The Energy of Nostalgia
In nostalgia, we fly to where we were once happy, where we were loved so that we could recharge. Because we quietly die from the emptiness and hopelessness of today...
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Deus Aderit
I remember you, sea. And I know who you are. You are God.
“Start making pauses in the words”
“And dreaming we were riding on a horse / we just kept running pointlessly in circles.” — Andrey Makarevich, translated by Liliya Garipova.
“В тихом зале”
Мы останемся шорохом, облаком, пылью, / Догорающим вечером, образом милым / В недописанных хрониках нашей Земли. — стихотворение Лилии Гариповой.