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AGNIESZKA WIKTOROWSKA-CHMIELEWSKA Continued Shallow breath and again I'm going in where it's darkest. Messiah is born...

AGRON SHELE This Time... This time , When you hear the rain that falls over the bare trees from a bronze sky And the rows...

ALICIA MINJAREZ RAM Í REZ Lontananzas I built you up From diaphanous drops That clarify The thin contour Of the wind’...

ALICJA MARIA KUBERSKA Do Not Burn The Candles Do not burn the candles For me,my darling. Do not call me. I am the night...