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"Ci pacjenci nie dają żyć".

Falling Snow

The water pours its

embracing arms around the stone.

Decay drips from the unquiet void,

Where the ice forms,

Where life ends.

The stone is by the crimson flood,

Swallowed.

The red tide beyond the ebon wound,

Contorted.

My sacrifice bids farewell in this

river of memory.

A wave to end all time.

Red birds escape from my wounds,

And return as falling snow.

To sweep the landscape,

A wind haunted,

Wings without bodies.

The snow, the bitter snowfall.

You want to die in her pale arms,

Crystalline...

To become an ode to silence.

In the soul of a mountain of birds,

Fallen...

The cascading pallor,

Of ghostless feather.

The snow has fallen

and raised this white mountain,

On which you will die

and fade away in silence...

Another Time

A distant prayer, carried by the evening wind

Enlivens leaves in their languid dance.

Hear the song of the old trees, singing for you

For the dark, resting woods.

So many seasons have passed; they did not wait.

The golden leaves dying on the ground

Will be reborn under bright skies

As this weatherworn world remains the same, 

And tomorrow, you and I will be gone.

Nihil novi sub sole

"Możemy o wszystkim myśleć, ale nie możemy o wszystkim mówić".

"Tato walczy z czerwonymi niedźwiedziami, które najeżdżają na nasze wybrzeże i atakują białe niedźwiedzie. Tata jest białym niedźwiedziem.

Te czerwone, wiesz, ich kolor nie jest naturalny. Pochodzi z krwi białych niedźwiedzi".

Dzieci i ludzie

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