gut3k

Zmienia sie. Tak latwo jest nienadazac. I to ciagle: nagle. W jednej chwili mozesz byc w kilku miejscach jednoczesnie. W tym najszczesliwszym i w tym najbardziej tragicznym. W jednej chwili wszystko obraca sie w pyl. I tanczysz z radosci. Zmienia mi sie.

To ja, Kasandra.    A to jest moje miasto pod popiołem,    A to jest moja laska i wstążki prorockie,    A to jest moja głowa pełna wątpliwości. Wislawa Szymborska

She can't see the landscape anymore It's all painted in her grief All of her history etched out at her feet Now all of the landscape, it's just an empty place Acres of longing, mountains of tenderness Cause she's just like the weather, can't hold her together Born from dark water, daughter of the rain and snow Cause it's burning through the bloodline it's cutting down the family tree Growing in the landscape, darling, in between you and me She wants the silence but fears the solitude She wants to be alone and together with you So she ran to the lighthouse, hoped that it would help her see She saw that the lighthouse had been wash