"Wrong Memories”
Author: Tomasz Sokolowski
Translated by J. Szajkowska, P. Szajkowski
So many visions in her head
Dreams that are highly dangerous
So many thoughts to be removed
So many memories to kill
Rubber hands that hold this scalpel
Cutting through her moments deeply
Mother Father Dog The Neighbour
All of them gone – Put aside
COME ON, DO REMEMBER!
House with attic and a small well
Pallid-
White flakes falling down to ground
Trace of feet – the path I’ve run
Night so starry
Solitude and Shadows
Winter sale
On shelves -
Empty door
And here he is Standing
Don't let him!
Don't let him!
Don't let him Come Near!
Childhood memories on photographs are hidden
Summer at the seaside and snowman in winter
A kennel fruits and a fistful of coins
Some rain in the afternoon Ohh, my head will Explode!
Just leave my thoughts alone Don't touch the memories!
The blade flashed and butcher's eyes sparkled with glee
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