HURRY UP TO LOVE PEOPLE,
THEY PASS AWAY SO FAST
only shoes and silent telephone remains
only what is trivial lags like a cow
the most important is so beautiful that occurs suddenly
afterwards natural silence therefore unbearable
like purity born straightforward from distress
when we think about someone, remaining without them
Don't be sure that you still have time, because certainty is vague
it takes away compassion like any joy
it comes simultaneously with pathos and humour
like two passions still weaker than one
they go away fast like thrush falling silent in July
like sound a bit awkward or emotionless bow
to see decently they close their eyes
though greater risk is to be born than to die
we still love too little and always too late
Don't write about it often but once and forever
and you will be like a dolphin gentle and powerful
HURRY UP TO LOVE PEOPLE, THEY PASS AWAY SO FAST
AND THOSE WHO PERISH, NOT ALWAYS RETURN
AND WE NEVER KNOW TALKING ABOUT LOVE,
only shoes and silent telephone remains
only what is trivial lags like a cow
the most important is so beautiful that occurs suddenly
afterwards natural silence therefore unbearable
like purity born straightforward from distress
when we think about someone, remaining without them
Don't be sure that you still have time, because certainty is vague
it takes away compassion like any joy
it comes simultaneously with pathos and humour
like two passions still weaker than one
they go away fast like thrush falling silent in July
like sound a bit awkward or emotionless bow
to see decently they close their eyes
though greater risk is to be born than to die
we still love too little and always too late
Don't write about it often but once and forever
and you will be like a dolphin gentle and powerful
HURRY UP TO LOVE PEOPLE, THEY PASS AWAY SO FAST
AND THOSE WHO PERISH, NOT ALWAYS RETURN
AND WE NEVER KNOW TALKING ABOUT LOVE,
IS THE FIRST THE LAST, OR IS THE LAST THE FIRST?
We fill our lives with desperately sought after possessions and sometimes miss the most priceless moments of all ...
OdpowiedzUsuńAnd how sad it it that "we still love too little and always too late" ...
This is so true! Time does slip away so fast and we don't know what the next moment has in store for us.
OdpowiedzUsuńI adore these words!
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