Thy freedom is merely a figment
While many a playground will burn
So we can deny our confinement
In crevices – void and bygone
.............(ЧГ)
Set fire to every playground
Before they've rejected the game
Before you've appeared earth-bound
Keep flying
Stake out your claim
For someone inside to remain
.............(Ирина Каменская)
By the way - have you seen my reply to Irina's verses? It's called "Two tickets for a ride" and appeared as a kind of my attitude towards your idea of playground.
But of course I should think over the idea of freedom as well...
I haven't realized that you're an interpreter, Irina! Or else I cannot guess where from you know the tongue so well. And - yes, I liked your little poem too. Please don't be cross that I visit your pages so rarely, - lately I don't have much time even to say hello to my close friends... And TM keeps consuming a lot of my time, in fact so much that the idea of stepping down from the editor's position looks very attractive indeed...
Oh, George, how can I be cross with you! I don't want to be considered a person so boneheaded not to take into account your being busy! And couldn't I have but a little hope to gain just a little sparcle of your attention not being your close friend...
As for TM... I would prefer not to forfeit such an interesting person as an editor, you know.
And I have written one more letter, sorry. And I'd be really grateful if you find some time to read it...
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