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In the prison of art Ivory tower The Sassanids pass in the distance Helis and Stukas don’t notice us In the lonely fortress of beauty Scraps of words from unknown languages ​​are being blown out of the Caucasus by the wind Into the ears and eyebags of dreams and intuition At the center of conflicting energies Pole fields tug at the substance Feet and bones burn Within the sacred limits of pure art Where even the lemon trees wither and radioactivity dominates the ideal concept of dividing pure...

In the prison of art Ivory tower The Sassanids pass in the distance Helis and Stukas don’t notice us In the lonely fortress of beauty Scraps of words from unknown languages ​​are being blown out of the Caucasus by the wind Into the ears and eyebags of dreams and intuition At the center of conflicting energies Pole fields tug at the substance Feet and bones burn Within the sacred limits of pure art Where even the lemon trees wither and radioactivity dominates the ideal concept of dividing pure...

Poems – bigger than life Poets – more important than death Punching Wagons Revolution Sad dogs Hunger The NKVD The girls are used as hot-water bottles in our ice-cold beds Bring us more hot water bottles and more poems From the publishing house Poet and poetess we want to be Artists The German crowd despise Mutti sends remittances Bank book Cheap cigarettes Red wine – bulls blood We are being monitored Dresden 1987

Poems – bigger than life Poets – more important than death Punching Wagons Revolution Sad dogs Hunger The NKVD The girls are used as hot-water bottles in our ice-cold beds Bring us more hot water bottles and more poems From the publishing house Poet and poetess we want to be Artists The German crowd despise Mutti sends remittances Bank book Cheap cigarettes Red wine – bulls blood We are being monitored Dresden 1987

Transform life into digits 0101010101 kisses an eye brow lips a foal dirty snow the pain in your heart into random numbers how does that feel to reshape a smile from digits a bone 3000 years old printing memories to plastic 3d coarse missing data the tectonic fissures of Kyber Pass 31.01.2017

Transform life into digits 0101010101 kisses an eye brow lips a foal dirty snow the pain in your heart into random numbers how does that feel to reshape a smile from digits a bone 3000 years old printing memories to plastic 3d coarse missing data the tectonic fissures of Kyber Pass 31.01.2017

A student made of snow A soft moon with dark shaded eyes Lays in a cyber elastic negligee At the Mies chaise lounge She asks me about the champagne picnic Near Baku Would we meet Or would we miss again Or should she come to Dagestan Or better to Derbent Where she was chained once before To the lion beasts at the city walls And a loud feast began And 1001 men screaming for life Chanting and beating For their dream of falling in her thighs To taste her holy source Of joy and wild desire Like th...

A student made of snow A soft moon with dark shaded eyes Lays in a cyber elastic negligee At the Mies chaise lounge She asks me about the champagne picnic Near Baku Would we meet Or would we miss again Or should she come to Dagestan Or better to Derbent Where she was chained once before To the lion beasts at the city walls And a loud feast began And 1001 men screaming for life Chanting and beating For their dream of falling in her thighs To taste her holy source Of joy and wild desire Like th...

Desert shadow Rolling bushes Roller Peripheries A highway to the coast And up to 31 floors On Friday 13 Liquid filter opens real gaze Lift shift remove layer The life is a film Most uncertain Is the most probable My fried brain Smoked to drain Body balance me Sand patches between steppe grazers Saguramo - Dzalisi 13.11.2022

Desert shadow Rolling bushes Roller Peripheries A highway to the coast And up to 31 floors On Friday 13 Liquid filter opens real gaze Lift shift remove layer The life is a film Most uncertain Is the most probable My fried brain Smoked to drain Body balance me Sand patches between steppe grazers Saguramo - Dzalisi 13.11.2022

Paris In the studio Above the Champs des Elysees The huge mirror Of the world Shifting continental shelves Berliner painting Red blue 7000$ Bitcoin Oil to Zero Epic Economic fights Speculation about an enemy A global people control After the war on drugs or terror “It” started the war on health New York City Mandarin duck at China Town Manhattan Lovers on the World Trade Center 21 December 1998 Alone from the bar on top of the world In the heavy wind a fast kiss Two pigeons hiding The sad mus...

Paris In the studio Above the Champs des Elysees The huge mirror Of the world Shifting continental shelves Berliner painting Red blue 7000$ Bitcoin Oil to Zero Epic Economic fights Speculation about an enemy A global people control After the war on drugs or terror “It” started the war on health New York City Mandarin duck at China Town Manhattan Lovers on the World Trade Center 21 December 1998 Alone from the bar on top of the world In the heavy wind a fast kiss Two pigeons hiding The sad mus...

The chilled glass with the delicious tones of tropical flowers, straw, honey, sun, apple, melon, citrus and notes of quince, mint, ginger, grapefruit and pepper was empty. Tsinandali, 25.04.2020

The chilled glass with the delicious tones of tropical flowers, straw, honey, sun, apple, melon, citrus and notes of quince, mint, ginger, grapefruit and pepper was empty. Tsinandali, 25.04.2020

A fly Below the Saksaul A white line A dead camel, bones Ants, on the rotten skin Barren horizon, a moon Tracks into space, concrete, Industrial wasteland, very far to Aral Miles of freight trains to Russia go along the flat lakes with the millions of birds Fresh water from Pamir to Kattakurgan I take my Cabrio ride with my maps, clock, glass First to Sharshara Tandyr-Kebab caraway lamb and pine and then Over the pass with the Chinese traders to Fergana I buy a grey quail, a chukar partridge,...

A fly Below the Saksaul A white line A dead camel, bones Ants, on the rotten skin Barren horizon, a moon Tracks into space, concrete, Industrial wasteland, very far to Aral Miles of freight trains to Russia go along the flat lakes with the millions of birds Fresh water from Pamir to Kattakurgan I take my Cabrio ride with my maps, clock, glass First to Sharshara Tandyr-Kebab caraway lamb and pine and then Over the pass with the Chinese traders to Fergana I buy a grey quail, a chukar partridge,...

Nobody has the power over the images, nobody owns the world. The digital wave has thrown the old reactionary art into a smoking shambles. Our flowing consciousness follows the billions of pictures. From the first blink to the last dying gaze. These are the strong, unique and beautiful as terrible images that our existence does worth living: Mother, the first Christmas, a great love, own children, a line in the desert or the sea’s horizon. The unexpected images enlighten us. Against the reign ...

Nobody has the power over the images, nobody owns the world. The digital wave has thrown the old reactionary art into a smoking shambles. Our flowing consciousness follows the billions of pictures. From the first blink to the last dying gaze. These are the strong, unique and beautiful as terrible images that our existence does worth living: Mother, the first Christmas, a great love, own children, a line in the desert or the sea’s horizon. The unexpected images enlighten us. Against the reign ...