We read the endings
even being around, I began to feel longing, as if I were reading the end of a book. As if extremely observant...
Texts by Valdas Ručinskas
even being around, I began to feel longing, as if I were reading the end of a book. As if extremely observant...
partisans of thought
fighting into the day
a thousand times
against one
the same
tireless
a thought
fall in love…
the most difficult
to believe
that
by itself
the wind is blowing
flowers grow
happily
lives
people…
pure as bunches of grapes
pure as boundless lakes
I repeat to myself and do not collect
more than...