Let us hurry …

Let us hurry to love people they depart so quickly Leaving only their shoes and silence on the phone

Let us hurry to love people

they depart so quickly

Leaving only their shoes

and silence on the phone

Only what is unimportant tends to drag like a cow The most important is so fast that happens in split-second

Only what is unimportant

tends to drag like a cow

The most important is so fast

that happens in split-second

Silence that follows – normal and unbearable Is like a clarity born straight from despair When we think about someone who is no longer with us

Silence that follows –

normal and unbearable

Is like a clarity born straight from despair

When we think about someone

who is no longer with us

Please do not be so certain that there is still time left For certainty happens to be most uncertain

Please do not be so certain

that there is still time left

For certainty happens to be most uncertain

It takes away our sensitivity along with happiness And comes concurrently like pathos and humor

It takes away our sensitivity

along with happiness

And comes concurrently

like pathos and humor

Just like two different passions yet not as strong as one Tend to die down so quickly, like thrush song in July Like a sound somewhat clumsy or a vacuous bow

Just like two different passions

yet not as strong as one

Tend to die down so quickly,

like thrush song in July

Like a sound somewhat clumsy or a vacuous bow

They have to close their eyes i n order to truly see And even though to be born is a greater risk than to die

They have to close their eyes

i n order to truly see

And even though

to be born is a greater risk than to die

We love still too little … and always too late …

We love still too little …

and always too late …

Do not write about it too often but write once and for all And you will become like a dolphin both gentle and strong

Do not write about it too often

but write once and for all

And you will become like a dolphin

both gentle and strong

Let us hurry to love people, they depart so quickly And those who are not, will not always return

Let us hurry to love people,

they depart so quickly

And those who are not,

will not always return

And you never know while speaking of love Is the first one last, or the last one first.

And you never know

while speaking of love

Is the first one last,

or the last one first.

Poem by Polish Poet Father Jan Twardowski Music : Secret Garden „ Sanctuary ” Created by A..a

Poem by Polish Poet Father Jan Twardowski

Music : Secret Garden „ Sanctuary ”

Created by A..a