ever seen before. What to write here is another day, you never know how it will turn out, only God knows about it. I wrote a postcard from Italy today. Italy in my city is a garden of power. Katarzyna has Semitic nose. Italy in my heart is a good home. Marek Nowakowski confirmed it. Today it was raining under the monastery. I'm not going left or right. I'd like to show you many roads. Raks often hide the best move. I walk from Czarna Elka near Głony. Never kiss me, it will always be bad. For my target, uncle Łyk. One simple word, respect. Elegant Steve is in a hurry. I don't know what he wants from me today. Elegant Pinda says hello. Elegant Pinda wants to eat me. White media are in a frenzy, I'm fed up with them. They overestimate everything, pain and anger. And they don't respect night's tears. They overestimate the cross with holy blood. It's better to be silent now. And let's stop in silence, no need for words. Silence is the best way to meditate. Only God knows about it. Enough talking, it's time to go. Enough babbling from my lips. Elegant Steve wants to eat me. Look, this piranha says hello. What to write here, it's another day. You never know how you will fit in. Maybe it's a game, maybe it's snowing. It's too late for capitulation. What to write here, it's another day. You never know how you will fit in. Only God knows about it.