Tonight the dead visited me.
New graves and old centuries;
Came to me as if I were a victim,
Came to me like things to a color of transience.
Tonight seas visited me,
All withered, with no waves and foam,
The dead wind blew from the mountains,
It tried to move the universe.
Tonight happiness visited me,
The one of dead souls, and the dream of a dead rose,
Tonight there were all of dead springs,
And dead fragrances circle everywhere.
Tonight love came to me,
Dead love from all ages,
In love, hugged by death,
Under the kiss of dead memories.
And everything that ever existed,
Everything that had its shadow once,
Everything which will never,
Ever come back again - came to me.
There were dead clouds,
Dead time with a day's history,
There were fallen rays:
All of Selena was pressed by nirvana.
And nirvana then had
The gaze which a human eye doesn't:
Without a shape, without happiness, without sorrow,
A gaze dead and deeply empty.
And that gaze, as if it was some stone,
Fell onto me and dreams,
Onto future, onto the far space,
Onto ideas, and all new thoughts.
Tonight the dead visited me.
New graves and old centuries;
Came to me as if I were a victim,
Came to me like things to a color of transience.
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