Grzegorz Turnau – Nothing really happens   Leave a comment

Will you say a round sentence,

will you write a wise book,

you’ll always be in your head

the same emptiness and silence.

 

The word is a cold breez

esudden wind in space;

maybe it will refresh you,

but nowhere will help.

 

You may be deceived by the crowd that is dragging the streets,

vodka in the park drank or sunset,

but remember: nothing really happens

and nothing will happen – until the end.

 

Will you say a round sentence,

will you write a wise book,

you’ll always be in your head

the same emptiness and silence.

 

Trust only the lip tangles,

incomprehensible gibberish,

gestures in a vacuum hung,

imperfect.

 

You may be deceived by the crowd that is dragging the streets,

vodka in the park drank or sunset,

but remember: nothing really happens

and nothing will happen – until the end.

 

Posted 9 stycznia 2020 by andipab in Bez kategorii

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