My life is closed in fragments of past questions and answers. They have never been such brave To grow up into calmness Hiding in the cracks of creaky floor Under salty eye-lids Inside tangled palms It took me so long to collect them all. Each has different shape But falling in the same direction Slowly to the bottom of leaky glass Blured visions Meaning looks Changing into blood Now there is more of my outside myselfTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
