STRACHY_NA_LACHY_Dzień_dobry,_kocham_Cię

Because the point is
to not to fall too far between each other
Like two bald stones on he river
The point is
that the first peroson want to listen
what the second person wants to speak to ear
that inside my head ...
sometimes I afraid of them ...
the words  which go inside my head are not-to-say
not-to-say
the words  which go inside my head are not-to-say
not-to-say

Good mornig! I love you,
I have just spread you bread
Good mornig! I love you,
I don't want to lose sight  so
Even more good morning
I love you
Today we share the fire
Good mornig! I love you,
the shabby town must to get to know this

Because the point is
to not to fall too far between each other
When the first person can't see the second person for sucha long time
Because man stays along with gloomy thoughts
Man throws handsets

Because the point is
to not to fall too far between each other
Even milk boils over beetwen us
Even if you fall asleep down in the mouth
I would love sing you in the morning
The posibbilities of singing to you in the morning

Good mornig! I love you,
I have just spread you bread
Good mornig! I love you,
I don't want to lose sight  so
Even more good morning
I love you
Today we share the fire
Good mornig! I love you,
the shabby town must to get to know this

Set  me
Set you
onomatopoeiu
paranormal
by twos

ANIA DABROWSKA _ Tego chciałm

What I wanted

What I wanted
Night full of tears
I just got it
I will be still waiting for your sign
but without success
Nothing will happen between us

So many your words
I still have inside my head
So many nice words
I've just believed that always will be

believe that always will be

What I wanted
you diappear once and  for all
I just got it
I must forget everything
what did you tell me
Maybe I forgot that you even exist also

So many your words
I still have inside my head
So many nice words
I've just believed that always will be

STAN BORYS _ J a s k ó ł k a

The swallow as black dagger , ripped out from breast of wind
Suddenly anchor of sudness from the invisible yacht
Cathedral hunted her into high net of celestial sphere
Like a death, block of stones
Like a judgement,  rectange of naves
The swallow as the lightning in the dead church
It cuts the fear like a black scisson

The swallow, sister of storm, flying bereavement
Above the heads of people , who care about each other deeply
The swallow as a skyward's sign, doesn't  to catch, like a symbol
The admonishment  and prayer which was enticed into the coolness of cathedral

Doesn't cut the silence under cloud of lead
Doesn't go down the flight , above the gold palm
I terrify the moment, which stole the freedom
The swallow as a black diamont

For a eternal spin in the silance tornent
For the nests of no-know as imprecation of beauty