Nothing is a gift, everything is on loan.
are indebted up to the neck, I'll have to pay for me to myself, to make life in exchange for his life.
's so that is established, the heart must be made and the liver is made and each finger.
It 's too late to avoid the contract.
How much should I be taken away from me with the skin.
I'm off to the world through a crowd of other debtors.
on the obligation to pay some serious wings. Other
will, willingly or by force, to account for the leaves.
Column''to''every tissue that is in us.
not an eyelash, not a stalk to keep forever.
The inventory is accurate, and apparently we'll stick with anything.
I can not remember where, when and why I allowed that would open this account in my name.
The protest against it we call soul.
And this is the only item missing in the inventory ...
Wislawa Szymborska
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