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The crowd of billboards along the street
Just like thoughts in my brain
Too many shapes, too much rush
Let’s prepare ourselves for the night
No doubt – it’s time to escape
The moon tries to come closer – the stars begin to dance
The troubles of the day must pass and wait for the next sunrise
REF:
"Come gentle night, come loving night, give me my lover
And when he shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garrish sun"
(W. Shakespeare)
II
One busy day after another
No dreams, no air, no relief
In the middle of the day I search for the moon.
When will you come to soften my body
When will you break the wall inside me
When will I be able
To catch your loving face
"Oh I have bought a mansion of love
But not possessed it, and though I am sold
Not yet enjoyed
so tedious is the day
Like an impatient child I’m waiting
I am waiting" (W. Shakespeare, fragmenty monologów Julii z "Romea i Julii)
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