Senespero kaj malplena

There is no hopelessness: all hopelessness is the vision of "blind" people.

Everything is emptiness, everything is beyond the line… Everything is a failure and ridiculous — There is a glass of holy water, And Life is very fierce right now. Poster, crooked, nailed to the wall, The hand is shaking; And the light is in the window; And, a gray ghost, the resulting fog — Maybe it's real, or maybe it's a hoax. In the hands of a pistol; The barrel at the temple; He left the World only to look down on it. Well, what's up there? And there's nothing there… The angels say: "Everything around here is sinful! Everything, just like your world. Why was it necessary to leave? I don't understand..." And the answer to them is like this: "I'm tired of that. I wanted another one. But, I made a mistake choosing the ways, My life has dissolved, And now she can't be found… And now it can't be returned, You can only look at it..." And the Angel, the girl turned out to be, And she stayed with the new deceased for the night. She doesn't care that he's suicidal, It's impossible, just, not to fall in love with him. Into his beautiful black eyes, Into his soul — it's not a pity for him and the night. And the world around them is emptiness, Everything seems to be broken, everything seems to be wrong; He's kind of dead, and he's kind of alive… So is the Angel fake? "No, the Angel is real, alive. Take a closer look – she lives next to you. I was just saving you from death, I fell in love and left with you: Into your world, into your emptiness - Leaving the native expanses, and beauty ... " Morning, dawn, the sun hits right in the eyes, He is alive; she is not alone–she is with him. Tenderness, trust – there is no such sharpness. There is one conclusion: "Love is the best remedy for emptiness..."