to Live

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Heinali with Maria Navrotskaya – To Live

so desperately, with passion, selflessly, for real, deep, easy, for a long, fast, tenderly, sour, together, just, laughing, for fun, for kicks, hot, brightly, bitterly, madly, crying, silently, happily, drunk, by the side, like a little bird, like the morning sun, like the smell of books, like a soapy wings, like a surf, to be diverse, plain and dangerous, in a free conscience, in a salt not briny, to walk with the niece Didi, so you wouldn’t´t walk away, to switch the lights with a switch, to be a dreamer up to the elderly, to learn to get along without you, to be friends with the Clockwork Bird, to wear a chintz dress with polka dots, to handle freedom with care, to drink holy water in the morning, by tremor, by whisper, crying out of pain, be tormented of laughter, again, once more, windy, in bare foots, tumbling, like a holiday, like a miracle, to bury yourself in a sand, to search for the right sock in the morning, to blink, to ogle each other, to think up fairy tales together, to continue the phrase, how did I fell in love at the first sight, in time, not in time, was praying to God, choose That path, to be a little crumb, to devour a jam with a spoon, without X-rays, without damaged genes, by the bridges, by the heels, coffee con truffles, holding hands, legs, giraffes necks, wet heads, open hearts, sleepy evenings, without past, without bygone, soft kisses, hard week days, maroon fate, paper with scribbles, to eat the top crust of bread, to breathe in the ear, brave eyes, lipstick-less lips, cold noses, secretly, with tears, full speed right ahead, eating the almond of bitterness,in a bathroom, excited by the fluent line, to see you again, when nose is bleeding, fuck you cancer, to feed the pigeons, to loose in a lottery, to be a fairy for a child, to hug the friend Viko, to fly far away in the airplane, gasping out of happiness, crying out of excitement, remembering no evil, crumpled jacket, yesterday´s saucepan with the porridge, with the experience which is not necessary for anybody, clattering, bell ringing, here and now, to live only once… God, how I want to live!

Maria Navrotskaya died in 2010.

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