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Sunday, March 11, 2007

thursday

I'm going to die in Paris when the rain falls, the day I have already remembered
I'm going to die in Paris and I'm not hiding from that-in Autumn, on Thursday, just like today
Because today on Thursday while I'm writing these words, I can feel the change
And as never before - I am really lonely.


umrę w Paryżu gdy spadnie deszcz, w dniu który już zapamiętałem.
umrę w Paryżu i nie uciekam od tego- na jesieni w czwartek tak jak dziś.
bo dzis w czwartek pisząc te słowa w kościach czuję zmianę
i jak nigdy dotąd na swej drodze-jestem na prawdę samotny

(not mine)

2 Comments:

Blogger eyembradnow said...

That was really beautiful ... Like Juan Ramon Jimemez's "My Beautiful Garden"

1:02 pm  
Blogger eyembradnow said...

Oh, actually that poem was "Difinative Journey" ... thanks for the comment Crusty!!!

7:46 am  

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