ΠΠΠ ΠΠΠΠΠΠΠΠ - Π‘ΠΠΠ ΠΠ’ΠΠΠΠΠΠΠ
ΠΡΠΎ Π±Ρ ΡΡ Π½ΠΈ Π±ΡΠ», ΠΠ΅ Π΄ΡΠΌΠ°ΠΉ ΠΎ ΡΠ΅Π±Π΅ ΡΠ»ΠΈΡΠΊΠΎΠΌ. Π’Π²ΠΎΡ ΡΠ²ΠΎΠ±ΠΎΠ΄Π° - ΠΊΠΎΠ»ΡΡΠΎ ΡΡΠ°Π»ΠΈ, ΠΠ±ΠΈΡΠ°Ρ Π² Π΄Π΅ΡΡΠΊΠΎΠ΅ Π³ΠΎΡΠ»ΠΎ ΠΏΡΡΡΡΡΠΊΠ°, ΠΡΠΊΠΎΠΌΠΈΠ½Π° ΡΡΠ΅ΡΠ½ΡΡΠΎΠΉ Π½Π° Π·ΡΠ±Π°Ρ ΡΠΌΠ°Π»ΠΈ. Π’Π²ΠΎΡ ΡΠ²ΠΎΠ±ΠΎΠ΄Π° - Π³Π»ΠΎΡΠΎΠΊ Π²ΠΎΠ΄Ρ ΠΠ° Π²ΠΎΠ·ΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ½ΠΎΡΡΡ Π΄ΡΡΠ°ΡΡ, ΠΏΡΠΎΡΠΈΡΡ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΠ΅Π½ΡΡ, ΠΠΎΠΆΠ°, ΡΠΎΠ·Π³Π°ΠΌΠΈ ΡΠΏΡΡΠ΅Π½Π½Π°Ρ ΡΠΎ ΡΠΏΠΈΠ½Ρ ΠΠΎ Π½Π°Π³ΠΎΡΡ ΡΠ΅ΡΠ΄ΡΠ΅Π±ΠΈΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡ. Π‘Π²ΠΎΠ±ΠΎΠ΄Π° ΡΠ²ΡΠ·Π°Π½Π½ΡΡ ΡΠΊΠΎΡΡΠ΅ΠΌ ΡΡΠΊ, Π‘Π²ΠΎΠ±ΠΎΠ΄Π° ΠΈΡΠΏΡΡΡΠ²Π°ΡΡ ΠΊ ΡΠ΅Π±Π΅ ΠΆΠ°Π»ΠΎΡΡΡ, Π§Π΅ΡΠ½ΠΎΠΉ ΠΎΠ±ΠΈΠ΄Ρ ΠΏΡΠΎΠ³Π»ΠΎΡΠ΅Π½Π½ΡΠΉ Π²ΠΎΠΏΠ»Ρ Π·Π²ΡΠΊ, ΠΠ½ΠΈΡΡΠ°Ρ ΠΌΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠ΄ΠΎΡΡΠΈ ΡΡΠΎΡΡΡ. Π‘Π²ΠΎΠ±ΠΎΠ΄Π° Π±ΡΡΡ ΠΌΠ΅ΡΡΠ²ΡΠΌ Π±Π΅Π· Π²ΡΡΠΊΠΈΡ ΠΏΡΠΈΡΠΈΠ½, ΠΡΠ·Π³Π°Ρ Π³ΠΈΠ»ΡΠ·ΠΎΠΉ ΠΎΡΡΡΡΠ΅Π»ΡΠ½Π½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ ΠΏΠ°ΡΡΠΎΠ½Π°. Π‘Π²ΠΎΠ±ΠΎΠ΄Π°, ΡΡΠ°Π²ΡΠ°Ρ Π±ΠΎΡΠΎΠ·Π΄ΠΎΠΉ ΠΌΠΎΡΡΠΈΠ½, Π‘ΠΎΠ³Π½ΡΡΠ°Ρ Π³Π»ΡΠ±ΠΈΠ½ΠΎΠΉ ΠΏΠΎΠΊΠ»ΠΎΠ½Π° ΠΠΠ ΠΠΠΠΠΠΠΠ - Π‘ΠΠΠ ΠΠ’ΠΠΠΠΠΠΠ ΠΠΠ ΠΠΠΠΠΠΠΠ - Π‘ΠΠΠ ΠΠ’ΠΠΠΠΠΠΠ Π’Ρ ΡΡΠΎ Π»ΠΈ ΡΠΎΡ, ΠΊΡΠΎ ΠΊΡΠΈΡΠ°Π» - Ρ ΡΠ²ΠΎΠ±ΠΎΠ΄Π΅Π½? ΠΠ΅ ΠΏΠΎΠ½ΠΈΠΌΠ°Ρ Π³Π»ΡΠΏΠΎΡΡΠΈ ΡΠ»ΠΎΠ². Π― Π²ΠΈΠ΄Π΅Π» ΡΠ΅Π±Ρ ΠΈ ΡΠ΅Ρ ΡΡΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΠ½ Π‘ ΡΠΎΡΡΠ°ΡΠΈΠΌΠΈ ΠΎΡΡΡΠΈΡΠΌΠΈ ΡΠΎΡΠΊΠΎΠ². Π― ΡΠ»ΡΡΡ Π±Π΅Π·Π»ΠΈΡΠΈΡ ΠΌΠ΅ΡΡΠ²Π΅Π½Π½ΡΠΉ Π·Π°ΠΏΠ°Ρ . ΠΠ½ΠΎ Ρ Π½ΠΎΠ³ΠΈ Π½Π° Π½ΠΎΠ³Ρ ΡΠΎΠ»ΠΏΠ°ΠΌΠΈ ΠΌΠ½Π΅ΡΡΡ. Π§ΡΠ΄ΠΎΠ²ΠΈΡΠ΅ ΡΠ°Π±ΡΡΠ²Π° Ρ Π΄Π΅ΡΡΠΌΠΎΠΌ Π½Π° Π»Π°ΠΏΠ°Ρ Π‘Π²ΠΈΠ½ΡΠ΅ΠΉ ΡΠ°ΡΡΠΎΡΠΎΠ²ΠΎΠΉ ΡΠ°Π·ΠΎΠ±ΡΠ΅ΡΡΡ. ΠΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° Ρ ΠΎΡΡ ΠΊΡΠΎ-ΡΠΎ, ΠΏΡΡΡΡ Π΄Π°ΠΆΠ΅ ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΠ½, Π£ΡΡΠ°Π½Π΅Ρ ΠΎΡ ΡΠΊΠΎΠ²Π°Π½Π½ΠΎΠΉ Π΄ΡΡΠΈ Π±ΠΎΠ»ΠΈ, Π‘Π²ΠΎΠ±ΠΎΠ΄Π°, ΡΠΊΡΡΡΠ΅Π½Π½Π°Ρ Π² ΡΠ΅ΡΠΏΠ°Π½ΡΠΈΠ½, ΠΡΡΡΠ½Π΅ΡΡΡ ΡΡΡΡΠ½ΠΎΡ Π²ΠΎΠ»ΠΈ. Π ΠΏΡΡΡΡ ΡΡΠΎ Π±ΡΠ΄Π΅Ρ Π²ΡΠ΅Π³ΠΎ Π»ΠΈΡΡ ΡΠ°Π³ ΠΡΠΏΡΡΠΌΠ»Π΅Π½Π½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ Π³ΠΎΡΠ΄ΠΎΡΡΡΡ ΡΠ΅Π»Π°- ΠΠ΅Π½Π°Π²ΠΈΡΡΡ, ΡΠΊΠΎΠΌΠΊΠ°Π½Π½Π°Ρ Π² ΠΊΡΠ»Π°ΠΊ, Π ΡΠ΅Π±Π΅ ΡΠ°ΠΌΠΎΠΌΡ ΠΠ΅Π· ΠΏΡΠ΅Π΄Π΅Π»Π° ΠΠΠ ΠΠΠΠΠΠΠΠ - Π‘ΠΠΠ ΠΠ’ΠΠΠΠΠΠΠ ΠΠΠ ΠΠΠΠΠΠΠΠ - Π‘ΠΠΠ ΠΠ’ΠΠΠΠΠΠΠ
MY MOVEMENT-RESISTANCE
whoever you are donβt think about yourself too much your freedom is a ring made from steel in the kidβs throat soreness of the mouth from cracked enamel your freedom is a gulp of water for the ability to breath and say sorry skin that was get down on your back with birches till the nudity of heartbeating freedom of hands tied with sticky tape freedom to have to yourself pity of dark offence, swallowed yelling voice furiosity of putrescent youth freedom to be dead without any reason clanking with shoot off cartridge case freedom that became grooves of wrinkles bended with deepness of bow my movement is resistance my movement is resistance are you that one who yelled β Iβm free? you didnβt understand all foolishness of your words I saw you and that ugly gals with stick up spikes of nipples I can feel deathly smell of indifference it is shiftin from one foot to the other with all that crowds monster of slavery with crap on its hands will crash like a ceramic pig when somebody, even the one will be fed up with constrained soul and pain freedom twisted into the paper streamer will extend into the will string and let it be just a step of the body straightened by the pride hate is crumpled into the fist to yoursself without borders my movement is resistance my movement is resistance
