Pendo dalle tue labbra

[...]bo dusze się w tej klatce

bo samotna jest dusza moja aż do śmierci

bo kończy się w porę mój ostatni papier

i już tylko krok i niech żyje Życie

bo stanąłem na początku, bo pociągnął 

mnie Ojciec i stanę na końcu 

i nie skosztuje śmierci

List do pozostałych, Stachura

Three successive nights I dreamt of you,

In three dreams you appeared to me, through

The veil of sommnabulic desire

Where I could not judge

But followed my inner fire

and held you tight 

We didn't speak much

but declared alliance

 a simple kiss

You crushed
my false conviction
when on first night
I felt under your jurisdiction
with your hands around me
and your lips
I felt all that play was a joke
Didn't believe myself, wanted to poke
And I woke up

The second night
I almost survived
walking with you
on the dead streets

And the third night was
the most tender
us whispering in bed
promising once said
that we will be together
or never