tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62057851273145768352011-11-03T15:23:45.676+01:00Sylwisa SSylwisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07626115342948330983noreply@blogger.comBlogger601100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205785127314576835.post-11249944372133630762011-11-03T15:22:00.000+01:002011-11-03T15:23:45.719+01:00Kiedy zapada zmierzch<br />Na ulice miasta wyjeżdżają <br />Jesienne rowery<br />Smuga świateł w ciemności<br />Ślad kół na wilgotnej jezdni<br />Czerwona lampka<br />Jak przydrożny znicz<br /><br />Jesienne rowery<br />Czekają na przyjazd<br />Rowerów zimowych…<br /><br />***<br /><strong><em>Autumn bikes</em></strong><br />When twilight comes<br />Autumn bikes <br />Ride the streets of the town<br />Streak of light in the dark<br />Track of wheels on wet pavement<br />Red light <br />Like a votive candle by the road <br /><br />Autumn bikes<br />Are waiting for the arrival<br />Of winter bikes…<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205785127314576835-1124994437213363076?l=sylwisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sylwisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07626115342948330983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205785127314576835.post-50159670579794029612011-11-01T22:46:00.004+01:002011-11-02T07:16:57.797+01:00Półmrok na znanym parkiecie<br />Powietrze ciężkie od naszych oddechów<br />Potok dźwięków, znajome twarze<br />I Ty<br />Znajoma-nieznajoma<br />W połowie gestu, w półuśmiechu<br />Uchwycona w tańcu<br />Przelotna chwilo<br />Zahaczająca o nieskończoność<br />Dlaczego nie chcesz wiecznie trwać?<br /><br />***<br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">Duskiness<span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span></span><br />Duskiness on the well known dance floor <br />Air heavy from our breath<br />Flood of sounds, well known faces<br />And you<br />Friend-stranger<br />In half gesture, in half smile <br />Caught in a dance<br />Oh, fleeting moment<br />Catching infinity<br />Why can’t you last forever?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205785127314576835-5015967057979402961?l=sylwisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sylwisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07626115342948330983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205785127314576835.post-53770178020906024792011-11-01T22:44:00.003+01:002011-11-01T22:50:33.547+01:00„Pomiędzy naszym światem,<br />A światem zewnętrznym<br />Istnieje cienka granica<br />I tylko od nas zależy, <br />Kiedy ją przekroczymy”<br /><br />Taniec na granicy parkietu<br />Powietrze rozedrgane, gorące <br />Od rozedrganych emocji<br />Wszechświat, uchwycony w locie czas<br />Uchwycony przelotnie dotyk ust<br />Zetknięcie dłoni i warg<br />Choć wokół tańczy tłum<br />Muzyka nadaje rytm<br />Tańcowi zmysłów<br /><br />***<br /><span style="font-style:italic;"></span><span style="font-weight:bold;">Our world<span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span><br />„Between our world<br />And the world outside<br />There is a thick border<br />And it depends only on us<br />When we pass it”<br /><br />Dance on the rim of the dance floor<br />Flickering hot air<br />From vibrating emotions<br />Universe, caught flow of time<br />Fleeting touch of mouth<br />Touch of hands and lips<br />Even if the crowd is dancing around us<br />The music gives rhythm<br />To the dance of senses<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205785127314576835-5377017802090602479?l=sylwisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sylwisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07626115342948330983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205785127314576835.post-24901053462288803202010-11-30T16:45:00.000+01:002010-11-30T16:46:32.382+01:00Nieubłagana jak Ziemia<br />Ożywcza jak Woda<br />Gwałtowna jak Ogień<br />Niezbędna jak Powietrze.<br />Wiecznie<br />Zmienna jak Wiatr<br /><br />***<br /><em><strong>Queen of Elements</strong></em><br />Unrelenting as the Earth<br />Invigorating as Water<br />Violent as Fire<br />Essential as Air.<br />Eternally<br />Changeable like the Wind<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205785127314576835-2490105346228880320?l=sylwisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sylwisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07626115342948330983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205785127314576835.post-16642944141021541722010-11-04T16:15:00.001+01:002010-11-08T12:59:27.285+01:00Jesteśmy królowymi tej dyskoteki.<br />Wraz z odbiciem w lustrze<br />Jest nas sześć.<br /><br />A kiedy patrzysz niepewnym wzrokiem<br />Widzisz nas <br />Dwanaście.<br /><br />To razem cały dwór<br />Raj pięknych kobiet<br /><br />W labiryncie<br />Luster<br /><br />I<br />Alkoholu.<br /><br />***<br /><em><strong>Queens</strong></em><br />We are the queens of this discotheque.<br />Taking account of reflection in the mirror,<br />There’re six of us.<br /><br />And when you take an uncertain glance<br />You can see <br />Twelve of us.<br /><br />It makes a whole court<br />Paradise of beautiful women<br /><br />In a maze<br />Of mirrors<br /><br />And<br />Alcohol.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205785127314576835-1664294414102154172?l=sylwisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sylwisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07626115342948330983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205785127314576835.post-46578398504909083082010-10-25T15:29:00.000+02:002010-10-25T15:34:53.136+02:00Delikatny dotyk<br />Busk ociera się o busk<br />Spod przymkniętych powiek<br />Obserwuję świat<br /><br />***<br /><em><strong>Busk</strong></em><br />A gentle touch<br />Busk brushes against busk<br />I’m watching the world<br />With my eyes half-closed<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205785127314576835-4657839850490908308?l=sylwisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sylwisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07626115342948330983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205785127314576835.post-26597255414436926292010-10-18T22:59:00.002+02:002010-10-18T23:00:58.040+02:00Gdy grawitacja zanika<br />Spadają na nas <br />Płatki kwiatów jabłoni<br />W świetle zamkniętych powiek<br /><br />***<span style="font-weight:bold;"></span><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Gravity<span style="font-weight:bold;"></span></span><br />When gravity fades<br />Petals of apple flowers<br />Fall on us<br />In light of closed eyes<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205785127314576835-2659725541443692629?l=sylwisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sylwisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07626115342948330983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205785127314576835.post-91421597509914582832010-10-18T22:57:00.000+02:002010-10-18T22:58:47.811+02:00W powodzi dźwięków<br />W ciemności kaskady świateł<br />W tłumie znajomych<br />I nieznajomych<br />W zapomnieniu<br />Do mocnej muzyki<br />Tańczymy bachatę<br /><br />***<br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">Bachata<span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span></span><br />Flooded by sounds<br />Cascade of light in the dark<br />Surrounded by crowd<br />Of friends and strangers<br />In oblivion<br />We dance bachata<br />Listening to hard music<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205785127314576835-9142159750991458283?l=sylwisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sylwisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07626115342948330983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205785127314576835.post-43481307303712203052010-10-18T22:55:00.001+02:002010-10-18T22:57:00.638+02:00Kwitnące sady jabłoni<br />Złote i czerwone liście<br />Niby języki ognia<br />A czasem zanik barw<br />Ciemność i cisza<br />Obrazy tylko przed moimi oczyma<br />Za każdym razem inne<br />Niespodziewane i nowe<br />A wciąż te same…<br /><br />***<br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">Apple orchards<span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span></span><br />Apple orchards in bloom<br />Golden and red leaves<br />Like tongues of flames<br />Sometimes colours fade<br />Images only in front of my eyes<br />Every time different<br />Unexpected and new<br />But still the same…<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205785127314576835-4348130730371220305?l=sylwisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sylwisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07626115342948330983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205785127314576835.post-18643132653920193102010-05-12T14:42:00.002+02:002010-05-12T14:44:56.065+02:00I tak się kończy dobra epoka<br />Światło słońca już nie jest jasne<br />Deszcz nie jest ciepły<br />Łzy palą gorące<br />Wracają dni znoju <br />I goryczy<br /><br />***<br /><em><strong>Good Times</strong></em><br />That’s how the good times end<br />The sunlight isn’t bright anymore<br />Rain isn’t warm<br />Hot tears are burning<br />Days of toil and bitterness<br />Are coming back<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205785127314576835-1864313265392019310?l=sylwisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sylwisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07626115342948330983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205785127314576835.post-40907515755668455702010-03-08T16:30:00.005+01:002010-03-09T15:34:06.225+01:00Kto mówi pierwszy <br />Mówi szczerze<br />Kto odpowiada<br />Często kłamie<br /><br />Zatem poczekam<br />Nim coś wypowiem<br />Zatem poczekam<br />Nim Ty mi powiesz…<br /><br />***<br /><em><strong>Who says first</strong></em><br />Who says it first<br />Tells the truth<br />Who answers<br />Often lies<br /><br />So I will wait<br />Before I say it<br />So I will wait<br />For you to say...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205785127314576835-4090751575566845570?l=sylwisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sylwisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07626115342948330983noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205785127314576835.post-37525204611205107152010-01-18T13:32:00.001+01:002010-01-18T13:34:48.542+01:00Ulecz jej serce<br />Choć go nie zdobędziesz<br />Zbyt wiele was różni i dzieli<br />Dokonaj tego,<br />Czego ja nie zdołam<br />A w zamian zdobędziesz<br />Wdzięczność jej…<br />… I moją<br /><br />***<br /><strong>Her heart</strong><br />Heal her heart<br />Even if you won’t win it<br />Too much differs you and divides<br />Achieve what<br />I am not able to<br />And you’ll get in exchange<br />Her gratitude…<br />… And mine<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205785127314576835-3752520461120510715?l=sylwisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sylwisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07626115342948330983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205785127314576835.post-85424061852989228132009-12-16T11:58:00.001+01:002009-12-16T12:01:27.657+01:00Najsłodsza magia <br />Zamknięta we wnętrzu dłoni<br />Dotyk…<br />Cichy głos<br />Chwilo trwaj, jesteś piękna… <br />Dla takich chwil się żyje…<br /><br />***<br /><strong>The sweetest magic</strong><br />The sweetest magic<br />Hidden inside the palm<br />Touch…<br />Quiet voice<br />Let beautiful moment last forever…<br />It’s the while you live for…<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205785127314576835-8542406185298922813?l=sylwisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sylwisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07626115342948330983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205785127314576835.post-55448277113060729362009-11-29T12:11:00.000+01:002009-11-29T12:12:29.952+01:00Delikatne muśnięcia ust<br />Nasze dłonie tańczą<br />Gdy siedzimy obok siebie<br />Kilka słodkich słów<br />Obietnica?<br />Czy tylko<br />Zabawa?<br /><br />***<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Brush</span><br />Gentle brushes on lips <br />Our hands dance<br />When we sit side by side<br />Some sweet words<br />Promise?<br />Or just a tease?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205785127314576835-5544827711306072936?l=sylwisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sylwisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07626115342948330983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205785127314576835.post-25591911903515151412009-11-25T12:42:00.002+01:002009-11-25T12:44:39.834+01:00Dar perswazji i perwersji<br />Taniec pasji i poniżenia<br />W spektaklu życia<br />Człowieka rozdartego<br />Pomiędzy pragnieniem<br />A powinnością…<br />…Moje życie<br /><br />***<br /><strong>The gift of dance</strong><br />Gift of persuasion and perversion<br />Dance of passion and humiliation<br />In the spectacle of life<br />Of the man torn apart<br />Between thirst<br />And duty…<br />… My life<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205785127314576835-2559191190351515141?l=sylwisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sylwisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07626115342948330983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205785127314576835.post-74681323860645531832009-11-12T12:09:00.002+01:002009-11-12T12:11:16.476+01:00Nie mogę cieszyć się moim szczęściem<br />Bo nie jest moje<br />Ani twoje<br />Gdy słowo „my” nie istnieje<br />A słowo „miłość” jest marzeniem<br /><br />***<br /><strong>Happiness</strong><br />I cannot be glad with my happiness<br />Because it isn’t neither mine<br />Nor yours<br />When the word “us” doesn’t exist<br />And the word “love” is a dream<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205785127314576835-7468132386064553183?l=sylwisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sylwisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07626115342948330983noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205785127314576835.post-7969546307781014242009-08-19T14:57:00.005+02:002010-01-25T22:45:36.721+01:00Kiedy radość się w płacz zamieni,<br />Wspomnienia pogryzą bardziej niż psy, <br />Zabierz mnie ze stypy po snach pogrzebanych.<br />Wyjmij mi z oka odłamki, co osiągnęły serce<br />A serce zaczęło gnić.<br /><br />***<br /><strong>The wake of buried dreams</strong><br />When joy will turn into tears,<br />Memories will bite harder than dogs,<br />Take me away from the wake of buried dreams.<br />Take out of my eye slivers that reached heart<br />And heart started to rot.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205785127314576835-796954630778101424?l=sylwisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sylwisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07626115342948330983noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205785127314576835.post-14757210946245069962009-08-10T23:04:00.004+02:002009-08-10T23:11:14.249+02:00Kiedy przeglądałam się<br />W Twych oczach<br />Przez źrenicę przemknął<br />Cień wilka<br /><br />***<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">L’ombre d'un Loup</span><br />Quand je regardais mon reflet<br />Dans tes yeux<br />J’ai vu l’ombre d’un loup<br />Passer par ta pupille<br /><br />***<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Shadow of a Wolf</span><br />When I was watching my reflection<br />In your eyes<br />I saw a shadow of wolf<br />Passing through your pupil<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205785127314576835-1475721094624506996?l=sylwisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sylwisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07626115342948330983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205785127314576835.post-86330345192328606792009-07-31T15:31:00.003+02:002009-08-01T00:16:58.048+02:00Ocal mnie przed przyszłością<br />Skrytą w twych ramionach<br />Płaczącą na twej piersi<br /><br />Ocal mnie przed moimi snami<br />Dziwnymi myślami z przeszłości<br />Trwałymi wspomnieniami<br /><br />Ocal mnie<br />Zabierz mnie<br />Ode mnie<br /><br />***<br /><em><strong>Save me</strong></em><br />Save me from the future<br />Hidden deep in your arms<br />Crying at your chest<br /><br />Save me from my dreams<br />Strange ideas from the past<br />Memories that would last<br /><br />Save me<br />Take me away<br />From myself<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205785127314576835-8633034519232860679?l=sylwisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sylwisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07626115342948330983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205785127314576835.post-87211794219124816202009-06-18T22:50:00.003+02:002009-06-19T09:50:55.840+02:00Nie można utracić<br />Czego się nie miało<br />Nie można odzyskać<br />Czego się nie straciło<br /><br />Historia zazębia się <br />W błędne koło<br />Choć nigdy nie wrócisz<br />Tam, skąd wyruszyłeś<br /><br />***<br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">To lose...<span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span></span><br />You cannot loose<br />What you haven't had<br />You cannot get back<br />What you haven't lost<br /><br />History meshes <br />Like a vicious circle<br />Though you won't come back<br />From where you left<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205785127314576835-8721179421912481620?l=sylwisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sylwisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07626115342948330983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205785127314576835.post-78806891007652583182009-06-12T23:24:00.007+02:002009-06-18T22:59:55.256+02:00Byłam szczęśliwa<br />Ta twarz była mi droga<br />I wciąż jest bliska<br />Choć<br />Coraz bardziej daleka<br /><br />A jednak<br />Wciąż szukam cię w tłumie<br />Wypatruję twej twarzy z oddali<br />Tak bardzo mi ciebie brak…<br /><br />A ty<br />O tym nie wiesz<br />Widząc moją pozorną<br />Radość<br /><br />Pozostajesz bliskim <br />Przyjacielem…<br /><br />***<br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">Despair<span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span></span><br />I used to be happy<br />This face used to be dear to me<br />And it’s still close<br />But<br />More and more distant<br /><br />And yet<br />I’m still searching for you in a crowd<br />I look for your face from afar<br />I miss you so much<br /><br />And <br />You don’t know it<br />Seeing my apparent <br />Happiness<br /><br />You are still my close <br />Friend<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205785127314576835-7880689100765258318?l=sylwisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sylwisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07626115342948330983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205785127314576835.post-79881030420345216202009-04-08T11:35:00.001+02:002009-04-08T11:41:57.896+02:00Ból w piersiach jest dotkliwy<br />Biegnij szybciej<br />Wspomnienia bolą<br />Przyśpiesz jeszcze<br />Przyszłość rysuje się mglista<br />Nie ustawaj w biegu<br />Do przodu<br />I w koło Macieju<br /><br />A może?<br />Porzuć to wszystko<br />Odejdź<br />Zapomnij<br />Odetchnij z ulgą?<br /><br />***<br /><strong><em>Pain </em></strong><br />Pain in chest becomes acute<br />Run faster<br />Your memories hurt<br />Speed up<br />Future is unclear<br />Don’t stop<br />Forward<br />Like a vicious circle<br /><br />Or?<br />Leave it all<br />Go away<br />Forget<br />Sigh with relief?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205785127314576835-7988103042034521620?l=sylwisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sylwisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07626115342948330983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205785127314576835.post-22594682035016565442009-04-08T11:22:00.002+02:002009-04-08T16:00:18.672+02:00Akrobaci Automaty<br />I Dziewczyny Maszyny<br />Spotkasz ich gdziekolwiek<br />Na tańcach czy przy piwie<br />I nawet nie spostrzeżesz<br />Jak<br />Magia<br />Akrobacja<br />Technika<br />Zagoszczą w twych progach<br /><br />***<br /><strong><em>Acrobats Automats<br /></em></strong>Acrobats Automats<br />And Machine Girls<br />You can meet them anywhere<br />At a dancing or at a pub<br />And you won't even notice<br />When<br />Magic<br />Acrobatics<br />Techniques<br />Will come to your doorstep<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205785127314576835-2259468203501656544?l=sylwisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sylwisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07626115342948330983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205785127314576835.post-61402373290055122042009-03-12T14:48:00.003+01:002009-03-12T15:26:26.687+01:00Bez słowa<br />Dzielą świat między siebie<br />Milcząco wymieniają uprzejmości<br />Bezgłośnie rozmawiają o łowiskach i zwierzynie<br />Starają się<br />Nie wchodzić sobie w drogę i w paradę<br /><br />Po chwili<br />Wyłączają okna komunikatorów<br />I wracają do codziennej pracy<br /><br />***<br /><strong><em>Hunters talks</em></strong><br />They divide the world<br />Without any word<br />They exchange courtesies silently<br />They talk quietly of hunting grounds and game<br />They try<br />Not to cross the way and put a spoke in each others wheel<br /><br />After a while<br />They turn off communicators windows<br />And come back to daily work<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205785127314576835-6140237329005512204?l=sylwisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sylwisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07626115342948330983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205785127314576835.post-15947053362709472272009-02-20T15:40:00.000+01:002009-02-20T15:41:11.279+01:00Zawieszona w niebycie<br />Słów niewypowiedzianych<br />Dzieląc z Tobą radość<br />Pragnę więcej<br /><br />Zadaję sobie to samo pytanie<br />Zadając tobie to samo pytanie<br />Zapominam o drobnym szczególe<br /><br />Nie witając się<br />Nie trzeba się żegnać<br /><br />***<br /><strong>Non-existence</strong><br />Suspended in non-existence<br />Of untold words<br />Sharing happiness with you<br />I want more<br /><br />I ask myself the same question<br />While I ask you the same question<br />I forget one little detail<br /><br />When you don’t greet someone<br />You don’t have to say goodbye<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205785127314576835-1594705336270947227?l=sylwisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sylwisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07626115342948330983noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205785127314576835.post-66055203313634306932009-02-20T14:50:00.002+01:002009-02-20T15:18:02.581+01:00Święta Madonno od ataków histerii<br />Święta Madonno od siedmiu boleści<br />Panno, co zsyłasz autobusy z rana<br />Co się spóźniają i są zapchane<br /><br />Zanim dostanę ataku histerii<br />Zanim panika mnie nie ogranie<br />Modlę się do ciebie za swe ciemne plany<br />Niech moje plany nie sczezną marnie<br /><br />Ty znasz me plany<br />Ty wiesz, co czuję<br />Do czego dążę<br />I co planuję<br /><br />Spełnij moje prośby<br />Nie pozostanę Ci dłużna<br />Jeśli tylko poprosić raczysz.<br />Czy raczysz?<br /><br />***<br /><strong><em>Santa Madonna of hysterics</em></strong><br />Santa Madonna of hysterics<br />Santa Madonna of worthlessness<br />Lady who sends morning busses<br />Which arrive late and are crowded<br /><br />Before I get a hysterics attack<br />Before panic strikes me<br />I pray to you for my plans which are dark<br />Let not my plans go and fail<br /><br />You know my plans<br />You know what I feel<br />What is my aim<br />And what I plan<br /><br />Please listen to my pray<br />And I will pay<br />Only if you ask<br />Would you ask?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205785127314576835-6605520331363430693?l=sylwisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sylwisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07626115342948330983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205785127314576835.post-91438919170570570392009-02-20T11:38:00.001+01:002009-02-20T11:40:08.297+01:00Pozostałości wczoraj<br />Przypominają mi boleśnie o dniu poprzednim<br /><br />Było dużo pośpiechu<br />Było dużo zamieszania<br />Był bieg<br /><br />Więc lubię biegać<br />I każdy krok przypomina mi o tym<br /><br />To się nazywa<br /><em>Zakwasy…</em><br /><br />***<br /><strong><em>The remains of yesterday</em></strong><br />The remains of yesterday<br />Remind me painfully of the day before<br /><br />There was much rush<br />There was much hustle<br />There was a run<br /><br />So I like running.<br />And each step reminds me of this.<br /><br />It’s called<br /><em>Muscle fever…<br /></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205785127314576835-9143891917057057039?l=sylwisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sylwisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07626115342948330983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205785127314576835.post-45319054674223650202009-02-04T10:37:00.000+01:002009-02-04T10:38:12.016+01:00Przebieram nogami<br />Stojąc w miejscu<br />Im droga dłuższa<br />Tym mniej realna<br /><br />Daleka wędrówka<br />Stojąc w miejscu<br />Przy cichej nadziei<br />Że się nie cofam<br /><br />***<br /><strong><em>The Way</em></strong><br />I’m tapping my feet<br />Standing in one place<br />The longer the way is<br />The more unreal<br /><br />Long wander<br />Standing in one place<br />With a quiet hope<br />That I’m not stepping back<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205785127314576835-4531905467422365020?l=sylwisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sylwisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07626115342948330983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205785127314576835.post-72311638246739519302009-01-26T22:52:00.001+01:002009-01-26T22:55:01.704+01:00Odkryłam karty. i po co...<br />Czy nadal chcesz grać ze mną?<br />Czy akceptujesz tę grę?<br />A jak nie - to znów.<br />I karty przy orderach...<br /><br />***<br /><strong><em>The Game...</em></strong><br />I’ve show my cards and what for...<br />Do you still want to play with me?<br />Do you accept this game?<br />And if not – once again.<br />And keep your cards close...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205785127314576835-7231163824673951930?l=sylwisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sylwisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07626115342948330983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205785127314576835.post-16923831479400937592009-01-26T14:21:00.003+01:002009-01-26T14:29:09.666+01:00Gwiazdy wydały nade mną sąd:<br />- wieczną jest ciemność, wiecznym jest błąd.<br />- Ty budowniku nadgwiezdnych wież<br />- będziesz się tułał, jak dziki zwierz.<br />- zapadnie każdy pod tobą ląd -<br />- wśród ognia zmarzniesz - stlisz się jak lont.<br /><br />A gwiazdom odparł królewski duch:<br />wam przeznaczono okrężny ruch,<br />mojej wolności dowodem błąd,<br />serce me dźwiga w głębinach ląd.<br />Poszumy płaczą mogilnych drzew,<br />lecz w barce życia płynie mój śpiew.<br />Ja budowniczy nadgwiezdnych miast<br />szydzę z rozpaczy gasnących gwiazd.<br /><br /><em>Jeden z moich ulubionych wierszy. Czasem myślę, że ukazuje moje życie.</em><br /><em></em><br />***<br /><strong><em>Tadeusz Miciński "Ananke"</em></strong><br />The stars have passed a judgement on me:<br />- Endless is error and misery.<br />- You who build towers that reach past the skies<br />- shall wander like beast, awaiting demise.<br />- All land shall crumble from under your feet<br />- till you shall perish of cold by the heat<br /><br />To them the royal spirit replied:<br />stars locked in motion of self-rule denied!<br />Error is nothing but my freedom's toll<br />unventured land fills the depths of my soul.<br />Mournful is rustle of burial trees<br />Yet song of my life flows on the breeze.<br />I who build cities that reach past the skies<br />watch the stars fading with jealous cries.<br /><br /><em>the translation from www.poema.art.pl</em><br /><em> One of my favourite poems. Sometimes I do think my life goes like that.</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205785127314576835-1692383147940093759?l=sylwisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sylwisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07626115342948330983noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205785127314576835.post-71824945578030155202009-01-26T14:12:00.004+01:002009-01-26T14:14:35.899+01:00To, co tak ciąży<br />i pcha w dół,<br />to, co boli jak ból<br />i pali jak policzek,<br />to może być kamień<br />lub kotwica.<br /><br />***<br /><strong><em>Adam Zagajewski "This" </em></strong><br />What weights on you<br />And pushes you down<br />What hurts like pain<br />And burns like a slap<br />It can be a stone<br />Or an anchor<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205785127314576835-7182494557803015520?l=sylwisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sylwisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07626115342948330983noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205785127314576835.post-55380109067121552512009-01-19T14:06:00.000+01:002009-01-19T14:08:13.307+01:00Pływający Derwisze z Pragi<br />Unoszą się na powierzchni wody<br />Ćwiczą wytrzymałość<br />Łaskotani w boczki i stopy<br />Pływający Derwisze<br />Wśród bąbelków jacuzzi<br />Grają w łapki<br />Kończynami dolnymi<br /><br />***<br /><strong><em>The swimming Dervishes<br /></em></strong>The swimming Dervishes of Prague<br />Float on the water surface<br />They exercise their strength<br />Tickled on the side or on feet<br />The swimming Dervishes<br />In the Jacuzzi bubbles<br />Play hand tower games<br />With their lower limbs<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205785127314576835-5538010906712155251?l=sylwisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sylwisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07626115342948330983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205785127314576835.post-77926150814593033012009-01-19T14:05:00.000+01:002009-01-19T14:06:35.893+01:00Jeśli się spytasz, skąd jestem –<br />Odpowiem, że stąd.<br />Jeśli zapytasz, co robię<br />Odpowiem, że nic wielkiego<br />Jeśli się spytasz…<br />Odpowiem na to, co uznam za stosowne.<br /><br />***<br /><strong><em>If...</em></strong><br />If you ask me where I’m from<br />I’ll answer that from here<br />If you ask me what I do<br />I’ll answer that nothing special<br />If you ask…<br />I’ll answer what I find appropriate<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205785127314576835-7792615081459303301?l=sylwisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sylwisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07626115342948330983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205785127314576835.post-67674471646591045062009-01-15T22:52:00.003+01:002009-01-15T23:06:01.061+01:00Ziemia niczyja<br />I pole walk<br />Pełna nadziei oraz trosk<br />Brnąć bez celu<br />Przez pustynię<br />I przez sztorm<br /><br />Kto to?<br />Nie pytaj więcej mnie<br /><br />***<br /><strong><em>No man’s land</em></strong><br />No man’s land<br />And battle field<br />Full of hope<br />And misery<br />Aimless wander<br />Through the desert<br />Through the storm<br /><br />Who's that<br />Ask me never more<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205785127314576835-6767447164659104506?l=sylwisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sylwisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07626115342948330983noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205785127314576835.post-39745432869181111432009-01-15T10:12:00.001+01:002009-01-15T10:14:12.354+01:00Znajdź mnie<br />Gdy stoję w tłumie<br />Gdy stoję w kolejce<br />Spokój i radość<br />To tylko pozór<br />Cierpię w środku<br />Czy ulżysz mój ból?<br /><br />***<br /><strong><em>Find me</em></strong><br />Find me<br />Standing in a crowd<br />Standing in a queue<br />Peacefulness and joy<br />Is just a guise<br />I suffer inside<br />Would you ease my pain?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205785127314576835-3974543286918111143?l=sylwisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sylwisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07626115342948330983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205785127314576835.post-10735271043024548362009-01-15T09:54:00.002+01:002009-01-15T23:11:58.779+01:00To, co poznajesz<br />To stan obecny<br />Taka nie byłam<br />Taka nie będę<br />Przeczekaj<br />Przyzwyczaj się<br />Zaakceptuj<br /><br />***<br /><strong><em>Present state</em></strong><br />What you get to know<br />Is a present state<br />I wasn’t like that<br />I won’t be like that<br />Wait it through<br />Get used<br />Accept<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205785127314576835-1073527104302454836?l=sylwisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sylwisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07626115342948330983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205785127314576835.post-89542956282337853422009-01-15T09:39:00.005+01:002009-01-15T23:07:55.975+01:00Zamieram w bezruchu<br />Gdy piękno<br />Porazi mój wzrok<br />Wstrzymuję oddech<br />Ujrzawszy twój wdzięk<br />Jedwab twych dłoni<br />Włosów muślin<br />Aksamit ust<br /><br />A wtedy<br />Świat się kończy<br />I świat się zaczyna<br /><br />Nadchodzi<br />Kolejna samotna noc<br />Bez ciebie<br /><br />***<br /><strong><em>Stillness<br /></em></strong>I stand still<br />When your beauty<br />Strikes me eyes<br />I keep my breath<br />Seeing your grace<br />Silk of your hands<br />Muslin of hair<br />Velvet of lips<br /><br />And then<br />The world ends<br />And the world begins<br /><br />Here comes<br />The next lonely night<br />Without you<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205785127314576835-8954295628233785342?l=sylwisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sylwisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07626115342948330983noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205785127314576835.post-852481296876834372009-01-02T14:11:00.002+01:002009-01-02T14:13:09.402+01:00Gotem w czerwieni<br />Na imprezie bollywodzkiej<br />Dzieckiem w przebraniu dorosłego<br />Dorosłym w przebraniu dziecka<br />Bezimiennym pracownikiem multikorporacji<br />Głosem w słuchawce: „Nie, to pomyłka”<br />Sobą<br /><br />***<br /><strong><em>Who am I?</em></strong><br />A goth in red<br />At a bollywood event<br />A child in adult’s disguise<br />An adult in child’s disguise<br />No named employee of a multicorporation<br />A voice on the phone: “Wrong number”<br />Myself<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205785127314576835-85248129687683437?l=sylwisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sylwisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07626115342948330983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205785127314576835.post-77978949746387048652008-12-29T22:17:00.002+01:002008-12-29T22:20:27.183+01:00Lubię osobę<br />Którą jestem<br />I myślę<br />Że ona<br />Też mnie lubi...<br /><br />***<br /><strong><em>Split personality?</em></strong><br />I like the person<br />Who I am<br />And I think<br />That<br />She likes me too...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205785127314576835-7797894974638704865?l=sylwisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sylwisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07626115342948330983noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205785127314576835.post-59936385549018704652008-12-22T16:20:00.002+01:002008-12-22T16:28:22.751+01:00Kulturalni ludzie<br />Mówią "Dzień dobry" i "Dziękuję"<br />Kulturalni ludzie<br />Czytają klasyków<br />Chodzą na premiery i wernisaże<br /><br />Kulturalni ludzie<br />W ustronnych miejscach<br />Oddają się<br />Przyziemnym sprawom<br /><br />***<br /><strong><em>Well-mannered people</em></strong><br />Well-mannered people<br />Say "Good Morning" and "Thank you"<br />Well-mannered people<br />Read classics<br />Go to premieres and vernissages<br /><br />Well-mannered people<br />Do ordinary things<br />In secluded places<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205785127314576835-5993638554901870465?l=sylwisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sylwisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07626115342948330983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205785127314576835.post-34203674732791520832008-12-22T16:17:00.002+01:002008-12-23T09:13:02.148+01:00Mój własny<br />Plac zabaw<br />Poletko doświadczalne<br />Moja własna<br />Samotnia<br />Moje<br />Ciało<br /><br />***<br /><strong><em>My...</em></strong><br />My own<br />Playground<br />Plot<br />My own<br />Hermitage<br />My<br />Body<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205785127314576835-3420367473279152083?l=sylwisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sylwisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07626115342948330983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205785127314576835.post-20431370941247099822008-12-14T22:33:00.005+01:002008-12-14T22:41:14.588+01:00W swej samotności<br />Nie jesteś sam<br />W swej samodzielności<br />Nie zawsze samodzielny<br />W swej odmienności<br />Nie zawsze odmienny<br /><br />Tam, gdzie kończy się moja ręka<br />Zaczyna się druga osoba<br /><br />***<br /><strong><em>Independence</em></strong><br />In your loneliness<br />You are not alone<br />In your self-reliance<br />You're not always self-reliant<br />In your difference<br />You're not always different<br /><br />Where my hand ends<br />Another person begins<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205785127314576835-2043137094124709982?l=sylwisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sylwisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07626115342948330983noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205785127314576835.post-56028507119866382992008-12-14T22:14:00.007+01:002008-12-22T16:54:09.660+01:00Uśmiecham się na wspomnienie twojej twarzy<br />Uśmiecham się, widząc twoją fotografię<br />Która uśmiecha się do mnie<br /><br />Dawno nie widziałam twojego uśmiechu<br />Dawno nie widziałam ciebie<br />Już pewnie nie zobaczę<br /><br />Pozostała mi tylko ta fotografia<br />Pozostał mi tylko<br />Uśmiech na twarzy<br /><br />***<br /><strong><em>A Smile</em></strong><br />I smile when I recall your face<br />I smile when I see your photo<br />Which smiles at me<br /><br />I haven't seen your smile for ages<br />I haven't seen you for ages<br />I won't probably see you again<br /><br />There's only this photo left<br />There's only<br />The smile on my face left<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205785127314576835-5602850711986638299?l=sylwisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sylwisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07626115342948330983noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205785127314576835.post-58273919037255116282008-12-03T22:18:00.003+01:002008-12-03T22:30:33.507+01:00Baw się<br />Bo później będziesz za stary<br />Baw się<br />Bo później nie będzie wypadać<br />Baw się<br />Bo później nie będzie ci się chciało...<br /><br />Nieplanowane spotkanie przyniosło mi rozrywkę<br />Tobie - wyrzuty sumienia...<br /><br />***<br /><em><strong>Play</strong></em><br />Play<br />Because you will be too old later<br />Play<br />Because it won't be right later<br />Play<br />Because you won't like to do it later...<br /><br />Unplanned meeting gave me entertainment<br />And - pangs of conscience - to you...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205785127314576835-5827391903725511628?l=sylwisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sylwisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07626115342948330983noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205785127314576835.post-50063392484759511142008-12-03T22:02:00.011+01:002009-06-18T21:05:22.460+02:00Wiersz <strong>Tadeusza Micińskiego</strong> z tomu <strong>"W Mroku Gwiazd"</strong><br /><br />Bądź zdrowa! [jak dziwnie brzmi dzwon!]<br />Bądź zdrowa! [lecą liście z drzewa...]<br />Bądź zdrowa! [miłość jest jak zgon...]<br />Bądź zdrowa! [wiatr złowrogi śpiewa...]<br /><em>- Już nigdy! -<br /></em>Rwie serce Twój płacz!<br /><br /><em>- Wydarł się z piersi niespodzianie,<br />- żegnam Cię: - trzeba - i Ty Boże racz -<br />- litości!... - -<br /></em>W konie!... Chryste Panie.<br /><br />---<br /><em>My translation of the <strong>Tadeusz Micinski's</strong> poem from the book</em> <em><strong>"In the darkness of stars"</strong></em><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><em>***</em><br />Farewell! [how strange sounds the bell!]<br />Farewell! [leaves are falling from trees...]<br />Farewell! [love is like death...]<br />Farewell [sinister wind sings]<br /><em>- Never more! -<br /></em>Your crying tears my heart!<br /><br /><em>- It tore suddenly from chest,<br />- goodbye: - I have to - and may God deign-<br />- mercy!... - -</em><br />On your horses!... Jesus Christ.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205785127314576835-5006339248475951114?l=sylwisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sylwisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07626115342948330983noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205785127314576835.post-61052757729499920422008-11-23T16:59:00.002+01:002008-11-23T17:08:11.761+01:00Działaj stanowczo, a rozważnie<br />Życie odbierzesz - a nie zwrócisz<br />Życie dasz - a nie odbierzesz<br /><br />***<br /><strong><em>The Rhyme</em></strong><br />Act decidedly, but prudently<br />You can take the life - but you won't give it back<br />You will give life - but you won't take it back<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205785127314576835-6105275772949992042?l=sylwisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sylwisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07626115342948330983noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205785127314576835.post-2799721497654551262008-11-23T16:47:00.006+01:002008-11-23T17:20:52.821+01:00Rozstaliśmy się w pół drogi<br />Między znanym a nieznanym<br />Już nie tak sobie obcy<br />A jeszcze nieznajomi<br /><br />W snach wciąż widzę<br />Twoją twarz<br /><br />Za namową snów<br />Szukam twej twarzy w tłumie<br />Czy kiedyś cię<br />Znów zobaczę?<br /><br />***<br /><strong><em>Dreams</em></strong><br />We parted in the middle<br />Between known and unknown<br />Not so much strangers<br />But not yet friends<br /><br />I still see your face<br />In my dreams<br /><br />Following my dreams<br />I search for your face in the crowd<br />Will I see you<br />Again?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205785127314576835-279972149765455126?l=sylwisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sylwisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07626115342948330983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205785127314576835.post-65657775571388904952008-11-23T16:43:00.006+01:002008-11-23T16:47:19.874+01:00Wielka miłość - wielka nienawiść<br />Mała miłość - mały gniew<br />Wielki smutek...<br /><br /><em><strong>What lasts behind...</strong></em><br />Great love - great hate<br />Little love - little anger<br />Great sadness...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205785127314576835-6565777557138890495?l=sylwisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sylwisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07626115342948330983noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205785127314576835.post-44248641730586215252008-11-19T12:17:00.003+01:002008-11-19T12:23:32.561+01:00Żyjąc wiecznie<br />Możesz błądzić<br />W nieskończoność<br /><br />Nie rzucaj swej drogi<br />By nie zginąć<br />Marnie<br /><br />***<br /><strong><em>Eternity</em></strong><br />Living eternal life<br />You can be mistaken<br />Infinitely<br /><br />Don't give up your way<br />Otherwise you'll die<br />Miserably<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205785127314576835-4424864173058621525?l=sylwisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sylwisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07626115342948330983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205785127314576835.post-31923636236245002602008-11-18T22:10:00.003+01:002008-11-18T22:13:21.714+01:00Słońce jest ślepe<br />Księżyc jest głuchy<br />Nikt nie widział<br />Nikt nie słyszał<br />Spadającej gwiazdy<br /><br />***<br /><em><strong>The star</strong></em><br />The sun is blind<br />The moon is deaf<br />Nobody has seen<br />Nobody has heart<br />The falling star<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205785127314576835-3192363623624500260?l=sylwisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sylwisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07626115342948330983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205785127314576835.post-34013025651453648152008-11-18T21:59:00.007+01:002008-11-18T22:19:58.552+01:00Kiedy płaczę<br />Kiedy jestem smutna<br />Gdy tracę nadzieję<br />Wtedy<br />Nagle przychodzi<br />Anioł ze złamanym skrzydłem<br /><br />Kim jesteś?<br />Zapytałam tę istotę<br />Dlaczego przyszedłeś?<br />Zostaw mnie w spokoju.<br /><br />Nie<br />Nie zostawię cię<br />Jestem twoim<br />Duchem opiekuńczym<br /><br />***<br /><strong><em>The Guardian spirit</em></strong><br />When I cry<br />When I'm sad<br />My hope is lost<br />Then<br />Suddenly comes<br />An angel with a broken wing<br /><br />Who are you?<br />I asked that creature<br />Why have you come?<br />Leave me alone<br /><br />No<br />I won't leave you<br />I'm your<br />Guardian spirit<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205785127314576835-3401302565145364815?l=sylwisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sylwisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07626115342948330983noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205785127314576835.post-61789587796034171472008-11-18T10:44:00.001+01:002008-11-18T10:55:16.697+01:00<span style="font-family:georgia;">W głowie myśli potok wzbiera<br />I wylewa mi się uchem<br />Znowu pióro mi przecieka<br />W złości rzucam kałamarzem<br />Atramentu perły zbieram<br />Bładząc gdzieś daleko duchem<br /><br />***<br /><strong><em>The Pen</em></strong><br />The torrent of thoughts runs in my head<br />It overflows through my ears<br />My pen leaks once again<br />I throw the ink-pot in anger<br />I pick the pearls of ink<br />While my spirit wanders far away</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205785127314576835-6178958779603417147?l=sylwisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sylwisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07626115342948330983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205785127314576835.post-71246970162295449642008-11-18T10:39:00.000+01:002008-11-18T10:41:51.385+01:00<span style="font-family:georgia;">Uroniłabym nad twym grobem łzę</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Gdybym wiedziała</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Gdzie on jest</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">***</span><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">The Teardrop</span></em></strong><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I would shed a tear over your grave</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">If only I knew</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Where it is</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205785127314576835-7124697016229544964?l=sylwisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sylwisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07626115342948330983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205785127314576835.post-3527396111361436882008-11-17T22:11:00.000+01:002008-11-18T09:35:46.584+01:00<span style="font-family:georgia;">Królowa i Kat<br />Król kata<br />Brat<br /><br />***<br /><strong><em>The Headsman</em></strong><br />The Queen and the headsman<br />The King<br />Headsman's kin<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205785127314576835-352739611136143688?l=sylwisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sylwisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07626115342948330983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205785127314576835.post-40562758740833895002008-11-17T21:03:00.000+01:002008-11-18T09:38:15.312+01:00<span style="font-family:georgia;">Mój duch przewodni<br />Mój geniusz lewy<br />Przepił rozsądek</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Puścił się przodem<br /><br />Mój duch przewodni<br />Wyzionął ducha<br />Na dach warowni<br />Spadła noc głucha<br /><br />Słodycz z bólem zatańczyły<br />Weselisko pękło z hukiem<br />Gdy nad miastem mrok zapadał<br />Wyleciały szyby z okien<br /><br />Zagraj prozodię<br />Na starą melodię<br />Zrób tu parodię<br />Myśli przewodniej!<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">***</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong><em>The game</em></strong></span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"><br />My leading spirit<br />My left genius</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Drank away his reason</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">He rushed before me<br /><br />My leading spirit<br />Lost his life<br />The night fell<br />On the roof of fortress<br /><br />Sweetness and pain danced together<br />The wedding broke with a bang<br />When the dark was falling<br />The windowpanes fell out<br /><br />Play prosody<br />On an old melody<br />Make a parody<br />Of the theory</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205785127314576835-4056275874083389500?l=sylwisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sylwisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07626115342948330983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205785127314576835.post-55298022768395335382008-11-17T20:56:00.000+01:002008-11-17T21:28:24.752+01:00<span style="font-family:georgia;">Ten związek to bolero<br />Ten związek to ryzyko<br />To tango - krwawy taniec<br />Na zębach </span><span style="font-family:georgia;">masz kaganiec...</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Krwawe tango z różą w zębach</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">***</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong><em>Tango</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">This bond is bolero</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">This bond is risk</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">It's tango - bloody dance</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">You've got a muzzle on your face</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Bloody tango with a rose in your teeth</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205785127314576835-5529802276839533538?l=sylwisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sylwisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07626115342948330983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205785127314576835.post-12188829638740437062008-11-17T15:22:00.001+01:002008-11-17T16:38:49.603+01:00<span style="font-family:georgia;">Mój miecz, a z nim świt</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Niesie ci gwiazdy</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Przed oczyma</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">***<br /><em><strong>Dawn</strong></em><br />My sword and the dawn<br />Bring you stars<br />Before your eyes</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205785127314576835-1218882963874043706?l=sylwisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sylwisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07626115342948330983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205785127314576835.post-84261342644578281582008-11-17T15:19:00.000+01:002008-11-17T21:29:45.596+01:00<span style="font-family:georgia;">Na krzyżu wisiał Pan</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Na krzyżu wisiał sam</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">A przy nim łotrów dwóch</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Jeden oddawał duch</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">A drugi tylko</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Spał</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">***<br /><em><strong>On the hill of Golgotha</strong></em><br />The Lord hung on the cross<br />He hung on the cross alone<br />Beside him were two thieves<br />One of them was dying<br />The other one just slept</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205785127314576835-8426134264457828158?l=sylwisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sylwisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07626115342948330983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205785127314576835.post-8619020353664390272008-11-17T15:04:00.001+01:002008-12-22T16:57:17.203+01:00<span style="font-family:georgia;">Nie w każdej muszli perła</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">W każdym śnie</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Prawdy trochę</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Ktoś puka do bram snu</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Nie otwieraj, nim się dowiesz</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Kto stoi za progiem</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">***<br /><strong><em>The Dream </em></strong><br />There's no pearl in every shell<br />There's a bit of truth<br />In every dream </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Someone's knocking at the gate of dream<br />Don't open, till you know<br />Who's standing at the door</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205785127314576835-861902035366439027?l=sylwisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sylwisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07626115342948330983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205785127314576835.post-3895264182128343902008-11-17T15:01:00.000+01:002008-11-18T09:39:13.186+01:00<span style="font-family:georgia;">Ja, prosta tancerka</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Niosę ci na tacy</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Głowę Proroka...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">***<br /><strong><em>Salome</em></strong><br />I, a humble dancer<br />Bring you the head of Prophet<br />On a tray...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205785127314576835-389526418212834390?l=sylwisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sylwisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07626115342948330983noreply@blogger.com0