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These streets, fragrances and colors,

let's say...

the entire world

reduced

to the size of an orange,

and in it,

someone sleepy,

it could be you

or me,

and suddenly.......... the dream vanishes

eaten by a small boy,

and everything returns to where

there is no beginning

nor any end.

        
  “These Streets”  
warszawa, 1981. adam rupniewski
polish version
 
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  © Adam Rupniewski, 2005.