Осколки

Ирина Бйорно

Осколки памяти, осколки воспоминаний, осколки жизни… Они притягивают блеском и отталкивают тем, что в них отражается – а это – мы сами. Осколки – в стихах и прозе.

Wings

You gave me wings, so I can fly

You gave me hope, so I can laugh.

You untied my soul with a thread of love,

And you heal my wounds — why should I be surprised?

You kissed my heart so tenderly,

That I believed-you are a miracle,

But you did not love me — you just played

With love and tenderness — as a good actor.

We are both adults and understand everything-

The game of love — for us, it is not something new,

But I want to believe in you — or in faith-

That on stage I’m Ophelia and you’re — Casanova.

You gave me wings — so I could fly,

But we should not climb to heaven together.

I will not lie to you anymore —

I’m leaving the stage. I will not play your game any more.