A blackened night stared like dying eyes through the window I was still awake as a body rose before me A boy in small age embraced the velvet in which he had created
His eyes enriched the beauty of all imaginations
My wife entered the room She was not able to spell her delight She took him to her breast I wiped of my tears The blood-red velvet now became a symbol of life in my vocabulary I covered the whole building with it so that all would know that there is life
The religion of the blood-red velvet
He grew with a crown upon his head and made belief and love for him strong Like a way to honour my creativity he wrote the religion of the blood-red velvetTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
