Это начало недели.
Сегодня небо голубое.
Зима здесь, холодно.
Я мало выхожу.
Вечером, когда я возвращаюсь домой,
берега реки пустынны.
Ночь наступает в пять часов.
Спят цыгане, сидя возле магазинов .
Ждут несколько копеек.
Я рисую лица на стенах своей комнаты,
и звезды на потолке.
This is the beginning of the week.
The sky is blue today.
Winter is here, it’s cold.
I go out a little.
In the evening, when I return home,
the banks of the river are deserted.
Night falls at five o’clock.
Gypsies are sleeping, sitting near the shops.
Waiting for a few cents.
I paint faces on the walls of my room
And stars on the ceiling.
Ivan de Monbrison
Ivan de Monbrison is a poet, writer and artist living in Paris born in 1969. He has studied oriental languages there after high school, not with great success.
Ivan has autistic and schizophrenic tendencies that he has been trying to cop with through art, in the past twenty years of his life.
His writing and art reflect maybe also the feeling of the decadence of today’s society, centered on its own vacuity and its lack of real purpose.
He has been published in literary magazines globally.