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At the field of broken hearts young girl stands to see the terrible view. The one eye sun is looking at her...

field of broken hearts

Where there are no birds no moon, no wind, only silence is near you, looking just to your broken heart. Love is blind...

Idąc przez bezkrestne pola złamanych serc nie słyszysz nic prócz bicia serca i wszechobecnej ciszy. Ciemne chmury otaczają Cię dodając twojej duszy mroczny klimat. Którego tak bardzo teraz pragnie.

Kocham moich sąsiadów i ich cudowne wiertełko które wkurwia mnie od 7.00 rano.

Zagubione anioły

Zagubione anioły

Błąkają się po świecie
Niespokojne dusze
Mijamy się codziennie
Nie słysząc nawet
Trzepotu białych skrzydeł
Czujemy wzajemną
Obecność w powiewie
Błękitnego oceanu
Czasem się wzruszamy
Śmiejemy się szczerze
W płomieniu pamięci
Zamykamy pokornie oczy

Zbigniew Barteczka

Dark night, dark grass around me...

The stories when we are sleeping...

Dreams and nightmares are the same, they're all coming at night, when you falling asleep. Sometimes you can't guess if story from your dreaming was scary or rather nice. The borders are dissapearing.

I had recently something like that. The dream or nightmare was about girl - Ania. I know her wery well but i've never dreaming about her. The last dream was a few years ago so it was interesting. She was in London then, fortunattely there wasn't any terrorist doing something with bombs when she was in the city, but I was scared.

Dream...

Maybe nightmare, I don't know. I was at the green land, there was only one biggest mountain, guess where was Ania...:) at the top of course. It was wery silent, there wasn't any wind there I saw only her and the dark grass. The picture was really interesting..

Never mind