поэтический перевод "РАСПАХНУЛА ПОСЛЕДНЮЮ ДВЕРЦУ…"
Now, I opened the last door. It’s so easy.
But I lost all my keys in the haze.
The remainder of tierces makes breezy
All my life on the man's seventh maze.
Take French leave. No, I can’t. Look around.
All this reticence mist - not for me.
Breath, the sea, one more step on the ground –
All I take for my trip to be free.
Is this sadness, affection? I don’t care.
Only fragments of chains on milestones.
Midas, I'm not your wife. Are you scare?
Bona Dea watching you hears your groans.