Kaif When thoughts are in heaven
They open their curtain
Kaif When thousands of bright dreams
They will change the meaning of words
A gloomy fairy tale, so familiar and close. For something that smells of book dust and the humid air of the islands, where it is foggy and warm, where it is so easy to get lost and turn into the wind, for example. Yes, the sex is blown by the wind, as in the song. Sultry and gusty, with smells of raw fish and overripe mangoes, hot sands and the moisture of tropical plants. Through the narrow streets of tight cities, where everything smells of the same musky east, where you want to stay, get lost, “disappear” forever.
…Instead of this, you break away from the place and leave, to a cold family. You can’t afford it, even mentally, you can’t. You can’t live your whole life in a humid paradise. It is necessary to communicate with people and tell them how dirty it is there, how intrusive the islanders are, how everything is “just like ours” and even unhygienic, if only they would not find out between the lines or between the sentences that what would have remained, would have disappeared there, would be mid-fruit garbage and dirty sand, among moss-grown temples, burying his face in the stone trunk of Ganesha, pouring with sweat, tears and almost suffocating from the smoky sticks. That’s right. I would have disappeared. Like the wind And I would only be the wind… And they race on surfboards, on hot motorbikes, on plastic garbage on the waves at the shore. And sex, there is no happiness and freedom.
Play with the hems of multi-colored dresses, blow dust off paintings and wooden masks, fly to Sumatra,… it’s nearby))) And then dive into the ocean smelling of coffee, leaving traces of salt on tanned skin, opening its powerful embrace for the umpteenth time. And remember nothing. Forget completely everything that was before. So that there was nothing to be sad about. There was nothing else and period. He will believe that everything is in its place, that if people love, then they are together, but if not, then they start on their way and it is not scary, because that is what everyone does. Because they go and know – the path is the whole meaning, and everything around the entourage is felt. And everything is simple and correct. There is no need for answers, and painful conclusions over a bottle of wine or in a special company, that all answers are just laziness, and laziness is not scary. Not scary at all. You will think, again it was not possible to play people. Not everyone can do that. The most important thing is to have enough willpower not to stop when the faith has almost dried up, and the Sea of Humanity finishes. To die among men without enough fearlessness, and to live with even greater fearlessness.
All the options known to me live the way I don’t want. The unknown scares Zapadney at every turn, and only at the very edge of black despair do they see that he is the long-awaited tortured savior, but only … a new twist.
Kaif – when to naked stars
Don’t be afraid to touch the bridge;
The thrill beckons us to go through it
And melt at the end of the path.
