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Sunday, November 25, 2007
Leciał Wróbelek
I'm crazy!
embodies all the tragedies:
of the outlaw,
of the possessed,
of the convict,
the leper,
the beggar ... ME
see imprisoned and harassed by an endless black sorrow
The prison guards are cast shouldered rifles and watch me, let me loose
ma # in the morning and at night I returned to the cell. No rebel will
handcuffed to jail if I'm off to him, handcuffed him.
(He who is silent, sweating and twitching lips, it's me.) No thief
sits alone on the bench and is accused of theft;
I sit beside me and I am judged and sentenced with him.
cholera Next to agonize me too.
My face is ash, thunder
my nerves and they all leave my bed. And that
beggar me. Look at me!
extension cable hat and embarrassingly ask for alms.
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