Author of quotes: Vittorio Sereni

As soboleznuju letter
I left summer in the bend of the road.
Now my tomorrow - the sea, desert,
where there will be neither years nor winters.
Europe, you see Europe? I'll be dead,
limp, in his myth, in cattle, human,
a glimpse of the son, who knew no other foe,
but sad in its hopelessness,
in addition to tenderness ghostly
lakes and foliage steps
lost.
Wearing heat and dust,
I'm going to despair, the tomb of sand
forever.

Dawn over the snow.
On the reverse slope of the mountain
unknown village
murmuring, sending me spring
from the red of their fountains,
from the streams, born in the sun;
they poured the woman in the snow
and singing a song.