I don’t want to die

Before I’ve seen

The Black dogs of Mexico

Who sleep without dreams

The bareass monkeys

Who devour the tropics

The silver spiders

In nests truffled with bubbles

I don’t want to die

Without knowing if

Under her false two-bit look

The moon hides a pointed corner

If the sun is cold

If the four seasons

Are really only four

Without having walked

On the fancy boulevards

Wearing a woman’s dress

Without having looked

Into the gutter’s mouth

Without having shoved

My little goody

In some unheard of slots

I don’t want to die it all

Without having known leprosy

Or the seven diseases

That one catches over there

No neither good nor evil

Would bother me

If if if I knew

That I was the first

To know all that exists

Everything that I appreciate

Everything that I know pleases me

The green bottom of the sea

Where blades of seaweeds waltz

On drifting sands

The burnt grass of June

The earth crackling

The smell of pine trees

And the kisses of that girl

And this and that

That beautiful girl there

My bear’s cub, my Ursula

I don’t want to die

Before I have used up

Her mouth with my mouth

Her body with my hand

And all that’s left with my eyes

Well I won’t say another word

One must be respectful

I don’t want to die

Without having invented

The eternal roses

The two-hour day

Seashore at the mountain

Mountain at the seashore

The end of all suffering

And all children happy

Newspapers in Cinerama

And so many other tricks like that

Still asleep in the minds

Of some genial engineers

Some giddy gardeners

Concerned socialists

Urban urbanists

And thoughtful thinkers

So many things to see

To see and to hear

So much time to wait

And scarch in the dark

And me I see the end coming

Sprinting and hurrying closer

With her ugly mouth

Stretching her arms toward me

Her arms of crooked frogs

I don’t want to die

Ladies and Gentlemen

Before I have tasted

The taste which torments me

That strong taste

I don’t want to die

Before I have tasted

The savor of death.

Boris Vian

Dlaczego jestem na Couchsurfing

To meet new friends and manifest low life :)

Zainteresowania

Human beings and culture

• arts
• literature
• poetry
• folklore
• architecture
• education
• traveling
• music
• hiking
• biology
• history
• science
• mountains
• nature
• forests
• exploring
• experiences
• folk
• moss

Muzyka, filmy i książki

Music, cinema, books

Ucz innych, ucz się sam, udostępniaj

Painting, cooking, dreaming

Czym mogę się podzielić z gospodarzami

I can be your radio or be invisible, 1000 stories to tell and 2000 questions to ask.

Kraje, w których byłem(-am)

Armenia, Austria, Egypt, England, Finland, France, Georgia, Germany, Netherlands, Poland, Spain

Kraje, w których mieszkałem(-am)

Russian Federation