Translated by Przemyslaw Musialowski 7/16/2018

The sun bows low,
putting out the candlesticks of time,
it decorates white altars,
therefore winter is already close.

Wieslaw Musialowski 15/10/2001

Selfish are the flames of the candles,
They don’t want to share their light.
They are waiting for miracles,
In the coldness of the bitter night.

The light will come,
When it suits them.
They are giving,
When they are receiving.

Bare the light for those who wish to seek it,
Hold the hand of darkness and bring it into the light.

candlestick lying on the floor
and his candle goes by itself
and the fire swims
on the ceiling
under one's feet
under my eyes

ants got closer
they sing their song
the fire is no longer on fire
and my eyes are blue
go instead of him
under one's feet
under heaven

and today the time ran
everything became so chaotic
and time runs like a real runner
and the present runs away from the truth
but the truth and the present is not at all
never and never we have not been

25.07.18