ik wil een camera. een nieuwe. een hele mooie. die scherpe foto's maakt.
hihihi.
en ik wil paintshoppro.
hihihi.
en ik wil paintshoppro.
To me dreamed autumn in the twilight of glass,
friends and you in their clownish crowd,
I as from the skies acquired the blood falcon,
heart to the hand to you got down.
But time went, and aged,
and glokhlo, I,
by the languishing eyes of frame silvering,
Zarya from the garden it poured over glass by the bloody tears of September.
But time went and aged.
And friable as ice, cracked and melted armchairs silk.
Suddenly, loud, you stammered and stikhla,
I sleep as the repercussion of bell, smolk.
I woke up.
There was, as autumn, sinciput dawn, and wind, being moved away, bore, as after the cart the running rain of solomin, the bank of the birches running on the sky.