Niedługo po wytextowaniu „rybki” [Recurrent Currents], która przyszła do mnie pewnego wieczoru dwa miesiące temu, przyszły do mnie również słowa poniższe. Na ich temat być może więcej innym razem, kiedy być może napiszę o ich bohaterce. Dzisiaj zapisuję w moim blogowym brulionie czysty tekst:
Caroline's a lot of things
She writes books and she sings
She thinks too
Sometimes she sinks
Caroline's a lot of things
Every time her life's a wreckage
She bundles it in a package
Of experience that will pay
On some other later day
She fights wars and she wins
Caroline's a lot of things
Singing, thinking, sinking too
Since the days that were not true
Nightmares in the daylight seen
Were just like an undreamed dream
With eyes open wide with fears
With eyes full of dried up tears
Every time her life's a wreckage
She bundles it in a package
Of experience that will pay
On some other better day
She fights wars and she wins
Caroline's a lot of things
She draws crochets with her needles
Thus she solves life's various riddles
Yes sometimes she also sinks
Don't they say that life stinks?
Yet for Caroline not for long
Before she resumes her song
She fights battles, wars she wins
Forgiving – life's – unforgivable – sins
24.02.2022
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