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January BEACHES (Sergey Timofeev)

The sea recedes from coast
toward the horizon, leaving white
field. The girl who collects
bottles of perfume, Marshall
them on the table in the overheated room.
She plays them as a player, as a
court choreographer, inventing balls
glass celebration. Next to the bar,
pretentiously named in honor of the Cuban capital,
a man in a black hat sets
your synthesizer jazz harmony.
He sings of his hat pulled down over black
for the company, focusing on the weekend
in walking distance. Ferocious
the wind rushes through the streets, as a blank
neck bottles thrown, shops,
cluttered with dusty merchandise - dark.
And in a small bar without a title
intelligent man in green sweater,
Standing behind the counter, pouring coffee
full lady, not starring coat.
Abandoned houses are surrounded by a more or less
inhabited streets. The lit restaurant
on the second floor - children's party,
there unraveling the mysteries. With twilight
the wind gets stronger and not let the sea. But
if you go to the beach vymerzshy - sky,
it unfolds. Night and the wind,
thousands of empty houses. Coast plays
in their games, in their glass shape.
The man in the black hat begins
new tune.