Литература и журналистика

[Kelner]

I'm lying among the dry grass
on the field that meets the sky
and is waiting for its sun.
Beyond that the end of the world.
Soft rythm is thrilling my soul:
blue doG is dancing in the clouds of smoke
near bonfire at the end of the world
in a bloody red dawn...
mild wind blows my mind away,
long threads of dreams creep in my hair,
blue doG's sounds quieten my soul.
I'm lying here all alone,
among the dry grass,
that is reaching for the sky,
on the field, watching sun pass on by.

[Теофраст]

это, наверное, что-то вдохновленное стихами Китса или Вордсворта...