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styczeń–marzec 2025
all that remains in your consciousness are our faces and names
and the thought that
like every day
for the last forty years
you are cooking dinner for us
Look into my eyes
For years he has been visiting the hospital library. A retired economist.
An atheist, thinking, searching.
His son has died in a car accident recently.
„I have not told anybody about it, I will tell you.
It was eighteen months ago.
I borrowed some books from the District Library. I went to the park behind the Municipal Office.
I sat on the bench,
started reading.
After a while a man sat close to me.
He looked thirty,
had bright red hair and a beard.
Started talking to me. Asked what I was reading, usual talk.
Suddenly he stood up,
went a few steps, came back.
His eyes were burning with yellow fire. Look into my eyes! - he said.
Why don’t you look into my eyes?!