Does Vodka Cause Impotence

fond memory of Joseph Brodsky dedicate.

Life - hills, hills,
Plain - Is always death ...
Brodsky

Well, let him pluck the drop from the sky,
him hit the shot in the chest.
Even if the profit flow into fiction,
anyway ago not rotate.

Stars let frustrated with cornice »,
Here, we never let them find it.
Give me a life-long visa,
To go beyond the pale.

Give Visa space and depth,
Glance touch the Earth's core.
and hills, rivers and valleys -
All I want to see inside.

Time and space are leaving,
of the fragments bright light,
from the ruins of a lost paradise,
Hill construc I am to you.

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