In memory of those who died
We weep and walk away.
Tears run into swollen streams.
No trace of us remains.
Even those who grieve are gone,
And those that grieve who grieve,
And those whose lives are ravaged by
A frantic urge to be,
And those who wander silently
Among the empty rooms:
Immortality is theirs,
Though they must vanish, too.
We bear astonished witness to
The passage of the soul.
No bridge exists that can connect
Our passion to the whole.
(By Domenico Scarlatti)
P.S. Etot stih posvyashchaetsya moim druz'yam , kotorye pogibli v avtokatastrofe zimoi 2003 goda! Ya ne byla ryadom s nimi...i eto moi sposob skazat' "Proshchaite" im..... Mne tyajelo bez vas...mne vas ne hvataet.....