Tag: music
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Evening Stroll
The sky’s rouge / drew back / beneath their steps / overgrown with the sidewalks, / mingled with the dust of asphalts.
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Every Day
Every day, every plain day / my blood shivers in my body / every day, every ordinary day / my blood responds to a call
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Łódź
My friend the dreaming poet / is full of sunset wine, / On his flute he sadly plays / the song of loss of better days and time