meet and meet. Under infinite kiss of you-rain Ill tear, escape, cry.
You and I
You were born, that to be my dream, And I was born, that dream about you. You were born, that to be my star, And I was born, that fetch up you. *** Ill leave you and maybe forever.

And maybe when we will not be together, Ill come to the conclusion That impossible to leave you forever. And again well be together.

Then
When you embarrass because of That I admire you I stop to admire you And admire myself Then you calm down And admire me Admiring myself. So I confused because of That you admire me Admiring myself And I stop to admire myself And admire you so far As long as you do not notice That I admire you again. This confuses you And I stop to admire you And admire myself. Then you calm down And admire me Admiring myself.

Then *** I loved you once, long ago, And now met a man Having ten fingers on his right hand And the same number of fingers on the left. (By the way, on one leg he in general havnt fingers, And on the other twenty). Hes 40 old, And you 35 old, And I long dont love you. I chose him. You know, what it when 10 fingers hand gently glides over your hair, And other 10 fingers hand holds waist? This castes a spell, This fascinates.

Agreed
One agreed to be blind For what that will love him a beautiful girl.
Agreed
One agreed to be blind For what that will love him a beautiful girl.

Other agreed to be deaf For what that will love him girl with amazing voice and manner of speaking. Who are they? So pity that they unknown, Like girls already loving them. *** He left, Because found a other. And come, Because the other found a other. *** Close you eyes to heaven Thomas Anders Close your eyes to Heaven Dont close your eyes! When they are closed, you are so beautiful That I can go crazy with your beauty. But I dont want to go crazy.

Dont close your eyes! *** God is Light. Love - light outgoing from soul.

To you
If we would be together I would say to you, That I will keep our love, But hardly would keep it. I would say to you, That I will give to you all myself, But hardly I would do that long. So good that we arent together.
Lier
What tell you? That you cute? But Ill lie to you and myself.
Lier
What tell you? That you cute? But Ill lie to you and myself.

What tell you? That you pretty? But Ill lie to you and myself. What tell you? That I dont love you? But Ill lie to you and myself. *** If I was not I You were mine. All so simple and easy Im not I And you are mine. *** Your love is living in your smile, But by precarious life Your love is living in your smile. Smile melts And disappears Your love living in your smile.

And why Melts the smile? Love wants to disappear.

Who I love
I dont love you, Because I love another I love it, not you Because the man is much better than you I love the best from the people Which somehow there are in my life. *** I met girl, she As spring night gentle She me told: I am spring night. Im it. I met girl, she As autumn night sad She me told: I am autumn night. Im it.

I met girl, she As summer night warm She me told: I am summer night. Im it. I met girl, she As winter night light She me told: I am winter night. Im it. *** Will part when will end to love They each other She will stay alone And he will stay alone And loneliness the country In which to live will People loved each other Some time ago

No me long
Days passes And I not notice That I not miss you more, that become Such was without you Not loved And not loving And sunbeam Frozen on pillow Foully fled Like naughty boy And I heard rain Hitting in my window And I said to myself: Yes, no me long. *** Love when its happy Beautiful fairy tale, Where you live Until its over.

And if it is not over, While life is not over, Then in it live, Until you will not die. *** - I dont know how to kiss himself But so want to do that. - I dont know how to kiss itself, But so want to do that. - So can you kiss me? - So can you kiss me? - Maybe. - Maybe. - May - May *** Tears frozed in her eyes And made her eyes more beautiful.

He brought closer his lips to these eyes And had a drink the tears. They were standing in the garden Around them grew roses Shining of light of the lantern As fallen from the sky fading stars Smoldering on roses.

Kissing statue
If to come close to your statue And to peer in your eyes It is impossible not to fall in love with you. On your face glide tears But youre statue, youre not alive And your tears just drops of rain. Although that you lifeless Does not bother me Kiss your lips And get drunk from the kissing.
Cycle No what to do with that
*** From where and where went man Where began its being Where finished its being From where and where goes man Where begin its being Where finishes its being From where and where will go man Where began its being Where finished its being *** People bear.

People die. People appear. People disappear. *** One by one go days. Less and less of them ahead. More and more of them behind.

And nothing with that to do. *** Days pass so: Flee away minutes, That never wont return. Direct to sadness: The next night And distant star. *** Nothing changes Just something sometimes disappears And then appears. *** Today I am forty, Tomorrow fifty The day after sixty Week later hundred and ten. *** The present is subtle. *** The present is subtle.

This is what passes by. Sometimes nods disappearing. Sometimes, immediately disappears. The present is subtle. This is what passes by. *** Our life Until well not to die.

We live Until our death. *** Born yesterday Today is young, Tomorrows old And day After tomorrow Dead.

Cycle People
*** All from boredom, all from boredom And sciences, and arts, And flours of soul and heart Only from boredom, only from boredom. *** Leakless people, defining themselves like that, looking at Moon And quote lines of poet in which there is expression Leak of Moon And some of them hardly to imagine what he meant, When wrote: Leak of Moon.
Strange truth
People - strange animals. Animals - strange people.

Strange truth. Truth of strange. *** Beautiful man Again youre drunk. Beauty in you Again in tears.

Sad world
Poets write People dont read. Painters paint People dont pay attention.

And musicians cry All could be other. *** Hundreds of thousands of laughing, Hundreds of thousands of crying In our world, (Which hot and cold) In one instant, In every moment. *** One man was sitting on the beach and counted waves, if there wasnt complete calm. When became dark, another man came, sat down close to the counting waves and counted stars, if there were no clouds in the sky, hiding the stars from his eyes. And when, in morning, stars dissolved in morning light and desisted be visible, the counting stars gone and counting waves stayed alone.

At pub where a lot of moustachers
Rain drizzles.

Flowed brooks as my days Cars in puddles soiled and washed In pub moustachers soaked moustaches Under lanterns moths circled Snuggled to wall was steeped eccentric-pauncher He seemed - will flood Came out of the pub with an umbrella moustacher His eyes shone by admiration mood Brook carryed boat of cardboard Behind him runned group of kids They were the children of drunk moustachers or barbels Alike fathers and people.

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