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00:00I will ask the eternal man then, I will ask the history of the confession of beauty,
00:20I will ask the eternal man, for he is not jealous, I will ask the eternal man, for he is waiting without a rule,
00:32I will ask the eternal man, for he is not jealous, I will ask the eternal man, for he is waiting without a rule,
00:42The shape of love, the shape of love is beautiful,
00:50And as much as man looked at it in the world, in a huge god, or in himself, dust, on this god-figured child,
01:04Man knows and proclaims so much about beauty, although everyone carries a shadow of beauty in him, and everyone, everyone knows with this beautiful dust,
01:22For there is no light to stand under the bark, nor the salt of the earth for cooking spices,
01:36For beauty is to delight in work, work to get up from the dead.
02:06I was with you in those days,
02:30The penultimate, unfinished thread, full as a myth, pale as dawn, when the end of life whispers to the beginning,
02:48I do not bargain with you, I, not I, exorbitantly,
03:08I was with you in those days, the penultimate,
03:16When you resembled every moment, every moment, to the lyre left by Orpheus, in which the power of the throw strengthens with a song,
03:34And the four strings talk to each other, twisting, twisting, and whispering in silence, he began to hit the tone, is he such a master that he plays, even though he pushes away?
04:04I was with you in those days, Fryderyk, whose hand, for its alabaster whiteness, and the taking, and the hissing, and the momentary touches, like a rusty feather,
04:26Shimmered in my eyes with the keyboard of the ivory bone.
04:50And he played something in it, such was the simplicity, the perfection of the pericles, as if an old-fashioned tune, entering a wooded, village house, said to itself,
05:09I have been reborn in heaven, and the gates have become arches for me, the paths have become slopes, I see the host through the pale grain, Emmanuel already lives in the stable.
05:39And there was Poland in it, from the zenith of all the perfection of the past, taken by a rainbow of delight, Poland of the past, the same, golden bee, I met you at the end of my life.
06:09And now you have finished the song, and I do not look at you any more.
06:24I only hear something like a child's quarrel, and the keys are still quivering with an unsung desire, and, quivering from silence after eight, after five, they murmur, have they begun to play, or have they pushed us away?
06:54Why am I sad?
07:16And why the saddest thing is that I have to sing to you, or the world, or time?
07:29Oh, because I see the dress of this great summer, in which the spirit of each of us is entwined, and I know that every joy has a second tear beneath it, against the advice.
07:53And I know that every battle has its servant, and I know that sometimes, blessing, I swear.
08:07Why am I sad? Because I would not advise to be sad, nor to cast a shadow of lies before myself, to hide what cannot be rejected, to honor what is difficult to cut into the trunk.
08:29So I am sad, to the bone, sad.
08:43And the fact that I do not know whether this human bond is to remain so, a cruel comedy, and to sleep, and to torment while sleeping, is such an age.
08:57So I am sad, and it is getting worse and worse, even from a human being, both the breast and the being, and I do not know if it will be in tune, and I do not know when I will be full,
09:19and I do not know if I will be able not to know that life is less and less revered here, that it becomes easier and easier to say, waking up from a dream, let's go back to sleep.
10:19There is a state of states above the states. As a tower over a flat house shuddering in the clouds, do you think that I am not a lord?
10:36Because my moving house is made of camphor and leather. After all, I tremble in the sky when it tears my soul like a pyramid.
10:53No, after all, I have as much land as my feet cover it, as far as I go.
11:19Do you know who is great? Listen to me for a moment. I will teach you to know greatness not only in the grave, in history, or in heaven.
11:31A great man is a man who only needs to bow his head so that he can win a duel without a scepter in his hand and without a shield.
11:43When he becomes lower, he lowers his envy, and the envy flies into his jaws and clings to him the banners of the cross, calling him little.
11:56And he lies to himself, as he lied to the first one, when he breathes fame and not fame, nerves, truth with conscience.
12:13So people swear that they knew the great ones, only that they do not know the great little one until he dies.
12:25A bear is said to be the first corpse in Zakopane to reach the stream, but it is in Siberia, not in Europe, that it is reasonable.
12:56Someone once came and stood at the threshold, saying, I am without bread today. But he was denied the word and gesture, go with God.
13:13So he went on after such a lesson, sighing, I really don't know what I'm going to do now, I'm not coming back here.
13:27And years have passed, bread was cheap again. Once a priest on his way meets one who went with God to the paralytic. He follows him.
13:42He goes, and people show him the way, because a large parish is about to find him in the place where he used to be.
13:55So he did not enter the parish, but he knelt at the threshold, calling, Almighty Lord, have mercy on him, maybe he was not able, who is equal to God?
14:13I will not say more, because I may get scared. I will only add that they did not think of this believer, because he is too beautiful.
14:44Only a few heavy clouds left, unburdened by the nose of the horse. Only a few steep mountains left, and then the sun and harmony.
15:02Only a few feathers from the helmet, in the wind thrown away by the vacuum. Only one more cracked mole, one flash, one rumble, and then not anymore.
16:03Where crumbs lift bread from the ground, through respect for the gifts of heaven. I miss you, Lord.
16:16To the land where the wine is big, to spoil the nest for the pears, because they serve everyone. I miss you, Lord.
16:27To the land where the first bows are like the eternal confession of Christ. Be praised. I miss you, Lord.
16:43I miss you, Lord. I still miss other things, in which I do not know where the apartment is, equally innocent. I miss you, Lord.
16:59I miss you, Lord. I miss you, Lord. I miss you, Lord. I miss you, Lord. I miss you, Lord. I miss you, Lord. I miss you, Lord.
17:29Although it will not become my friendship, I miss you, Lord.
17:59I miss you, Lord. I miss you, Lord. I miss you, Lord. I miss you, Lord. I miss you, Lord. I miss you, Lord. I miss you, Lord.
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