Maria.Loving.World

By MariArts Books

Maria.Loving.World episodes

March 12, 2021 Summer_wine_cover
The song I love love love much...
3 min
March 12, 2021 Cover Zveri
The song we used to listen often...
3 min
March 09, 2021 Collection of poetry by Sergei Esenin, translated from the Russian by Alec Vagapov
ScarletLight of Sunset...
I Do Believe In Happiness...
Maybe, It"s Too Late Or, Maybe, Early...
I"m Tired Of Living In My Land...
Canes Have Started Rustling ...
The Stars
There Is The Silly Elation...
You Were Crying On A Quiet Night...
I Will Not Deceive Myself...
What Is Gone Cannot Be Retrieved...
I Do Not Regret, And I Do Not Shed Tears
13 min
March 09, 2021 Standing barefoot
Spring's exhilarating
Tempting days in March
Something's fascinating
In your gentle touch...
Winter seems to pass by
Dark and starry sky
Taking all the duvets
And its lullaby...
Now we're standing barefoot
Seeing eye to eye
It was barely good enough
to say you once 'goodbye'...
So we're standing barefoot
Burst into tears
Watering a thin shoot
That suddenly appears
1 min
March 09, 2021 Open the doors
Open the doors and let me in
I will bring you a warm plaid blanket and dreams
I will bring you a bunch of sunny flowers
I will bring you my prayers and lyrics
let me in and your house will never be silent
let in and hear the joyful children's laughter
let your fear forever go, and forgive everyone
who got off before reaching the station,
which is called love
1 min
March 09, 2021 The skies and March
The sky is the color of the seas,
pastilles, candied fruits
Kilometers of mighty holy lands...
I would write about the sad -
but here's the sunset...
I would like to write about the destinies -
but here it is - March!
I tried hard to cry after
the epochs that raised us have passed away...
How to write about the war if there is ballet?
Flocks of birds, oceans and everlasting jazz?
We eat fruit and drink wine
And we sleep with the windows open at night...
And we dare not to judge anything else,
Except for the truth that each of us is loved...
The one who is needed is risen,
The one who is not needed is fallen.
Anything happens, but let's be honest with ourselves:
The young acacias rule the world
What will you take from a poet
at the beginning of spring?..
2 min
March 05, 2021 A book of infinity
I'm going out of space
entering an abandoned garden
of the lost magnitudes
tunes, fragments, preludes...
Where imaginary prevails over constancy
And self-awareness prevails over causes
And I'm reading a book of infinity
The book of yours
Staying alone without people
The book is leafless
The wild healer
The book of the deep roots
1 min
March 04, 2021 Sun modulation
Sun modulation -
No more frustration
Possible not to wait any further:
Open the doors
Let all the birds fly
Sun modulation -
Nobody can deny
The world is on fire
Beating to pieces
And new shoots are growing
Cause life never ceases
1 min
March 04, 2021 One girl
One crazy girl got him, crazy enough -
tender and never rough,
but deeply wild and authentic
as if she was from tribes, hell knows,
where from she actually was...
She run away from home
at night right in her milk calico,
She wasn't afraid of a damp road,
swamps, evil beasts and goblins...
Her eyes were wild indigo
They said, she must be
evidently cursed or broken...
The whole surrounding avoids her.
She run away to him like a mad princess, disgracing herself, overcoming any distance...
barefoot, she rushed over clover,
moss, wormwood, mud and fields
They said, such madness was worse
than the plague and measles.
But she came running, stubborn,
through the reeds and sedges,
legs bogged down in cold mud,
the dress turned black...
until she was lost and completely sacked
They said, the lost soul, and no use from her
except the heat of young and starving body
and her wild and tight embrace...
Nobody knew the nature of caress
She hid. Indeed.
Why did he need her? She's a fool
that left her own doorstep -
He played enough and cool
down like a young fox.
In another equinox.
But she came running and falling
as if she saw a living God, belonging
to him. What a whim...they said.
And then her wet dress has become too thin.
Where is the edge between the true love and a sin?
But he was worse for her than any poison,
worse than a wolf berry,
[she was a cherry blossom]
He never took her with him,
nor he shared a shelter,
Did he love her or played with her,
couldn't choose it better.
All that he could was loving longer
just to melt her
so that she screamed as loudly as she-wolf
so that it has become their nightly rule.
She run away, then came back
For the sake of one-sided feeling of hers
Well, what remained after him -
a spindle and a jar,
The happiest moments seemed to be so far
She sit by the window with a splinter of past
remembered lust, forgetting pain and sorrow
with no hope for tomorrow she cried...
So that she didn't grow old there,
He strangled her with a kerchief,
with misbelief of her sincerest love
He put her still hot steady body
Into an abandoned boat afloat.
4 min
March 04, 2021 People
I like those people who
do not think they are Gods
do not try to improve their odds
[by all the costs]
do not ask to be a judge
don't try to fudge the facts
avoid the empty words,
prefer their deeds and acts
I like those people
who remain open and real
1 min