Times (wiersz)

How few places have been left
on the map of my life,
which I want to see again ...

They exist in the recesses of memory
as if written on historical documents.
He survived the charm of memories.

Time - ruthless dictator,
he manipulated my landscape,
and destroyed beauty forever.

Fate - the ally of time

he retouched people in these pictures.
And they left without saying goodbye ...

Relatives - they suddenly became strangers,
aliens - expected on Earth,
illusion, emptiness ... dreaming ...

These landscapes and people are missing.
I am like Odysseus who returns to Ithaca,

losing friends on the way.