Thank you Ludovico for showing me a path to my secret life.
Monday 22 April 2013
Maggio
With this post, everything is going to be a little bit different. The new chapter appears in my book.The melody so connected with every written word. Every night in late summer nights will be always in my heart.
Sunday 21 April 2013
Oasis of solitude
My little window turned into a magical door that took my
eyes to a different world. The Piano song with the bird’s voice creates an unforgettable concert for my dying senses.A musical concert with the heavenly pleasure,
but at the same time deep inside the Arabian dry desert wind, goes through my
soul and turns the life-giving leaves into almost burning ashes! Is there any hope
for the drying heart, for the lonely camel in the middle Yemeni
wilderness?
It is time to close the little window and put the blue pillow
underneath my already half dreaming head.
Saturday 13 April 2013
.....
Wyczekujesz tego
jedynego listu, tego jedynego zdania z odpowiedzią. Cóż tego ze każdego dnia z
wielka nadzieje sprawdzasz czy te słowa zostały do Ciebie napisane. Za każdym
razem pustka i bolesne omdlenie. Osamotniony tak jakby na bezludnej wyspie
oczekujesz wiadomości która rozbudzi jeszcze bardziej to tęskniące pragnienie
Wednesday 10 April 2013
....
You felt like an animal wounded in both legs.
Supposedly you walked so proudly through your twisted path by
a strange life. However, you collapsed and laid down in complete stagnation. You wanted to raise your hand, but could not
do it. Only your eyes were looking ahead
and in the pure silence, begging for mercy appearing on the azure the winged
reflections.
You were like the God dreamer, but have become a worthless
thinker.
You recall in your mind only times spent close to the river with
the wind and the unique glare that appears only in the silent night. There are
still in your head this green bench and the glade painted in the colours of rainbow’s
flakes.
Maybe one day you will run ahead and you will find the green
bench again?
Tuesday 9 April 2013
Broken wings
Poczułeś
się jak
postrzelone zwierze w nogę. Niby szedłeś tak dumnie przez swą zakręconą życiem drogę,
a jednak padłeś tak nagle i leżałeś w bezruchu. Chciałeś podnieść rękę a
nie mogłeś. Jedynie oczy spoglądały przed siebie i w milczeniu błagały o
litość
pojawiających się na błękicie ptaków skrzydlate odbicie.
Byłeś marzycielem,
a stałeś się bezwartościowym myślicielem.
Wspominasz już tylko chwilę spędzone
nad rzeką w towarzystwie wiatru i pojawiającego się tylko nocą tego jedynego
blasku. Jest jeszcze w Twej głowie ta zielona ławka i polana pomalowana
jakby w kolorach tęczowych płatków.
Może jeszcze
kiedyś pobiegniesz przed siebie i usiądziesz na swej zielonej lecz calkiem nowej ławce.
Tuesday 2 April 2013
Love generation
Through words in this letter and warm thoughts I would like
to wish you calm and sunny days this Easter.
This emptiness that filled the distance between two of us,
sometimes scares me. From one hand side I want to make the little light in the
dark tunnel to appear but I don't know how.
Despite I am not talking to you, it does not mean I am not
thinking of you, that I am not coming back in my memories to warm spring days
that were also warm for both of us
Life is like a speeding locomotive that I wish to stop one
day on the small train station in the middle of the green forest. Stop the
train and fall in love within the silence around.
Start the conversation with the same moon that accompanied
me every night in my garden while I was talking to you. But this is unreachable
at least for now.
A few days ago I heard the same song that quite often I had
been listening, writing all letters to you in late May nights. Memories,
thoughts and longing came back for the unique state of mind. Not to mentioned
the evening walks in Southern France.
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