Nap with Slavs 
Dodane przez Andrzejsondej dnia 07.10.2007 06:27
Us two are. Bird which beak and the bird which patrzeć. One will be veins. Drunk existence in time, occupied pecking, to give to live this part me which patrzeć. It threatens us so that we exist in time and on no way apart from time tylko 
                                                          Cyt "From old Tomes"
Nap with Slavs 
SONDEJ Andrew 
Close beak słowianinie 
Paint with white paint dreams 
They flutter with fallen flags blood  
Rain of the ground and wind 
The wet trees the fires of night the szronią 
Lament of animals of boggy cobwebs 
                 Birds' squeak kidnaps 
It hangs with breath of fear the butterflies in full of hole pocket 
winter ah these winter spóźnialskie 
They forests stand on attention 
From torn off clavicle 
From crumpled head 
White sheet covered branches 
It calls with hymn lost house 
On alloys and on moon 
Motherland my goes pale  
Here the dawn then daybreak of the whale's eyes 
Sadnesses drop on cough gromniczny 
The pores of year alter tints of their greyness 
They bloom and wither, they die and rise from the dead 
Usual spider swings in mysterious neighbourhood 
Hand from chair siłuje on lost place 
Rhythm of paddle touches with tip of hair 
Burnt the pope's shadow blows away the smoke of hat 
Shine the candles the fire over ceiling of world 
Naked roots bend pokój 
Plum in presented stewed fruit foolishness 
It calls with podnieceniem 
Sight my ran over in Your side of laurel leaf 
Spell-bound I broke the flowerpot of the ground 
I announced with crying of rain to you the touch of mouths 
In of cities blunted with chimneys windows  
Old boat swims after sea 
Her pole blushes 
It will swing with wave 
Let nobody shouts already from clothes 
Blind men and drunken wounds surround 
Who approaches under table on pales so 
It nudges set swinging in ink of star 
It reads from obślizgłych of handrail of table 
Sign of coasts 
Pass me my sight tripped so for ever 
Clean handkerchief these uncomfortable scabs 
Under-water galaxies 
Snail's nests on child-bearing 
In light and shadow 
 
Mad women's naughty movements 
Guys in their whet witness moustaches half 
Bird for bird pecks fish on on an empty stomach 
It gnaws all round in crow's company pilgrim's fish - bone