Activities of Anna Banasiak

the colours of autumn are spilling
images hit like foaming waves
green is retreating
extinguished
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dreams about you
still wandering along the milky way
at infinity
mixed with coffee
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There's nothing
to complain about
dance for joy
chew a bit
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HE-Puccini, score of happiness, promise of passion. She, in love with his enigmatic look, in a face full of hidden labyrinths, mysterious and incapacitating like Beethoven's symphony. She could not imagine herself without him, she was a wave flowing around the keyboard of his body.
He extracted previously unknown sounds from her, in his strong hands she became an instrument of harmony and delight.
He sang her arias of Verdi and Puccini, painted fiery Pegasus heads, recited Mickiewicz, dreamed dreams.
'I'll plant a tree, build a house for our son, and you'll be with me because I want to. No one will ever love you like I do. You must be mine, immediately, do not say no.
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I'm watching
slow string of time
going into non-existence
of the rhythm of the ocean into the future of the past
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words
in your mouth
unfinished
thrown
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I'm a tree
in my orchard of moods
suspended in time
introverted
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I want to touch you
dry with my body
hide
in your arms
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love for you
never ends
your voice plays in me
music of the sea
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This apple tree has always had rich fruits
I still remember my grandfather with an apple in hand
I open with the key of imagination
a gate to the garden of dreams
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