Текст песни Juliet Capulet - Урок рисования

Lines
          on a white delicate body of paper,
Converge
          and diverge, bend.
Whirlwinds,
          florid symbols and zigzags,
They wind,
          Compressed, tangled, intertwined.

Strong hands
          painfully familiar tight-fisted handwriting,
Strong hand
          such timid lines.
Griefel squeak,
          and an unexpected pretentious stroke.
The lines,
          that up to the limit then brought me.

Stupid thought,
          this is a spontaneous drawing lesson.
Again on the brink,
          again barely balancing,
Hand on hand,
          and lines alternating,
Pencil
          on paper, as if waltzing around the stage.