The unlikely ones: Butterflies in the stomach
The song resounded in his head when he woke up. A nostalgic feeling pervaded him. Continue Reading
Month: March 2019
Tylko ciało i kości poniżej- opowiadanie
Mijam parking Starego Browaru. Jest tam sygnalizacja świetlna. Zawsze na czerwonym, chociaż żaden samochód nie jedzie. Continue Reading
The unlikely ones: Just flesh and bones below
m passing by Stary Browar’s parking lot. There’s a traffic light always in red, although no cars enter or go out. I jaywalk as usual. Continue Reading
новейшая философия- стих
Я больше философии не разбираю,
Раз в чувствах ищут похотливость. Continue Reading