south of the border,west of the sun

But I couldn't just sit around, resting my hopes and dreams on vague promises. Keep on like this I thought, and I'll end up a blithering idiot, so I concentrated on keeping myself busy. (...) I tried my best to concenrate on whatever I was doing. Washing my face, I thought about that, listening to music, I was all music. It was the only way I could survive.

[H. Murakami]

recurring

moje serce-
poharatane siekierami

Ozeasz

Pociągnąłem ich ludzkimi więzami,
a były to więzy miłości.

out of sync