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Quietness after loud talks

Living alone I really enjoy guests. Home – this shell. This once a quiet and empty space, becomes filled with tea tasting air

A trace of togetherness will be here, long after they have left. Not a memory yet, just an already distant of a soul smell.

♬

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Parallel

We have met and felt in love fast. Language we spoke in disguise, in code - forgotten in the past.

We could have met when we were young when we knew what we want. But even then, no guarantee, that it would last.

In disguise, in a mask of trying to be real grownups, being twenty-two and twenty-five. I wish I knew that it was the right track.

I felt apart and I left. We still didn’t knew and now years passed. There won’t be a way to say what I meant and to love you back.

You could have knew me like anyone else.

Parallel – we had the same life – always close but never meant to cross paths.

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✺

Ah, my heart is swollen

from tiny, fragile love,

from others immense suffering,

Ah, my lips – swollen from the truth!

✺

Jalu Kurek „PLANETA”

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Winter Glipse

Earth hangs the song of a snow on knitting needles

Im listening watching scattered laughter of ice

On its glass. I warn you - now time is not flowing

It falls and I will touch melting lava of a dream.

~ Bogusław Żurakowski

Printed in Poland, Kraków 1978

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What is it like: speaking to the mirror, shouting at the walls, being lost online?

Sending letters to the void