Studio Michała Łapińskiego
In flight
Take me to Olympus
and let me sit among the gods
teach me how to fly
give me your wings
Take me to the moon
let me dance with you
grand valse brilliant
one last time
don’t let me cry
Take me to the bosom of the earth
and let me dig for gold
and palladium
teach me your wisdom
Take me to your heart
and let me hear the birds
and murmurs of the forest
help me to fall
asleep
Don’t let me die
Ballerina
You won’t fall if you don’t dance
ballerina
un deux trois
sauté — jump, lift
a lone bird in the clouds
pas de deux is not for one
ménage à trois not for a couple
it must be handled like a troika
with tight reins
trois un deux
through the air
and landing on two feet
bourrée
If you don’t fall you don’t learn
to fly
you count your bruises and blessings
marry a count
come down to earth
heavy with babies
grounded
What counts is the dance
and a bow at the end
the steps and figures don’t matter
enchanté
Imagination
It is easy to enter the world of Buddha,
hard to enter the world of the devil
(Japanese )
Imagination
running wild
a tiger of truth
on the loose
beware
the tiger is chasing its tail
be aware
of the stripes
you can get caught in -
the in-between
better get on top
hold on to the ears
don't let the roar bring you down
or the tail swipe you aside
hold on
what a ride
to paradise
you would also like to visit hell
but it's temporarily closed
for renovations
perhaps next time
A dream without the cross
Christ has collapsed
leaning on the wall
I tried to lift him
I wanted to straighten
his twisted limbs
to fix his broken joints
but his head fell to one side
and wobbled
his neck folded
only his long spine held him
as he slid down along the wall
I pushed him against it
but he kept sliding
slowly further
there were no cracks or wedges
that would give support
no trees or grass to grasp
I became a tree trunk
but he twisted around it
missed me
and went down
if only I had found nails in time