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Signals from the moon

Poet’s diary

Olga Makarova

ISBN 978-5-0062-4704-8

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I often imagine myself as a lone wanderer in the desert, roaming from oasis to oasis. There, I meet people, listen to their stories, possibly become part of them, replenish supplies, and set off again. While I walk alone, I think a lot. And I learn. When I reach my next destination, maybe I also have a story to tell.

“Love is an absolute thing…”

Love is an absolute thing. It doesn’t need reasons, proofs, satisfaction. The feeling of its presence is a necessary and sufficient condition.

“I didn’t bring flowers to your house…”

I didn’t bring flowers to your house. I’ve been leaving them on the trails you walk. I was so happy spelling your name in petals.

“I would like to know what you think about…”

I would like to know what you think about When you fall asleep To follow the threads of your thoughts Like a star map.

“When you close your eyes, but keep seeing…”

When you close your eyes, but keep seeing, When you stop your body, but can’t stop your mind, Who hugs you?

“Instead of the singing of those…”

Instead of the singing of those Who love you, I wish you to hear the whisper of the one You love.

“The sun is so cruel…”

The sun is so cruel, Kissing my face after yours, Making me feel The smell of your skin in its rays.

“If you go into a storm…”

If you go into a storm, Even with a lantern, Be ready to get lost.

“Don’t cut the flowers…”

Don’t cut the flowers. With their beauty, They thank the earth, the sun and the rain. Let them finish their speech.

“I lost all of You…”

I lost all of You, Never having Even a small part, But I found The rest of the world Without ever searching.

“Don’t be sad!..”

Don’t be sad! Let this world Make us fly off the handle, Still we can fly Holding hands.

“Someone says they love me…”

Someone says they love me, But my heart went deaf, Screaming about love for you.

“I miss you like the wave misses the rocks…”

I miss you like the wave misses the rocks. Each time rolling back, It only prepares To crash on them with new vigour.