GALINA
ITALYANSKAYA
Möbius Strip
One more
car passed me by today
I am
coming back, home and dry
It's a
wonder, I know you pray
When it
passes, you breathe a sigh
I would
soothe your heart, but I can't
All is
done for me, all is said
And I
laugh as I hear, “Count
To a
hundred and then forget”
Calculation
has made me old
Sleepless
nights to bewail my dream
What on
earth keeps me in the world
Where I
can't even talk to him?
He's so
far, on another side
Not to
penetrate, nor to flip
I can't
reach him
Perhaps I
might
If we
lived on a Möbius strip
In my
space I was left no choice
So I play
with my lucky find,
Half-asleep,
listening to your voice
Haunting
melody in my mind
“All I
need is hope
That
you'll be with me
Take my
hand and hold
Hold me tight
and live
All you
need is faith
Leave
your doubts and trust
We will
find a place
Home for
us”
Noise
Lies all
around
Lies
everywhere
Adverts
and politics
Broadcast
Online
Lies on
your mind
Curses
and swears
Drop from
your lips
Labels of
mine
What is
the cause?
Where is
the truth?
Why have
you chosen
To paint
me black?
Making it
worse
Thinking
to soothe
Hoping
you're closer
To
getting back
Look in
my eyes!
Hear my
voice!
You're
mistaken
In me so
hard
All of
your lies
Are
nothing but noise
Love is
the beacon
Inside
your heart
Greed
Catch the
sun
And lock
into the cell
To offer
it for sale…
Guy,
you're still not happy.
Make a
sound,
Declare,
“It is mine,
So you
can buy it here,
But do
not dare to copy!”
Let your
thought
Be signed
as solely yours,
Certificated,
patented
To fill
your bank account.
You
forgot,
If you
have ever known,
Guy, what
you really own
Is what
you care about.
One can
swear
The land
belongs to him,
And he
can build his firm,
He has
all needed papers.
He's a
liar.
He only
takes and leaves
Polluted
air and rivers,
Exhausted
soil and people.
When your
heart
Looks for
another heart,
It tries
to reach the stars,
It sings
to someone dear.
Does it
hurt,
If songs
are spread for free?
Is that
your only creed?
To sell
and never share?
Tell me
if
It came
across your mind:
Your
greed would make you blind,
Your
greed would make you poor.
You
believe
That
wealth is worth your soul.
Thus, you
will mute its song
For sure.
GALINA
ITALYANSKAYA
GALINA
ITALYANSKAYA, 42 y.o., born in the USSR in a small
northern town, now living in Russia with her children and working as an English
teacher. Since the early childhood she’s been in love with nature: dense
forests, rivers and lakes, mountains and seas. Actually, its beauty surrounds
her all her life. She has travelled a lot, and it is always a source of
inspiration. Her other interests are photography and art. She loves to draw
pictures, and she hardly can imagine going on a trip or just for a walk without
a camera. Galina has written poetry since her school years. About 10 years ago
she composed her first poem in English, inspired by her friend from abroad. And
thanks to poetry she’s found many good friends all over the world. In 2015 she
joined “Poets Unite Worldwide” group, and some of her poems were published in
their anthologies.
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