“Amerigo Vist Pas or Corset of violet lilies”
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Finally the rain stepped back. Truth (Verity) as a foremother of Peace...
Sun rays caressed sea-salty, chapped and courageous faces.
Everything submitted to the laws of Bliss.
At last exhausted bodies sick and tired of
downpours and storms began to fill with the power of new trials.
Darning of the torn to shred cordages and camisoles*
didn't interfere with the gently moving, thoroughly warming space.

Siesta - a soaring bird . . . . . . .   A bird?!!!
 
...  "Land!" long-expected cry blew away fading expectation.
Columbus opened his eyes, jumped up and stroke his head against the lantern.
He took no notice the pain and rushed out on the animated deck sinking in
the light of the baking sun... Heat... I added cold... and the shower water
began to have caressing shades... It was time to call "911".
 
My beloved girls!!! They have lost me in this oceanic spaciousness.
My body dictated to me the own rules:
" It's time to be found! "  
 
" Hello! Columbus?!... Is that you? I haven't seen you for ages!
Where are you? I'm terribly glad to hear you!!! "
 
I melted in the receiver with warm tints of orange-fruit paradise.
On my lips oozed out sweet and glutinous saliva...
Dizzy height stopped my breath for a moment.
 
" I'm flying to you... Bounty! "
 
 
 
* Camisole - man's sleeveless jacket (historical. XV-XVII century.)
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Micha Maslennikov.
22. 02. 1999
Translation by Cristina Bove.
2004