TF026-01-21 2 Komentarze
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Tightrope walker – Andrzej Zaucha i Anawa 2 Komentarze
You go bent uncertainly
A road that doesn’t lead anywhere
Like the wave, just like the rope
As you walk over the precipice along the road
Like the wave, just like the rope
As you walk over the precipice along the road
You can’t see the ground under your feet
Slightly suspended in the air
Focused on his every move
He stared at the blurry image
You carefully walk aimlessly
Carefully with his dance step
Like the wave, just like the rope
As you walk over the precipice along the road
Like the wave, just like the rope
As you walk over the precipice along the road
How easily the heart gets angry
How easily anger turns into a joke
How easily you see purpose in life
How easily you find it missing
How lightly you dance back and forth
Not touching the roads in the dance
Like the wave, just like the rope
As you walk over the precipice along the road
Like the wave, just like the rope
As you walk over the precipice along the road
Like a tightrope walker, you move skillfully through the world
Like a tightrope walker, always with his circus step
Like a tightrope walker, like a rope
Like a tightrope walker over an abyss you walk along the road
Like the wave, just like the rope
As you walk over the precipice along the road
Like the wave, like the rope …
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Polne drogi. Rozrzucone na polach niby pocięte kawałki sznurka.
Prowadzą w różnych kierunkach… jedne ze wschodu na zachód, inne z północy na południe.
Jedne prowadzą prosto, inne kluczą zakosami to w prawo, to w lewo jakby dopiero zastanawiały się dokąd nas poprowadzić.
Wszystkie są takie niby chaotyczne, ale każda z nich prowadzi do określonego celu.
TF025-01-21 2 Komentarze
Winter and frost outside the window. In the apartment, warm air envelops on all sides. The heat flowing from the hot radiator lured a fly hidden so far in the gap behind the window frame. Not yet fully awake from hibernating sleep, she stepped onto the windowsill and looks around confused. Warmth … hopefully looks ahead … maybe it’s spring already.
I didn’t kill her. We all look forward to tomorrow. Maybe this is the moment that changes life for the better … ours, and maybe this fly’s life. We all need hope for this. You don’t kill hope.
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Tylko fotografia 