Every eye looking every other way
Counting down ’til the train would stop
I did not notice the passers-by
And they did not notice me
Counting down ’til the train would stop
I did not notice the passers-by
And they did not notice me
czwartek, 5 listopada 2009
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Mnie na studiach męczono tym:
In a Station of the Metro
THE apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.
(Ezra Pound)
Tak mi się skojarzyło.
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