a friend always has lips through which
his bones call and keep calling
maybe now when we lie together
expecting the arrival of someone
whom we don’t know his lips will part
Eugeniusz Tkaczyszyn-Dycki, translated by Tadeusz Pióro
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On 26 October 2007 Ilya Petushkov gave props:
Great black and white portrait! :)
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