Valery Kourinsky

03.06.1999

AND YET

 

I learned my street has often lied,
therefore, in future it would also do that.
I'm said that sun and moon and stars
deceived me many times.
I know also about messages
that are false, because have a fake sense.
I see how lips of destiny
are forming "AAAAH!" but it sounds "SSSSSSS!"
I hear that it is you stepping closely to my soul,
nevertheless it turns out that it is somebody like image,
which I mixed up with ideal and forgot
about absence of you in reality.
One instead of another.
The worse instead of the better.
Why do your eyes, my world, so co-incide with optical illusion?
Why do your speech is too often a simple arrogant fraud,
accompanied by victorious laugh of a dishonest triumphator?
Such things, ehen, are not able to be seemed,
because them contemplates the high awareness
of trust, believing, faith, confidence,
of confidence, faith, believing, trust,
of all our credence.
Our truth becomes deceptive
when growing old.

And yet two constant things are listed
in that so often railed-at reality:
The alterability of sky in the early spring
and changeability of your eyes.