If ever you leave for a moment,
I shall bury my face in a cloud –
And wretched shall then be the Earth.
Neither rain,
Nor snow,
Nor sun,
Only sorrow shall pour from above,
'n' wash the last footsteps away
Of the dream,
Which is parting with me
To become a Black Sunday.
Neither path,
Nor a dream,
Nor a cry.

If ever you leave for a moment.

The first of my research articles to be published in an European academic journal, Tekstualia, Poland.

ABSTRACT:

The article studies the impact of a state policy of restriction of access to and influence of Western music on music entertainment and production in countries in the Eastern Bloc during the 1960s-1980s, focusing...

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He rode her madly
fearing badly
She might not withstand
His Prickness le Grand

He wielded some staff
to churn up enough
both spirit and slit -
What fires he...

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