To zabawka.

Miałem ochotę na coś lekkiego, a przy tym po angielsku. I tak, od słowa do słowa...

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You want to talk?

Let’s talk then.

Butterflies shimmer through shady air delivering pleasure to my eyes. Catch them, grab one, eat it. Feel the flight. Flight is all that is worth to live for. How can You get this feeling without sacrifice?

Impossible.



I’m immortal, You should really know that, for it is quite important. Nothing can lay me down, although it’s not that I’m searching for something that can, no. I just know that, I feel it, because immortal people just know that kind of things.

Can You see me in the crowd?

Would You find me hidden in stream of humanity, counted in thousands?

Yeah, You would.



I’m glimmering like amber. Thin and beautiful as ivory, smooth as a raw platinum. Platinum are my eyes, platinum is my voice. Oh, how rich my words are.



Ever thought about similarity between “immortal” and “immoral”? I think often about things like that. Yeah, they sound kind alike, ain’t they? Yes. Languages, words, letters. I love them. I crave for every new word, for every new vocal expression. No no, don’t get wrong image. Screw bloody grammar, that’s not the magic, grammar is maths, and maths I hate most.

People will tell You, that math rules the universe. Hell.

Ain’t true.



Taste the sun. I can taste it too, although in another way than You do. I love night, I love dim city lights. Doesn’t matter – neon, zippo lights, car lights, manadala’s of saint guys, doesn’t matter. I smile watching it all, and It can’t be seen in daylight. Oh, I do grin wildly seeing that, listening to lights, hugging every one, oh… If I know what’s happiness its just that lights, Your lights, humankind lights. Your eyes, hair, your smell.

And those lonely moths of disbelief, of sadness, of cruelty and pain… They make You look even more tasty, though they make Your light even more dim.



That’s enough.

Enough for me. Let me introduce You to my hunger.

Yes, I call it hunger, not thirst, even if a thirst it is. Let me lay onto the streets, full of warm living insects, these ants smelling with Marlboro, beer, cola and yesterday’s sex. They are so comforting, with their slow, pulsing, ever flowing rush…

Lying there I look at the stars and I daydream of new worlds, full of humanity someday. Yes, I’ll be there too. I’m Immortal, don’t you forget that. Mind if I tell You something stupid, and shallow?

I’m a dreamer.



Touching Your hands I dream of.

Kissing Your lips, I dream of.

Caressing Your neck, I dream of.

Licking Your skin I crave for.

Your warmth, Your lights, Your bells I dream of.

Touching them and making them play for me I dream of.

Your laugh I smile at.

Your grin I like that.

When You are scared and take it.

Whenever I’m alone with one of You.



I dreamt of flying, and I ate butterflies. I got now butterflies in my belly, chuckle.

I dream of glowing now. How could I get this feeling without sacrifice?

Impossible.









VAMPIRE

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ha ha ha... Ja się niemieckiego ucze :x Pozdrawiam

Nie do końca wiem co,ale coś w tym tekście jest,coś co mnie urzekło.



Jeden motyw mi się nie podoba,a właściwie tylko te kilka słów:

"smelling with Marlboro, beer, cola and yesterday’s sex"-jakoś zalatuje mi amerykańskimi tandetnymi filmami o detektywach.



Reszta tekstu jest jednak naprawdę dobra.





Pozdro.