Kabaty Forest, Warsaw (Source: CobraVerde, Wikicommons) |
And when we are stuck in the ruts of a Polish road
that means
we are stuck for good in the sands of history
and even the horses of our dreams whipped on
will not be able to achieve a single step
do not curse the earth
do not condemn the world or fate
look
a bird flies
the forest rustles
a dung beetle a cockchafer a ladybug wander the path
life goes on
we exist
(tr. BTB)
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