" Girl from the beetles' - Iga Reczyńska
Yes, this is the death of Teresa is sleeping, dreaming of her scary dreams, and It is not maybe its wake.
Milan Kundera "The Unbearable Lightness of Being"
are lunar body, off-kilter in a dream
as dying (and his hands were tightly contained
nervous gestures, like a full chrabąszczy
pięściom children).
do not know how you save:
slid head and forehead stuck to the damp sheets;
this move closer to mortal phantom - it's
may not be dreams of living man.
I'm afraid, a little - your red halo hotter,
a shorter drive to insects heart rate (you will grow into breast
broad wings, and only their swing
marked the quarter we will be blood).
Do cuci my poor body, rozgarnia
overheated sheets, exposing the sleepy fainting;
it will thaw, which ukołyszą
black beetles away from the internal divide. Why do not you just
output trips open my fingers nervously sunk in heavy sleep.