Saturdays / Mood / Drowned stars | Poems by Petya Dubarova, 1962-79
Petya Dubarova Saturdays On Saturdays I'm unappreciated - wild, flexible, and lively as a lynx. And tiredness, having turned into...
Petya Dubarova Saturdays On Saturdays I'm unappreciated - wild, flexible, and lively as a lynx. And tiredness, having turned into...
Petya Dubarova Dedication On chilly night, when drunk on rum, sleep wallows in my attic room, the moon grows darker...