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Дальний берег
Неслышное дыхание
Путь877
ПрефиксMyPoems
Марку Белицкому
Когда играют джаз, я вижу дальний берег -
неведомый, чудной, приснившийся давно.
Когда играют джаз, я до смешного верю
в придуманное мной, неснятое кино.
И кадры как листва, подхваченная ветром,
стремительно летят, причудливо дрожа.
А я, как контрабас, бубню заикой – Верьте…
Когда играют джаз. Когда играют джа…
Взошедшая луна пронзит хмельную душу
без водки, без иных пьянящих глупых средств.
Когда играют джаз, его лишь нужно слушать,
а после не грустить, мучительно прозрев.
Накатанной волной, проверенной дорогой
расходимся опять, как раньше, всякий раз.
Но кажется мне вдруг, чуть слышно и не строго,
что стал я чуть мудрей, пока играли джаз.
More about creation background and etc ...
15 окт. 2006 г.
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Автор исполнитель песни на мои стихи
Белицкий Марк
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