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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.
Tylko fotografia 