Love is given to any
but ...
between employment, money and other
,
day after day,
heart hardens the ground. Over the heart
carry the body, the body
shirt, but this is very
. Only
idiot
put the cuffs, and chest
covered it with starch. From old
repent.
woman makeup. Man makes
ejercicios con sistema Müller,
pero ya es tarde.
La piel multiplica sus arrugas.
El amor florece,
florece,
y después se deshoja.
* * *
2. De niño
Yo fui agraciado en el amor, sin límites.
Pero de niño,
la gente preocupada, trabaja.
And I escaped
the river Rion,
and wandered around doing nothing.
my mother is angry:
"Chiquillo damn!"
My father threatened me with the belt.
But I, I earned three rubles
false
and played with the soldiers under the walls.
Without the weight of the shirt.
without the weight of the spoils,
and I swam in the sun burned Kutais ¹,
until the stitches gave me heart. The sun was amazed
:
"is just as well have a heart
the boy insists."
How does this piece fit into a meter,
the river,
I
and LF peaks?
1 District where the poet was born.
* * *
3.
Adolescent Youth has
thousand jobs.
studied grammar to stun them.
To me, threw me
the fifth year, moth-eaten
and went to prison in Moscow.
home in our small world, for the beds appear
poets of curly hair.
What do they know these lyrical anemic?
To me, then.
taught me to love in jail.
What is worth compared to this, the sadness
the Bois de Boulogne?
What is worth compared to this,
sighs before a seascape?
I, therefore, I fell in love
window 103 ² camera,
the "Office funeral." ³
Some people view the sun every day and is proud
.
"N0 worth much its rays" say.
But I
then
a sunshine yellow,
reflected on my wall,
would have an entire world.
² Number camera from prison where he was imprisoned for a year Mayacovski
. ³
and people called to the prison.
* * *
4. My university
Do you know French,
subtract, multiply
? Declining
beautifully! That decline
!
But, hey,
Did you could sing a duet,
with the buildings? Do you perhaps
language includes trams?
Man sometimes
just hatched and already has books under his arm, and notebooks written
.
I
learned the alphabet on signs,
flipping pages of tin and iron.
Teachers
take the land, the stark
,
the wreck, and teach
:
"All it is just a small balloon, round.
But I learned
elbows with geography.
Not surprisingly I slept well on the ground.
Historians torment themselves with important questions:
- Was not red or Barbarossa's beard?
it be!
I do not like to get into the lies web. Moscow
I know, any of its stories.
Dobroliúbov talk about (to hate him) ¹
but his name is against it, protest
family.
I
since childhood.
learned to hate fat people,
to those sold for a meal.
They sit, chat
,
and to please the lady, sounding their poor
ideas with their heads full of coins.
I conversed only
with buildings,
and water intakes were my interlocutors, with the window
attentive listening ear, roofs
heard what I threw the ear.
And then
night,
about one thing or the other
we spent talking, moving
"sinhueso."
¹ Russian writer, his name means literally
loving kindness: a word of Mayacovski juegfo
* * *
5. Adult
The older people have issues.
blondes have pockets.
Loving?
Please
a hundred rubles.
And I
homeless and homeless
apples in his pockets broken, wandering
amazed.
If at night,
get the best costumes,
rest the soul of widows or married.
To me
Moscow, choked me hugs with their rings
infinite spaces.
In hearts, rings
watch lovers.
couples are exalted in the bed of love.
And I
looking crazed, wild
pulse of the city
sleeping with "The Passion" of their seats.
¹ Enter passions!
Trepáos with love!
From today I do not own heart!
In the others I know, "
the heart is at home,
chest,
anyone knows.
Me,
anatomy went crazy,
'm all heart, and throbs
everywhere.
Oh!
had many springs in twenty years on and full.
The heart has its enclosure, and loading
unspent
is simply unbearable. Unbelievable
,
not the verse,
truth.
¹ "The Passion" square in Moscow, Pushkin Square today.
