..With hope and longing

Here is a loudspeaker, but instead of the sound, the light comes out.

What can be explained more or add?

All the rest is a mistake. But я

один сидю на плинтуаре

тёмной ночкой,

Abyssus abyssum invocate.

The periphery of the cost, a ridge,

and a cliff, but slightly blue. A

figure of a loudspeaker.

O Mr. Loudspeaker, why are you

not a warlord?

What can fit in that womb, just a

stalk of light?

Impossible, worldly construction.

Reorganization of the world order

by mediation pillar in Alst.

The text turns again, and here it

is again about love:

Depart from course, freeze in a

ray of light.

Solar eclipse, flashes of light.

What shines for me there, on the

banks of the Dender?

Whose eye is this? In fact, I often

find myself like this alone, on the

riverbank.

This has happened before. I

would like something to be heard

from the loudspeaker.

But maybe it should not be music,

not a voice, but light?

Highlight Tartaria, here!

Never let me down again

Highlighting a secluded place

(shelter)

Speaking out of the way

Face to face In this place, street,

alley, nooks, and crannies, there is no one, not a single soul.

Light dissolves in water.

How does the light smell?

Where did the smell go?

Look at this pillar.

To whom are the monuments erected?

Goodbye!