Греческие украшения.
Как славна молодость зари,
Что человечеству светила,
И зернью, камнями
Его озолотила.
Наивность, радость,
В ожерельях и серьгах,
И золото живое,
Словно солнце,
Тех дней, когда творил
Гомер или Перикл.
Афины, море,
Словно миг
Промчалась Греция перед глазами.
Какая радость с нами.
Смотреть в венки
Дубовых листьев золотых,
Которые от дуновения колышутся.
И теплота той кожи,
Что носила их,
Подборку этих драгоценных бусин.
До Рождества Христова.
Я говорю все снова,
Снова,
Я чувствую.
Жизнь Греции тех дней,
Что знаю всё о ней.
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Луна
Виталия Пак
Луна!
Тебя и греки видели,
И море.
Ты в небе, в воле.
И ясным вечером,
Прозрачный небосвод,
Как челн плывет твой месяц.
Он полупрозрачен,
И перламутром светится.
Вперед, Луна!
Ты на небе сейчас одна.
А Рим? А Рим?
И войны Карфагена.
Ты героинею была
Всех сказок тех веков.
Когда не стразы,
Звезды сыпались,
И пригоршнями
Обжигало лето,
И пиний Рима,
Звук мечей, шагов
Легионеров римских.
Моя луна, в тебе так много сказки.
Ты в Чехии одна,
Другая –в Польше.
В России ты светла.
Светла, как материнский лик,
И сущность бытия
Ты объясняешь.
Луна. Луна.
Ты движешься по небу
С тех пор, как было мне шестнадцать лет.
Я наблюдала за тобой,
За ходом неба.
Вечером.
Одна.
И ты, луна, со мной.
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Я поняла тогда ход времени.
Он вечен.
Луна, твой лик очеловечен.
Ты – мать любви.
И в Турции твой лик
Всем мусульманам светит.
Босфор, килик,
София, месяц…
Прошли века с безумных битв
До наших дней.
Твое свечение,
Мечты твоей,
Виталия, была судьба луны.
Быть вечной,
С Ним* - на ты.
*С Богом
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Бриллианты
Виталия Пак
Je reveille avec
tete courbatue
Avec vu
Les diamants.
C’est mystere
C’est moment
Du Magique
Ensegnee.
Le Beau Monde
Et lux entree.
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Антуан Ватто
Виталия Пак
Antoine Watteau
C’est beau
Les tableaux
Avec eau.
Je vois, tu vois
C’est une fois
De voire
Les beaux
Directee
Aux l’eaux.
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Sunday
Виталия Пак
So, at home,
Or together,
Or alone,
Finding sense
Or sweet romance,
Finding starts
Or ends…
Life is open,
Let us live
In a sweet belief.
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PINELAND
Cycle of verses
Оглавление
First
My North
Morning
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Unisex poem
Seven clues
Wounded angel (to H.Simberg`s picture “The wounded Angel”)
White list
Mittwoch
To us
Scene d` amour (listening S. Brightman)
Sunday story, September 7th,2003
Schitalochka (Thirteen)
Silent talk
Avicenna was so wise…
Love could be a flight
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Ex-week
03/02/2001
Yours
Picnic – bag
Going over to the only one
Get together
You’d better fly
Gulf of Finland
Answer
Fire in Mariinsky Theater
Impromptu
Waterfall of Joy – My Brilliance
New Love
Anthem
Whole world is our deck
Princess and Prince
Little boy in train 11:57
Di–da-da
Tender moments
St. Pete
Author VITALIYA PAK (VitaLia)
First
I am looking at the sky
It’s like same-colored eyes.
I’m looking to the wind
And see our stars in hight.
The water and the wave
Will hug my naked skin.
I am catching sunny-rain
Of gold September stream.
The whisper of its leaves,
And clouds, gliding fast.
And transparent sunbeams
Grow such as our Love.
My North
My North is green, and black,
And grey.
And white, and blue,
And as I say:
It’s peace and calm.
It’s hight and way
To Shambala or Mandalay.
Morning
Moveless motion of a Time,
Silence of the land.
We are couple, you are mine,
Both we understand.
When I smile – sunlight appears,
When you smile – both hemispheres
Seems to be like Paradise.
Look into my eyes!
Mornings burnish golden sand,
World like aquarelle.
Lake is mirror, river’s bend,
Pine-trees amber smell.
When I kiss – our hearts are growing.
When you kiss – our hearts in glory.
Feel like Paradise.
Turquoise of the skies.
Clouds like necklace, dazzling fan
Made out of a pearl.
Swans are floating to the sun.
Keep me, I’m your girl.
I’m your Queen, your Star, your Dear.
You’re my breath and atmosphere.
I’m your Paradise
I’m your All, my Nice!
Our beauty is Divine.
Our mind is high.
Yes, we see a brilliant Line
And you ask me why?
There’s no answer – only feeling.
There’s no word – just our willing
Live in Paradise.
Our Love is wise.
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Three candles on a table
And dark-blue satin cloth.
We’ll lit the fire later
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And now just our Love.
Your warmth and love inside me
And mine inside your all.
Like fireworks and riding
To something more than World.
And after we just sitting
And looking at the light.
And our glances greeting
New birth of our life.
The sapphire of night-time
And harmony, and joy.
You love me endless, tightly.
I love you too, my boy.
We don’t remember something
What was before we met.
I feed you, you are smiling
My arms caress your head.
And nobody are kidding
And nobody in fun.
Though you are fond of teasing
Your Lady number one.
But obviously life-fact
For us and both we know:
Our time began from gold spark,
Became eternal glow.
Let’s kiss each other tender
And say “good night, my Heart.
My Universe, My Angel,
My real second part”.
Unisex poem
I was walking around the lake
Through the beautiful woods to high hills.
Didn’t count grass fields and fast springs,
I was walking around the lake.
And I saw little land of the lake.
It was island with pine-trees and birches.
It was colored like bright autumn torches
In a wonderful land of the lake.
And the system of life is a lake,
Where we sailing toward our best
See mysterious signs in a Text
Reading signs in a dance of the wave.
Deja vu, oh, I knew you before.
Lovely face, all your thoughts and your soul.
And your eyes, when you opened the door
Brought me up to Eternity throne.
And Moon River’s beginning to flow.
And Sun Winds are beginning to blow.
Just your eyes in my mind and my goal.
Greatest news I have already known.
No one finds what it means, but, God’s Sake!
I just want You with me on this lake.
I was walking around the lake
Through the beautiful woods to high hills.
Didn’t count grass fields and fast springs.
I was walking toward you to take.
Seven clues
Somebody praised my shoes
Somebody let me know
That there are seven clues
To open shuted soul.
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The first is called a bell
Long-awaited, sounds well.
Or maybe it’s a knock
Long-awaited, door’s unlocked.
The second is the glance
And making reverence.
The third is called a flash
It seems that walls are crushed.
The fourth is “do you want?”
“No, not yet” – it’s affront.
The fifth is my regret,
But short like tennis set.
`cos sixth is holyday
and we begin our way.
And seventh clue is light
And seventh clue is hight.
It’s maybe sex in bed.
It’s maybe kiss or net
Of feelings, poems, songs
Or luxuries, or scones.
But change scone to a nut
I mean not to get fat.
Or bring me giant rose
Or let me kiss your nose.
The seventh clue is Love
And our happy laugh.
And when we use all seven
We’re flying in a Heaven.
They open our life:
You’re husband, I’m a wife.
We’ve drown in tenderness.
Let’s keep our happiness.
Wounded angel (to H.Simberg`s picture “The wounded Angel”)
I was wounded by cold ice
And for years closed my eyes.
I was wounded by bad guy,
NOONE HEARD MY SILENT CRY.
I was wounded by strong hand
There was scar and quitted land.
Wounded angel in your place,
Wounded angel from the Space.
Nature treats me, air revives.
Angel opens brilliant eyes.
I felt cold knife in my heart.
I felt stopping of my blood.
I touched death pale by my skin.
In few short words I was killed.
Wounded angel in your place,
Wounded angel from the Space.
Something treats me and revives.
Through my lashes shine my eyes.
I felt emptiness and pain
Turning tears into rain.
I felt metal in a chest.
I felt how to be breathless.
Wounded angel will not die
Wounded angel from the sky.
Bring me water from the spring.
Give me honey and a ring.
I will eat and smile and drink.
I will treat my wounded wing.
I will put the ring on heart
And my blood again is hot.
Something treats me and revives.
Angel opens brilliant eyes.
White list
People call me a princess
I am only sixteen.
People call me a beauty
So, I am seventeen.
Someone says I was power,
Someone says I was flower.
And I heard many love prayers,
And you played many love games.
And you look at my face,
And we spell our names.
People say I was gorgeous
I am only eighteen.
People say I was ment-shock
I’ve just came to nineteen.
Someone says I was moon-rise.
Someone says I was sky-prize.
And I heard many love prayers,
And you played many love games.
And you look at my face,
And we spell our names.
I receive angel’s e-mail
When I am twenty one.
I was told I was fairy-tale,
I was told I was Sun.
Someone finds pearls around me,
Someone finds des plumes blanch.
Now I’ve got diamond crown,
Pour toujours je suis ange.
And I heard many love prayers,
And you played many love games.
And you look at my face.
And God knows I’m your blaze.
Mittwoch
Hey, it’s a world of stuffs,
Feelings mere glaze them.
Like some kind of fondue,
Have you ever taste them?
You’ve bought Swiss watch,
For what you’ve bought?
To check the time of our date.
`Cos you don’t live
Without what?
Without me, my great.
Ha, world is stuff
And life is stuff.
And spirit mere glaze them.
It’s seems to be a puff,
Or different kinds of fluff.
I’ve bought new dress,
For what I’ve bought?
Because tonight we’ll go to dance.
`Cos it’s a ball.
A ball of what?
A ball of stars and reigns.
I see your eyes
I hesitate that world is mere stuff.
I see your face and
Just in case…
Okay, I said enough.
You’ve bought a yacht
For what you bought?
To sail with me around what?
`Cos you don’t live without sort
Of things I’ve got a lot.
You thrilled by me,
You hesitate
That life is mere stuff.
You want me, right?
You hold me tight.
And it’s not bluff, it’s love.
I’ve bought a garden
For what I bought?
To pick our flowers just for us.
`Cos you’ve just said me…
Said me what?
You did, you said enough.
Oh, it’s a world of stuffs,
But feelings do not glaze them.
It’s love that makes us love
And choose right things to take them.
We bought our place together.
We ordered finest weather.
We fixed up all details
Combine our stellar days.
To us
We remember sky- blue and a gleam,
Nature showed us her morning-time film.
World around us, the state and a peace.
Nature gave us the morning-time bliss.
And today we just see urbanese,
And accounts decrease and increase.
Racing, sizing and boarding our roads.
And a million faces and words.
And we start up and run or just shout.
We don’t want our visas run out.
Life is visa from nowhere and dark
To a wonderful place we are now.
Huge amounts of venues to live.
Items, values to take and to give.
Many glances and gestures, so on…
But sometimes we must see the milestone.
We must hear the Destiny Bells,
Burry stupid resistance in cells.
Open windows and gateways for new.
Open ears and eyes – black and blue.
Tense our sense, our brain, our view.
Just to see “Oh, my God, it is You!”
You feel bad and completely alone
Used to live not a life, but its clone.
Didn’t feel fire-bird and run fast,
Thinking over the time which is past.
It’s a wrong way, but put on right track.
Put on gas new love-car* and good luck!
And again there are sky-blue and gleam.
Nature shows us her beautiful film.
World around us, the state and a peace.
We are given the glittering bliss.
*love-car - Reynard Cowper’s expression (Brainstorm)
Scene d` amour (listening S. Brightman)
Oh, I love you so much – come to me, get in touch.
Flute is singing its song – lonely night is too long.
Oh, I miss you so hard – I’m not ruling my heart.
Voice is trembling so strong – waiting for you so long.
You don’t want be alone – you are mine, come along.
Come to see me and stay – turn two ways in one way.
There will be a road – made from silver and gold.
There will be a lace – our destiny trace.
There’s a spirit of World, growing here, inside us.
We will make our World, our Planets and Stars.
We will live our life on a top of the World.
Come to see me, and stay. And just tell me a Word.
And all things we possess will be better than dream.
I’ll be happy again play`n my violin.
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