Thursday, 30 April 2015

" I buried my love in my head
and the people asked
why is my head the shape of a flower..."

Who am I, darling for you... to tell you stories of mine...

"Kim jestem, kochanie, dla ciebie?
By opowiadać ci moje historie
Kim jestem?
By być twoim ciężarem
Kim jestem, kochanie, dla ciebie?..."

Z żywych gałęzi uplecione ciało mojego ogrodu

In the spring submerged to the ends of your hair... my love as in the sun

All my limbs can become trees

Stitched to my hands

I´m waiting for spring to come to my kingdom

Hands full of early flowers