On the back – I’m waiting for youScooped by Piotr D Makowski
of the trip I was back already Another acquaintance of the world Without the romantic cover of those years On the back of the trip I was back already How do solitaire time? Faith moves the mountains only once how is the heart beat, the grief and sadness of the earth, clouds, white and silent clouds, I look at you at dawn with tears in my eyes And I know that I’m pride, lust and cruelty, and a grain of contempt For a dead sleep we intertwine a mess, and my most beautiful paint lies covered the truth. Then I lower my eyes and I feel the whirlwind of what’s bothering me, burning, dry. Oh, how terrible you are you are the guardian of the world, the clouds! Let me sleep May I have mercy on me.
