(Translated by: Anna Maria Mazur)
I was awaken
by another rainy dawn.
Snuggling with a pillow
I’m painting your portrait with a poem
as if all those years wouldn’t tore us apart
as if it would be only a short verse.
In the unpredictable wandering of thoughts
I saw a cracked door.
When I find the courage to open it
May will turn green
and we will find each other…