St. Petersburg

St. Petersburg

My cat is sleeping

My cat is sleeping

this is a very sad little story
I’m not going to talk about it

I would like devilishly to be to another planet!

I have some feeling… some sense…  I have some sense, that  I’m going crazy… I feel that all my rationalism suddenly collapsed.

 I ask you! Do not listen to me! I am afraid that my advice would be lunatic.

Hamlet’s dialogue with his conscience

Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva 

Hamlet’s dialogue with his conscience

-She’s at the riverbed, in algae, covered
With weeds… She went to sleep there,
But there’s no dream there, as it happens.
-But I loved her,
Loved more than forty thousand brothers
Ever could have loved!
-Hamlet!

She’s at the riverbed in algae, covered
With algae!… And her final garland has
Now surfaced by the bank upon a log…
- But I loved her,
Loved more than forty thousand…
-Still less
Than just a single lover could have loved.

She’s at the riverbed, with algae covered.
- But I -
(bewildered)
loved her??

June 5, 1923

"We choose not to each other by accident … We meet only those who already exists in our subconscious." © Sigmund Freud

today

oh…

My soul is inconstancy today… and nobody… However it always happens… and just my cat is with me today…

I can say… Tonight I had a strange dream. It was the  finished story for a book or a movie … I’m not sure that I would write this. 

This evening my new friend spoke very rudely to me… It’s very sad. I was waiting for our conversation and I has received insults…

and yes, I am very upset for this reason.

nobody reads it… so…

We die alone…
We are born alone …
Before and after are the eternity.
It does not matter what is it in the interval?

i am am in the wotld of ropes!!

I am totally concerned about one thing!
How could  Mozart, Beethoven and Vivaldi compose “requiem for the dream” at the same time???