Karol Sobański Rogoźno

I'll wait here. Just like that .. I'll dream

Nell 'look at your suitcase

for now, sleeping is the Earth

circle-his-

and dissolved in the veins

I have no other power

than waiting for a voice

- Your -

and sound its depths;

distillate insipid second particles

next to 'shadow

static and silent,

an hourglass rather bad.

S 'bows to the pink blush of the sky

abandoned on the' wind wave

petals of dreams, words in the fragment,

against the backdrop of a August faded

as a step in the attic for storage.

beggar in my sleepless nights

embrace some more to the Moon;

volcano again, the sky tonight

- lapilli stars

; to unknown routes -

small, fragile comets

so that I would share

changing every tear to 'darkness

to caress the hair mine.

How to beat, sultry, hours

between me el 'immense suspended

sings the owl riddles not revealed

a barn, the whose walls

tell even by oxen-drawn plows.

tuning and radio

frequencies night

chirping of crickets and their

... Maybe it will rain tomorrow

their concert and I can not hear

... the storm, on my skin, via flow

and although so far I do not touch your hand

smile, no waiting in vain ...

Across the sea and its waves,

bottle came in your message:

"Let the rain bathing your soul do not leave.

one ray of sunlight away without heat .... "

Sabrina (August 21, 2010)

Sardinia , photo by Lisa T. (my daughter) from my web album: Landscapes of the sea.

Karol Sobański Rogoźno

I'll wait here. Just like that .. I'll dream

Nell 'look at your suitcase

for now, sleeping is the Earth

circle-his-

and dissolved in the veins

I have no other power

than waiting for a voice

- Your -

and sound its depths;

distillate insipid second particles

next to 'shadow

static and silent,

an hourglass rather bad.

S 'bows to the pink blush of the sky

abandoned on the' wind wave

petals of dreams, words in the fragment,

against the backdrop of a August faded

as a step in the attic for storage.

beggar in my sleepless nights

embrace some more to the Moon;

volcano again, the sky tonight

- lapilli stars

; to unknown routes -

small, fragile comets

so that I would share

changing every tear to 'darkness

to caress the hair mine.

How to beat, sultry, hours

between me el 'immense suspended

sings the owl riddles not revealed

a barn, the whose walls

tell even by oxen-drawn plows.

tuning and radio

frequencies night

chirping of crickets and their

... Maybe it will rain tomorrow

their concert and I can not hear

... the storm, on my skin, via flow

and although so far I do not touch your hand

smile, no waiting in vain ...

Across the sea and its waves,

bottle came in your message:

"Let the rain bathing your soul do not leave.

one ray of sunlight away without heat .... "

Sabrina (August 21, 2010)

Sardinia , photo by Lisa T. (my daughter) from my web album: Landscapes of the sea.

Cake Boss Buttercream Recipie

"It's snowing stardust from the sky,
as soft cloud
around me tonight
as I try to grab
behind the wheel of my imagination,
voracious devourer
spaces connected to my body;
weighs on the face,
eyes, now curtains fell
on the items of the evening,
follow call
campaign already dormant;

Project road
mural on the wall lights;
lights off, pull, sleep
next to my tiredness but
my heart, more tenacious,
not let him park ...
'm knocking on the door of dreams
but no later than your arms;
requires the 'soul contact,
ethereal connection between body away ...
hold me, through your heart, hold
draws for me ... and I sleep at night.
Let me slide, a river of meaning, in full,
in 'bed of your thoughts ...

... now I'll dream ...

Secular branches
arabesques intertwine
with the 'blue sky;
soft sun
caress the green foliage
above our eyes;
to the leaves, the wind will whisper
to scour drops of light
our skin ..
... and again we will
in 'immensity of a hug,
in' intensity of a silent,
in 'balanced life' s emotions
... and again will perfume Wood,
continuous song of cicadas,
passing curious eyes
that once again we see sitting there,
in an exchange of moments of 'eternity.

back to us on our bench ...
... well ... I'll dream.

Sabrina (July 31, 2010)

Park Roncolo (RE), from 'album: "In the hills"

Cake Boss Buttercream Recipie

"It's snowing stardust from the sky,
as soft cloud
around me tonight
as I try to grab
behind the wheel of my imagination,
voracious devourer
spaces connected to my body;
weighs on the face,
eyes, now curtains fell
on the items of the evening,
follow call
campaign already dormant;

Project road
mural on the wall lights;
lights off, pull, sleep
next to my tiredness but
my heart, more tenacious,
not let him park ...
'm knocking on the door of dreams
but no later than your arms;
requires the 'soul contact,
ethereal connection between body away ...
hold me, through your heart, hold
draws for me ... and I sleep at night.
Let me slide, a river of meaning, in full,
in 'bed of your thoughts ...

... now I'll dream ...

Secular branches
arabesques intertwine
with the 'blue sky;
soft sun
caress the green foliage
above our eyes;
to the leaves, the wind will whisper
to scour drops of light
our skin ..
... and again we will
in 'immensity of a hug,
in' intensity of a silent,
in 'balanced life' s emotions
... and again will perfume Wood,
continuous song of cicadas,
passing curious eyes
that once again we see sitting there,
in an exchange of moments of 'eternity.

back to us on our bench ...
... well ... I'll dream.

Sabrina (July 31, 2010)

Park Roncolo (RE), from 'album: "In the hills"