The little fish-poem
That little fish jumped in the net Continue Reading
It ain’t whatcha write, It’s the way atcha write it.” – Jack Kerouac
That little fish jumped in the net Continue Reading →
She is dead Continue Reading →
Come, sleep, and take me, I’m hopelessly calling, your arm is my only rest from sorrow. Come to my aid now, I’m useless, a nobody, an atom with no bond, just take me away…. To start again a new orphan… Continue Reading →
I invite you for irreverent wine and sweet dance, Continue Reading →
In contrast to the evolution of science, fiction has become less and less popular with time Continue Reading →
In full swing,
you come in Dharma… Continue Reading →
We go for all or nothing,
since we know each other Continue Reading →
I’m just a sheep disguised in wolf,
but I’ve learned the lupine ways, Continue Reading →
Chłopak dla mojej żony- Polskie napisy Continue Reading →