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Krak's stronghold is in the heart of every Pole.
When I close my eyes, I see a distinguished gentleman over fifty, with long gray hair, hidden partly under a crumpled hat. Long coat, dark not fitting shoes, slightly dirty and worn. He walks the streets of Krakow in unbuttoned torn coat with a slightly stained, woolen vest underneath. A serious, thoughtful man smokes a cigarette, followed by a cloud of smoke. His tired face inspires respect. He saw a lot, knows a lot and went through a lot of winding roads. This is Krakow, the enormity of history arouses respect and authority.
Grzegorz Turnau - Bracka
Na północy ściął mróz,
Z nieba spadł wielki wóz,
Przykrył drogi pola i lasy.
Myśli zmarzły na lód,
Dobre sny zmorzył głód,
Lecz przynajmniej się można przestraszyć.
Na południu już skwar,
Miękki puch z nieba zdarł,
Kruchy pejzaż na piasek przepalił.
Jak upalnie mój Boże,
Lecz przynajmniej być może,
Wreszcie byśmy się tam zakochali.
A w Krakowie na Brackiej pada deszcz,
Gdy konieczność istnienia trudna jest do zniesienia.
W korytarzu i w kuchni pada też,
Przyklejony do ściany zwijam mokre dywany,
Nie od deszczu mokre lecz od łez.
Na zachodzie już noc,
Wciągasz głowę pod koc,
Raz zasypiasz i sprawa jest czysta.
Dłonie zapleć i złóż,
Nie obudzisz się już,
Lecz przynajmniej raz możesz się wyspać.
Jeśli wrażeń cię głód
Zagna kiedyś na wschód,
Nie za długo tam chyba wytrzymasz.
Lecz na wschodzie przynajmniej życie płynie zwyczajnie,
Słońce wschodzi i dzień się zaczyna.
A w Krakowie na Brackiej pada deszcz,
Przemęczony i senny zlew przecieka kuchenny,
Kaloryfer jak mysz się poci też.
Z góry na dół kałuże przepływają po sznurze
Nie od deszczu mokrym lecz od łez.
Bo w Krakowie na Brackiej pada deszcz,
Gdy zagadka istnienia zmusza mnie do myślenia.
W korytarzu i w kuchni pada też,
Przyklejony do ściany zwijam mokre dywany
Nie od deszczu mokre lecz od łez.
Bo w Krakowie na Brackiej pada deszcz
Bo w Krakowie na brackiej pada
Pada deszcz...
Pada deszcz...
In the North appeared frost
From the sky fell a great bear
He covered the roads, fields and woods
Thoughts were frozen to the ice
Good dreams were stolen by a hunger
But at least one can become scared
In the South there's already scorcher
Soft feathers were torn off of the sky
Fragile landscape were burned to sand
How's hot, my God
But at least, maybe
We would finally fall in love there
And in Kraków on Bracka Street it's raining
When the need of existence is difficult to stand
In the kitchen and in the corridor it is also raining
Glued to the wall I'm rolling up the wet carpets
Not wet because of rain but because of tears
In the West there's already night
You're pulling a blanket over your head
Once you fall asleep and the matter is clear
Interlace your hands and fold them
You won't wake up anymore
But at least once you can have your sleep out
If hunger of sensations
Will ever bring you to the East
You probably won't stand being there for too long
But in the East at least life goes simply
The sun rises and the day begins
And in Kraków on Bracka Street it's raining
Tired and sleepy kitchen sink is leaking
Radiator sweats like a mouse too
Up and down the puddles flow through the rope
Not wet because of rain but because of tears
'Cause in Kraków on Bracka Street it's raining
When the puzzle of existance force me to think
In the kitchen and in the corridor it is also raining
Glued to the wall I'm rolling up the wet carpets
Not wet because of rain but because of tears
'Cause in Kraków on Bracka Street it's raining
'Cause in Kraków on Bracka Street it's raining
It's raining...
It's raining...
Thanks to the song of Grzegorz Turnau, everyone knows that there is such a street in Krakow. Short, cobbled, between Wiślna and Grodzka, leads from the Main Market Square towards Franciszkańska Street.
Bracka Street
"Passing life"
looking at life,
I felt like a moment escapes every second.
I watched every move of my mouth,
which disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Every move and gesture flew scared.
Waiter who expected the order,
carries a dish
How to stop these moments
and enjoy them longer.
Each my breath is the next stage.
A candle that is burning,
its flame also changes character.
My coffee was full,
an empty cup says goodbye.
I'm closing the door.
The memory exists,
the moment ended with reign.
The clock strikes the hour.
Time to calm the heart
and create other short moments.
Our passing life.
A few photos from our last stay in Kraków - winter 2018:
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I've been to Krakow when I was nine years old and I remember it as a nice and interesting city. So I'm looking forward to seeing more photos from there.
Have a nice time and enjoy your staying 😘
I am very happy that your memories have returned and I can be a guide for you :)
Greetings my Dear :)
Greetings to you too dear Margaret ;) xoxox
Very nice post. I liked this post. Thanks friend.
Thank you :)
Your post brings back happy memories for me @margaretwise.
We went to a lovely concert in that Church in your bottom photograph. Sadly. my lasting memory of it was that it was freezing and I wish I'd taken a blanket with me! 😂
I am very happy that your memories have returned and I can be a guide for you :)
So true , the weather can change a lot :D:D:D
Greetings my Dear :)
Thanks for sharing!
You are so welcome :)
A beautiful tribute to a city that has seen far too many tears. Your comparison to the old gentleman is perfect.
I have always seen Krakow as a mature city, perhaps because it has preserved its historical envelope, which was rebuilt after the war very scrupulously.
Unfortunately, Warsaw was partially rebuilt from old photos, too much was destroyed.
In Krakow, you can clearly feel the history and the old times of this city, stronger than in Warsaw.
Kisses my Dear
That's something incredible to explore today excellent post dear
Thank you. I am sure you will find out some cool things here :) Greetings
Heard about this place s long time ago!
A historic city full of old architectural design,
You heard well my friend. In every corner of the city, feel his soul :) Thank you
Excellent post! I love the photographs, your explorations always impress me. Thanks for sharing a friendly Hug ...
I am so appreciate. You will like Kraków, let me take you for every Monday trip :) Greetings my friend
Chicken chow mein is my fav. Yours?