Tam, gdzie Cię nie ma

There's something about tired heroism in it - when you run not for a medal, but simply to stay on your feet. The world seems to have given up before you did. But you're still in the game, even if the rules have long been erased, and the reward is just the chance not to dissolve into the gray everyday. The words sound like a quiet toast to those who don't give up, even when they no longer know what they're fighting for. For those who still hold a house made of emptiness and gather themselves from the echo of old songs. Because as long as the rhythm is heard - even of prosaic days - life is still dancing. Even if she's lame.