My personal translation of poetry fragment "Obsessed" by Lesya Ukrainka
Oh my God! He is alone again.It is worse than in the desert.These people are harder than stone.Yonder disciple lies who is considered dearest to the Teacher.He slumbers like all, perhaps his sleep is sounder than othersbecause he is the youngest. I am alone awake.I suffer together with him here.But I am dumb as wall. Nobody notices me.I am like sha
Necessary Roughness
Softly your hands move over my body Softly your thoughts move over my soul Harshly and mercilessly your body crushes the physical Me Harshly and mercilessly your thoughts crush the immaterial Me There is blood. And also lots of pleasure The more blood, the more and deeper the pleasure The more brutality, the more and deeper the realness The more te