My White Japanese Curtain

March… Third of March, two thousands four…

White cover for my window, no cover for my door.

White Japanese, like velvet silk, it’s curtain.

White Japanese rideaux, and no one dirt it.

Enlightened room, enlightened soul, enlightened weather.

So fair sky, so fair morn, white fair desert.

I’d really wanna touch white shield of my protection

By brush and color, just to paint on it - reflection.

My Japanese three meters long protection.

White Japanese. No dots, no words, no question.

2004

YOU(the dialogue)

SHE:

My only one, you are like mountains and plateaus of Grand Canyon.

Like cloudy rivers or Niagara waterfall.

You make me feel and you are only my song.

One of the best creatures in the World.

I wonder, ‘cause you are so perfect man.

As well as diamonds or sky ideal perfection.

The harmony, and second element…

You are like grand chef- d’oeuvre de Mother- Nature.

HE:

There’s no comparisons, you make me feel the same.

I look at you as well as at the ocean.

And feelings are so permanent and plain.

I think of you, it’s like a soul motion.

I found you, when I loose the sense of life.

I found you, and I got again forever.

You are my life, you are my love, my wife.

Please, love me, and don’t go away, no, never.

2003

January 27, Tuesday

Looking to the North

Through window, not my house.

I thought I won jack- pot.

I won your eyes and mouth.

Our legs like roots of trees.

Our hands embrace two bodies.

Tres bon matematique.

We were Greek God and Goddess.

He was so handsome lad,

He treated me like flower.

“A beauty in my bed.” -

He said to me that hour.

2004

I’m painting my body and soul

I’m painting my body with beautiful names

Of people I love, ancient goddess’s names.

I’m painting my body with my own name,

I know it is most, it is first, it is main.

I’m painting my body,

I’m painting my skin.

All flowers and honey,

The velvet and silk.

And somebody wants me for always to him.

And somebody gorgeous had seen me in dream.

Vivaldi’ s four seasons and harmonic mood.

High spiritual reasons, white scar over wound.

I’m painting my body, I’m painting my soul.

Blue blood, soul was bloody.

But I saved my soul.

And my painted body now looks like a list.

And seal on my body is SOMEBODY’ s kiss.

I’m painting my body/soul

With my own name.

And somebody’s name too.

These two will remain.

2003

To Eva

Thank you. You were fond of apple- trees,

Which were forbidden, cautions from Archangels.

You started history of mankind, war and piece –

For those, who read the Bible, know their Angels.

You know, you were so young, how old were you?

So simple way to differ lie and true –

To eat one apple, simply eat an apple.

Today I’m twenty two, I’m giving them a favor.

And apple juice, and vitamins, and savor.

I eat an apple, and I don’t believe this version.

The taste of knowledge… Issue’s controversial.

I’ve got a hope, that everything in life

Have taste of fruits, I know what are temptations.

Despite of all, mom Eva was audacious.

Now boys and girls have got their lovely fashions.

So, Thank you, mama Eva, very much.

But Paradise for apple? That’s too much.

2003

Visage nouveau

Visage nouveau,

Avec la pomme.

Dans restaurant,

A table carre ou rond.

Les yeaux nouveaux

sont verts – amandes.

Ils sont dignee la pomme.

Visage nouveau

Avec la pomme,

Ditez votre prenom,

Votre nom est “Comme”.

Visage nouveau

Avec la pomme,

D’ou vienez vous.

Vous etes tres bon.

Du Angletter

Ou du Russie?

Vous etes de la?

Peut – etre d’ici?

Visage nouveau

Avec la pomme.

A table carre et rond.

2003

Grand Hotels

The space of grand Hotels is something greatest.

Like travel on a cloud in fancy lands.

It’s something unexplainable, et cetera,

Like being here with you, into your hands.

“Four Seasons”, “Carlton/Ritz”, “Hotel du Cap”.

Old castles, where one fireplace like villa.

And both we know, that we don’t want to stop.

Like chocolate and fruits, and sweet vanilla.

Let’s have a secret fun at night, today.

Let’s put on rolls at midnight, quick and quiet.

Let’s take a Digicam to tape it “not for sale”.

We’re checking corridors in non-aggressive free-style.

And on a morning “les cafes au lit”,

“café au lait”, “ espresso” ou “crèmee”.

I love to be with you, and you with me.

Tres bon idée, le mieux, felicite.

To be together is the same as Grand Hotel.

I love to be with you, to see you happy.

And do you know, what is to pay a bell?

But we are rich, have got a lot of money.

We sign our paychecks, say good bye to owners,

And kiss a little cat, which lives in hall.

Our luggage’s outdoor, but we’ll return there.

And now the destination is – at home.

2003

Quatre seasons

Quatre seasons, notre seasons.

La douceur dans le Monde.

C’est je suis en Septembre, Octobre, Decembre.

Je suis bien dans ma peau.

Je t’embrasse, tes cheveaux.

C’est la bague de Cartier.

C’est je suis en Janvier, Fevrier et Juillet.

Tu es bien dans ta peau.

Tu m’embrasse, mes cheveaux.

C’est un mot au cadran.

Mars, Avril va tres bien.

Les seasons de l’Amour.

Notre seasons – nuit et jours.

La douceur est en tout.

C’est Juin, Mai et l’Aout.

La douceur et l’amour

Va tres bien. Pout toujour.

Les seasons, pour toujour.

Va tres bien – temps de nous.

Va tres bien, montre de nous.

Notre douceur est en tout.

2003

Author’s afterword

Dear readers,

I am glad to meet to you here again, on pages of this book. “Pineland” is not only a book, this is the plain description in poems, real life of definite person – the girl of immense beauty and kindness of soul, very young and very interesting on her way to happiness. She has love, she has got talent, she loves this World – its grandeur, its majesty and beauty, its wonderful nature and gifts. Gifts are sky so blue, or white, or red, day, morning, evening or night, sea, ocean, sand, pine-trees on North-West of Russia – the place of woods, hills and lakes, or maybe, simply a northern wind, so cold and fresh, how do you think? It is possible – to open the sense of life, if you simply open the beauty of the World. Whether you live in America or Asia, Africa or East, India or Australia, Russia or France, you will understand this book, because it is written from Nature, for you. You will see, because the World is only One for us, its beauty is its sense, and the sense of its beauty is the sense of our life. Taste of contemplation. Taste of the music of the World. Taste of action. Taste of life.

Thank you for reading my book!

Sincerely yours, with love to you, Vitalia Pak.

October, 2008.

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