I contemplate the pure ematiated lines of your face
on the wall of memory , and your eyes that are already
communing with other landscapes where we can\'t escape.
There\'s blood on your lips and a red triangle on your chest.
I imagine the woman you\'ll never be and the child
you won\'t hold in your arms ...
26947 .The losing number in the lottery of life ...
It was an hesitant spring day,a cold and angry wind whistle the call
but the road to heaven was burning hot ...
The devil was very busy,tooking care of business as usual ,
and god was so happy in Paris ...
A gentle smiling doctor found the way to your heart under the red triangle.
Your flesh is the grass of the meadow where dream horses gallop...
For eternity and a few seconds did you feel the presence of a time traveller
contemplating your face, frozen on the memorial wall ?
CZESŁAWA .