Chill-poem
Want me, simply want me, It´s all I need. I was a young man without personality, I didn´t know my rock songs, Girls looked at me like a kid. Don´t run away from me, I don´t dare chase after you.… Continue Reading
English
It ain’t whatcha write, It’s the way atcha write it.” – Jack Kerouac
The concert hall- Flash story
The guitar was caught in flames and the jazzfunk notes started to fade away from the stage. The astonished musician raced towards the emergency exit and he managed to get out almost without a scratch. Some mindless fan must have… Continue Reading
Dialogue- Short play
-He: So, what do you think? -She: I don´t know. -He: What you don’t know? -She: I´m not sure. -He: What aren´t you sure about? -She: I don´t know. -He: I think I prefer playing Russian roulette with a machine… Continue Reading
Prayer
I go nowhere without you, God, I go nowhere without you, because I don´t know where to go. I submit my ambitions to you, God for you to show me the way. I give up on everything for you, God… Continue Reading
Holy war – poem
There’s a holy war in Poznan, a witness knocking weekly at my door and a bunch of Baptists singing daily in the old market, while I besiege your shadow with unforgiving and unforgivable revolutions of the heart. Every pretty girl… Continue Reading
The writer- poem
I don’t want to amuse you, I’m not your sarcastic clown, things are either funny or not. I don’t want to inform you, I have nothing to say about politics or how the economy works. I want to give opinion,… Continue Reading
Just play your part -song
Come on girl, answer my call don’t give me a sexy picture and a silent phone. Come on buddy, don’t leave me in the clouds, while I chase after fantasies to find your whereabouts. But my heart is cramping cuz… Continue Reading
The runaway tortoise -Mundane observations
Diego Armando Maradona, one of our national heroes, is not only famous for his skillful feet and his swift hand, but also for his views on life, society and politics, which are respected by many. He has coined two idioms… Continue Reading
Morning -poem
Another morning has seen you sleep placidly before the alarm and then wake up, mildly but brutal, determined as the snow outside, to fulfill your roll till the end, till the last flake has fallen. Then a new morning will… Continue Reading
Dreamless nights -poem
Who will write verses to you now that I dropped the pen on my best poem? The night is temperate, the wind is howling and a single tear runs through my face. Who will grow wrinkles with you now that… Continue Reading