Marek Gałązka Life is a stage- You ussualy talk to me, You relate. Another and more false mask is weared by us. Life is a game, life is a such a play, Beside open or close door- it is a play. Life is not a stage- I ussualy reply. Life is not just a colourful masquerade. Life is more beautiful and more important. Everything pale beside our life, even dead pales. You and me- we are two stages. We are different stages. You... You never drop a real tear You just purse And Your laugh is not catching Cause You are playing. I... I am whole raised by hurts. I have my soul on my arm. But when I am laughing The whole world is laughing with me. Today is an artist' banquet I am sure You will come. It will be a full of guests- inaccessible company. It will be a dances, pottles and I suppose flirts too. The open door will close. And „bye!". I will drop there for a while, before the air is gonna swell. I will drink down two vodkas And quiet pick myeself up I will come out the street, wet my nob in fountain. I will come out the space, create the most wonderful poem. You and me- we are two stages. We are different stages. You... You never drop a real tear You just purse And Your laugh is not catching Cause You are playing. I... I am whole raised by hurts. I have my soul on my arm. But when I am laughing The whole world is laughing with me. I...