Liberty Island cadence 265

and again, as on that memorable evening, enchanting music began to play with unusual rhythm and melody...


 a stunning girl with an angelic face in unusual clothes, with long sparkling curls suddenly appeared on the stage...

 and only the bold and open look of her brown eyes betrayed Martina, who disappeared a couple of years ago...

 the same Martina who once extended her hand of friendship to Marie and Rockwell...

 that same Martina who yearns day and night,
 and fading through the world of friends and her beloved...

 the same Martina, on whose search her rich father, and even the special services investigating this sensational anomaly, spent a lot of time, money and effort...


 and now she turns her voice to Ricky and Lucas...

 and to every member of this influential closed club...





 A Fleeting Song by Martina at the «Invisi» Club in the Big Apple

  See…

  We are no longer them with you…
  Not them at all…

  And the concept of s;confluence has acquired its sacramental meaning…

  Look then…
  Look…

  So that the road of your life,
  The path of your entire life,
  Does not become an ordinary road to hell…

  The world of barbarians is pitiful, cruel, and hypocritical,
  Woven entirely from words and thoughts, and the light of neon lamps…
  For them, the cult of money has its own sacral meaning…
  Both the key and the instrument of their life…

  And now the moment comes…
  When the voice of ancestors whispers within you…

  Look then,
  Look…
  So that the road of your life,
  The path of your entire life,
  Does not become a road to hell…

  And wherever the face of your soul is reflected…
  In the ornate mirrors of Fish Island or on the coast of Miami…
  This is merely the outer shell of life…

  Look then,
  Look…
  So that the road of your life,
  The path of your entire life,
  Does not become a road to hell…

  And even when tears roll down your cheeks,
  And the accelerator pedal presses harder and harder into the floor…
  The ring on your finger has dimmed and no longer plays with the light…
  As before…

  Look then,
  Look…
  So that the road of your life,
  The path of your entire life,
  Does not become a road to hell…

  When there’s a wagonload of words — nothing but useless wind…
  And your face falsely shines in the light of electric ramps,
  And it seems to you…
  You are climbing higher and higher…
  But where can you go from the desert of time…

  And inside, it’s still the same all;consuming melancholy…

  Look then,
  Look…
  So that the road of your life,
  The path of your entire life,
  Does not become a road to hell…

  In thoughts and in dreams,
  And in the gravity of the desert of time…
  When behind outward well;being
  The same inner melancholy gnaws away…

  Look then,
  So that the road of your life,
  The path of your entire life,
  Does not become a road to hell…

  Does not become an ordinary road…
  To hell…

  Look then…
  Look…

  So that the road,
  The road of your life…
  Does not become a road to hell…

  Does not become a road to hell…
  An ordinary road to hell…
  An ordinary road…
  To hell…

  Ordinary…
  Ordinary…
  A road to hell…


 the music still continued to play, but Martina, like that memorable evening with Marie and Rockwell, disappeared on the stage...


 and the enchanting music with magical rhythm and melody continued to play and play, as if completing some kind of break and global revolution in the world, changing and replacing all existing patterns of behavior in it...

 peace...
 to which Martina did not want to return even for a second...

 not for a moment...



 ©®Peter Romanoff
 «Liberty Island»