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Title: Crazy Hollywood! Author: Igor Bayenov
Synopsis:
Hollywood is not a place, but a gilded cage where dreams are polished to a high sheen and souls are sold. "Crazy Hollywood" pulls back the glamorous curtain of the "dream factory" to reveal what lies behind the scenes—exposing the façade, the fame, and the dark abysses of human existence. The novel blends the psychological depth and melancholy of classic Russian literature with the gritty, seductive style of Hollywood noir. It is a compelling and uncompromising journey into the psyches of artists, dreamers, and the driven—a work that hauntingly unmasks the true price of success. A modern masterpiece, set in the tension-filled space between illusion and reality.

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Letter Seventeen

Hello, my dear Savior.
As if Mary’s words are in my ears.
She cried, “Jesus, my son, my son!”
I was not born, when she wept.
How do I hear the words from the ancient age?
She stepped towards you to embrace.
A Roman soldier pushed Her in his brutal way.
Didn’t She curse, o, didn’t She curse him in tears?
She read something in Your eyes, stronger than a thunder of a curse.
She felt Your faith in Your Heavenly Father, whom You didn’t betray.
She heard Your words of forgiveness not to hate.
There were birds, flying around, and they saw everything there.
They were as heartbroken as Mary was, who cried and called Your name.
Birds still fly and fly to be witnesses everywhere.
They send messages to Your Father, either good or bad.
They are Your Father’s witnesses, flying from place to place.
They witnessed Your sufferings and felt Your Mother’s pain.
They waved their wings in despair and flew away.
As if Mary’s words are in my ears, my Savior.
Another mother may say the same.
Some flocks may fly in tears to the clouds in rain.

Letter Eighteen

Hello, my dear Jesus.
I know You will come back.
There is not an exact date.
However, I wait.
I believe, You will come again.
The world has been in trouble
even since Stone Age.
No one has solved the world’s puzzle.
Only You can do that.
A wolf still chases a lamb.
I know You care for Your herd.
Someone attacks, another one defends.
The world may be lured in a maze.
Only You have a clue to the right path.
Only You have a clue to the world’s puzzle.
Only You have a key to the right gate.
How long do I have to wait?
Come back as soon as You can.
Only You have a cure for pain,
A stork with its wounded wing needs you to mend.
A dried pond needs You to fill it with water again.
I know You will come back.
I cannot predict the date.

Publiqué un libro.
¿Por qué?
Ni idea, no puede satisfacer a mi ego, que me grita que la autopublicación no cuenta (menos aún una casi improvisada); no puede hacerme rico, pues tendría que vender más de 500 copias al mes solamente para cubrir el costo de vida en mi ciudad (y si me dedicara a ello de tiempo completo, podría escribir a lo más 8 libros decentes al año); no me hará famoso, pues es posible que nadie lo lea (ni siquiera los amigos a los que les regalé una copia).
Lo único que podría aportarme realmente este poemario es la fantasía de que alguien lo lea algún día, tal vez al ver la **muestra gratuita* que abarca al libro completo en Google Play*, tal vez riendo de mi persona, tal vez leyendo superficialmente pero, a fin de cuentas, sabiendo que existo.