Every poem is a mystical adventurous travel in the esoteric labyrinth of mind and spiritual journey of life to the creative kingdom of cosmic nature. Poetic word is a precious stone of language and fairy abyss of treasures that gives you power to see beauty and pain of the universe. Igor Marinovsky - world citizen who flies on the wings of imagination. Sunday, May 17, 2015. Thursday, May 14, 2015. In the republic of absurd. For the signs and symbols.

Thoughts and musings of the Enlightenment. Whose purchase was his pouch, his house a tun, Critic of actions whatsoever done, That learned dog, at noontide tinned his ligh. Little drops of water, Little grains of sand, Make the mighty ocean And the pleasant land. Thus the little minutes, Humbl.

Sunday, December 28, 2014. Because today you have heard. Because today your friend returned. Because today you have got. Because today your social position. Nor the day before it. That penetrate every your day. Thursday, October 02, 2014. I see the stars that look at the ground,. I see the moon shining in the sky.