April has passed. Sweat fell on the roofs. In the aortas the rotten water foamed…

Serge MOSKALENKO 

http://msv-main.blogspot.com/2025/03/blog-post.html

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April has passed. Sweat fell on the roofs.

In the aortas the rotten water foamed.

I am again the one who survived and lives,

Multiply by dreams and cities...

And, hundreds of telephone umbilical cords,

Stretched in my past,

From the tension in the name of Love

Ring with their last call...

And burst. They lash into the sky -

With fireworks of copper macaroni...

And somewhere above, at the other ends,

They pick up the phone, say: "Hello?"

☎️