The earth is waiting for your kiss like a fresh flower in spring. Without you I am nothing. The sun has forgot its warmth, only the rain remembers.

And when the summer comes, I will run to you, bare feet through the green fields, blinded by the light of your love. I will harvest the scent of the earth, carry it in my heart until then.

Maria Pawlikowska-Jasnorzewska

• Maria Pawlikowska-Jasnorzewska