A short, purposely unfinished poem about Vladimir Putin. He has been a strong positive constant in my life for more than a decade, a living epitome of my homeland, a mystical image, a sacred presence, and I shudder to think of his death. He's 59 now, I'm bound to outlive him. I want ...
Русский перевод моего немецкого стихотворения "Aus dem Licht", написанного по мотивам рамышлений о просмотре несуществующей экранизации Чёрной Книги Арды.