Publications
| Author | Rostyslav Shtyn |
| Article | What is central, is that your memory must firmly hold on to the moment of your soul's inspiration – clean, strong, unbroken and eternal. When you awake in the morning amongst the ruins, your memory, as a defender of the Universe, carries you out to where eternity, strength and serenity paint a battle field, where you are alone, but with those, whom you would want to be with always. |
| Author | Rostyslav Shtyn |
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In the depths of the ocean of your eyes In the magical caress of your hands The tender kiss, like an eastern wind Which scarcely touches My thirsty flesh... My soul, which wants to drink the caress so much, In order that the wave of the Universe Took us forever along with it In an eternal flight above the Earth Eternally swimming in the space of the ocean Which is colliding with our thirst And its water – clean Like the day the earth was born In which we are the only ones. |
| Author | Rostyslav Shtyn |
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Fire, grass, trees and water Birds, space, freedom and beauty The voice of the world, colors and the song of the soul The magic of love – me and you We are floating in time forever No one knows, what and where Only You and I The Magic of love The strength of the sky and water Where are we from? Out of love...... |
| Author | Rostyslav Shtyn |
| Article | There is nothing more frightening in life, when you begin to understand your smallness, and in the garden a joyful rain presents the thirsty flowers with its healthy strength.... |
| Author | Rostyslav Shtyn |
| Article | A white face under the shadows of Saturn Hiding it's sorrow behind the real light As if it is so close – simply to stretch out one's hand Though it's so far, because space – is Infinite A white face – porcelain of the day doesn't break From the cliff of the cold shadow of Saturn Because it's a mirror, in which the sun got lost Having flown into the depths of the Infinite ocean A white face from the dust of childhood dreams One can not change anything, even that what you can change But the drops of the spring rain awaken the eternal trees Which release birdrs from their shelter into Infinite time. |
| Author | Rostyslav Shtyn |
| Article | Somewhere high up there, where the lines on your palm are calling you There is no sorrow and grief The cold winter winds, which never end Till summer arrives, till you arrive Somewhere high up there, where we are called by the gaze of the morning rays Where there is no betrayal and pain Dissolusioned eyes, which have no strength to look up from the abyss Till hope arrives, till you arrive Somewhere high up there, where the stars begin and there's so much light That it is even possible to see how the heart of love beats The sun doesn't blind but opens up the door It leads me to sweet lips, it leads me to you.... |
| Author | Rostyslav Shtyn |
| Article | You have nothing to say – your arsenal is empty. All that is left is the strange taste of dust of the trampled roads. Suddenly everything starts to make sense, even the small bird, which, alledgedly by chance flew on to your balcony, or an unknown person, who saddly looked in your direction.... |
| Author | Rostyslav Shtyn |
| Article | With a white bird I will rise to the skys I will touch the clouds with the wing of your lips Which for some reason are so far Unreachable Sadness flows from your eyes As a slow river into a infinite sea Where you are alone Because you forgot You are searching high in the sky Where there are many like you Who never new the taste of love Behind the door of Illusion..... |
| Author | Rostyslav Shtyn |
| Article | On the road to happiness You find treasures Diamonds of thoughts and dreams Which seemed unobtainable On the road to happiness You lift the curtain In the theatre of time Which never never stops On the road to happiness You fly into the abyss of secrets Of a little boy in a beret Who is looking at stars in a mirror On the road to happiness You meet the morning The morphine of strength for the day Which changes the direction of the wind On the road to happiness You find treasures Diamonds of thoughts and dreams Which you always wanted to have |
| Author | Rostyslav Shtyn |
| Article | Ask yourself, if you want to fly and rise to heights, in order to be in the company of Angels and to stroll along the shore of the Ocean of Eternity. What did you lose here, having fallen from a star and in the company of strollers amongst the Labyrinth of Time? Why are tears filling your eyes, when you hear the rain crying, washing the petals of flowers of bright dreams? If having obtained victory will you free the bird from within, in order to stroll along the shore of the Ocean of Eternity? |
| Author | Rostyslav Shtyn |
| Article | The standard is unfurled An ethereal falcon The strength of silence speaks tenderly Time has come, time has come The standard is unfurled The strings of astronauts are high The strength of dreams murmurs tenderly Time has come, time has come The standard is unfurled The songs of birds unknown The strength of memories of oneself Time has come, time has come The standard is unfurled Wings are hidden The pivot of strength is breathing with an element Time has come, time has come The standard is unfurled A return to what was lost The strength of sadness for one's home Amongst illusions of reality Time has come, time has come........ |
| Author | Rostyslav Shtyn |
| Article | We are all hostages.. hostages of praise.. praise and phantoms.. phantoms which you never experienced.. in which you never had because you believed... you believed in what didn't exist... there were no tales about us... about us us which will be... which will be amongst the trees... eternal trees with phantoms...phantoms where we are hostages....hostages of praise... |
