____to D. Mazurek_____
Where the mind was perfect ,there obeying the flesh,
Time pushed for changes,gaining a taste of victory in elevation.
Conquering mountains and gorges ,turning limbs into a membrane,
Hooves unfolded into the past.
The wings spreaded,welcoming infinity,opening the earth in search of sunrays.
Theropod appeared in the south of Poland, filling the gates of eternity.
There was a wing flap,like a talisman of the universe,
changing time and consciousness of thoughts,
Soared in the art of perfection ,overcoming the shackles of fair,
Igniting thoughts,encouraging itself ,challenging fear and despondency,
Turning into a Dragon by the power of its mind ,gaining three-dimensional vision in flight.
And by turning tears into incense,a life of reflection ,fixated on guesses and facts,found that place in nature.
Where the wings were flapping ,
there was strength and power soaring above the twilight in the clouds of the desert.
The universal voice there transformed nature and hid the words from everyone in a secret that,moving away into the distance ,changed forever in the song of the echo,changing shades into dialects and finding words familiar to the soul everywhere.
There was a fertility hymn that was sent by rain,
Dragon wings that made clouds cry
and extract meaning from the depth of the water surface.
Changing the sky with the ocean in an eternal dance ,
A life cycled those boomerangs thoughts back,
And that rewarded nature with eternity
and the essence of love,
Filling the flesh with bubbles of passion that gave birth to life .