Someone is singing Silence, probably.
Behind the silence Someone is crying.
It must be Time longing.
\ Eugene Gilvik \
We have not lost Eternity.
We did not have another sooner:
We did not know how to turn it into everyday life, In meadows, in clouds,
In words and deeds, Clear to people.
But for ourselves, we saved it. It was not very difficult.
And sometimes We suddenly became clear that Eternity - we ourselves.
Eugene Gilvík
What should you do, To date?
It has become a place where time treats you with friendliness,
Where even the walls are allowed to you To pass directly through them,
Where can you eat the space, Like an apple torn from a tree,
Where corners with great pleasure Praise the circle,
Where from the earth at any moment Can the source sprinkle transparent
And where everything about you cares for All, except for yourself,
For in these waves of friendliness you forget about yourself.
Eugene Gilvík
Behind the silence Someone is crying.
It must be Time longing.
\ Eugene Gilvik \
We have not lost Eternity.
We did not have another sooner:
We did not know how to turn it into everyday life, In meadows, in clouds,
In words and deeds, Clear to people.
But for ourselves, we saved it. It was not very difficult.
And sometimes We suddenly became clear that Eternity - we ourselves.
Eugene Gilvík
What should you do, To date?
It has become a place where time treats you with friendliness,
Where even the walls are allowed to you To pass directly through them,
Where can you eat the space, Like an apple torn from a tree,
Where corners with great pleasure Praise the circle,
Where from the earth at any moment Can the source sprinkle transparent
And where everything about you cares for All, except for yourself,
For in these waves of friendliness you forget about yourself.
Eugene Gilvík




















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