Lev Brekhman Poems

The whisper you hear
Behind one's own back,
A tiniest smear
Or trying to break?
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DRY TEARS
Dry tears don't run,
They only burn.
Believe, this is not fun,
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Decreasing self-regard
Is similar to a fall.
You're staying on your guard,
But not enough for all.
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LABELIZATION OF THE WORLD*
Postmodernism is just a label.
It's not a movement, nor event.
Umberto Eco is not able
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The youth is just beginning,
After sixty years.
What is the life? The spinning
I draw from deepest depth.
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Something dark I see in sex…
Dark and very ominous.
Yes, akin a nightly see -
Waves at play, so furious…
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