

CracowWe were on the bus… the windowpane crying the tears I couldn’t shedCracow
it started to rain
pressing buttons on the mobile phone trying to reverse the passage of time
arrest it hold it in my hands stretch it infinitely wrap around
to see it moving again to have it standing still
to a watcher and a character be to catch the songs drowned in the dream
memories dripping to my ear pouring through the wire
meanwhile my heart was hardened in love
the


Kto tam u Ciebie jest...?trzask drzwi samochodu potem drugi pospieszny tupot butów na bruku schodów skrzypienie ciężkich, starych drzwi echo kroków w pustej przestrzeni twoich własnych kroków bicie serca tak głośne że bez znaczenia ginie w ciszy bezgłośny upadek łzy rozbitej na podłodze i potem tylko stuk ciche stukanie miłości...Kto tam u Ciebie jest...?
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miłego dnia, Wiktoria
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...oh, fare thee well, you wicked world, I'm going to be good
For the leaves are getting greener, and spring is on the way,
and Girls are getting prettier and younger every day
(Silver in the Stubble trad. irish)
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velle, scire, audere, tacere, ire
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Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
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"An evil death has set forth the noble warrior...."
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