Indian summer is like a woman....

 My boy Florek (aka Rio)

Yes, this is what I thought adulthood would be, a kind of long indian summer, a state of tranquility, of calm incuriousness, with nothing left of the barely bearable raw immediacy of childhood, all the things solved that had puzzled me when I was small, all mysteries settled, all questions answered, and the moments dripping away, unnoticed almost, drip by golden drip, toward the final, almost unnoticed, quietus.

Słowa - Kazimierz Przerwa-Tetmajer

Pamiętam ciche, jasne, złote dnie,

Co mie się dzisiaj cudnym zdają snem,

Bo był otwarty raj także i mnie,

Bo był otwarty w dzieciństwie mem.

I czasem myślę, żem ja tylko spał,

Że całe życie moje było snem,

Zbudzę się, raj ten odnajdę com miał

Com miał w dzieciństwie mem!

Parole - Kazimierz Przerwa-Tetmajer

Ricordo giorni d'oro tranquilli e luminosi

che oggi sembrano  un sogno meraviglioso,

perché il paradiso era aperto anche per me..

P\perché era aperto nella mia infanzia.

E a volte penso che stavo solo dormendo,

che tutta la mia vita è stata un sogno...

Mi sveglierò, troverò quel paradiso 

che conoscevo nella mia infanzia!

Words - Kazimierz Przerwa-Tetmajer

I remember quiet, clear, golden days

that seem like a  wonderful dream today,

Because paradise was opened for me too,

because it  was opened in my childhood.

And sometimes I think I was only sleeping

that my whole life was a dream

I will wake up, I will find this paradise I had..

 I had in my childhood!