Your Schizophrenia & Roxana Rain - Последний Сон
Channel: Natalia Drepina
Date: 2018-08-27

Последний сон (альбом Inumbrante Vespera).
Музыка: Your Schizophrenia 
https://vk.com/your_schizophrenia
https://yourschizophrenia.bandcamp.com/
Текст, чтение: Мария Петрова
https://vk.com/mariapetrovaphoto
Видео: Наталья Дрепина
В главной роли: Мария Петрова

The last dream (album Inumbrante Vespera).
Music: Your Schizophrenia
https://vk.com/your_schizophrenia
https://yourschizophrenia.bandcamp.com/
Text, reading: Maria Petrova
https://vk.com/mariapetrovaphoto
Video: Natalia Drepina
Starring: Maria Petrova

The last dream ...

August erases the border between summer and autumn. He sprinkles rain
as a seed of sorrow and sadness, melancholy and loneliness, nurturing
them with silence. In the cool breath, there are echoes of the rapid
death of grasses, trees and insects. I'll die with them. I feel like
my feet are falling into the wet earth, the streams of rain are
falling down the face facing the sky... whose tears are these? mine or
the sky? Gray haze erases the memories of summer, and it seems to me
as if it never existed, there was no hope that it would be possible to
avoid the inevitable. I breathe out the cold, which I didn't manage to
melt in the summer, close my eyes and my thoughts mix with the birds
cries, the figure fades into a fog and it seems that this is a lonely
dried tree in the middle of a field with broken branches. Everything
here breathes despair. The roads lead to nowhere, I walk along them
for so long, but the landscape around doesn't change. I just trampled
helplessly in one place.
August continues to sow its seeds, their roots sprout into my heart
and lungs, into my mind and dreams. Silence around becomes physically
palpable and squeezes me like a little moth in my palms. The wings are
broken, the pollen is worn out, crumbled like dust. I cann't escape
and avoid a collision with time. To break out of this cocoon of
emptiness, you have to break up on its flow. And when cold autumn
rains break through the gray sky, time will go down again, and black
birds with empty eye sockets,  with hoarse cries will announce another
death.