Ten świat należy do nas

The coffee is strong, the engine is purring, and it seems that everything has finally come together: the morning, the weather, the mood. The city seems to sing along with green lights, the asphalt glistens like an invitation. There is a feeling of something right in the air - not great, not fateful, just humanly good.

While some people make plans for their lives, others build theirs from a single song, a few sips of freedom and strangers' kisses in the centre of a noisy city. On nights like these, there is no drama, but there is plenty of light, heat and light-hearted madness, which you later remember with a smile. After all, there are moments when it really seems that yes, this world is ours. Even if only for three verses.