Белоус, Е. В. Не о любви. Rondom play / Екатерина Белоус. - Мурманск : Рекламная полиграфия, 2003. - 55, [1] с. : ил.

“There’s no sense in being freaky”, Does it matter what they say? Each of us his own mender, Give up cleaning up this mess, Time is soft and time is tender, Time is eager to caress. *** He doesn’t care for carnal love ‘Cause carnal love is mean; He’d rather feed the Swanky Bird That safely lives within. He doesn’t know the simplest words: To live, to strive, to die. His schemes are always crystal clear: He loves to typify. He doesn’t care for common sense That everyone does need - It’s all too plain: he would prefer Delusions of the weed. You madly try to wake him up - But all - alas - in vain. He’s never been beside himself - His very own domain. The words that burn, The words that thrill, The words that sound uncouth - The pretty vice of pretty age, The blindness of the youth. And so he strives, And so he craves, He dares and he dashes - But life will coyly sneak inside And blow it all to ashes. 50