Paint the seventh Sonata,
the deepest dark blue,
of the Spheres of planets up There.
Look, the rhythm of the heart
forms a horizont, which
it reduces my suffering to.
All the hopes are dashed...
Paint on glass, take a piece! –
they are carrying the canvases out.
Look, the Angel has cleaned
both the wings and the cross,
and the posts are patrolling by Guards.
Put aside all your fears,
so useless are doubts,
and your skeptical, cynical gaze! –
For this painting today,
the Almighty will smile
and forgive in an instant your sins.
September 17, 2009
Нарисуйте мне музыку. Paint the music of Spheres
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