Poems and free verse
Inspired by random words … … Would you risk yourself for a beer from a fridge in Malibu? Or are you too hooked to newspaper news while you cushion your absence with postcards? There are no candles nor menus in… Continue Reading
I suspect a timely smile from you may add to these verses, as a precise frown may collapse them, I suspect your impassive look may be the tenderest thing I’ll ever see, and it’s vain to praise your features, when… Continue Reading
Empires fall from within, and every single revolution started in someone’s head. But what about the rebellion against myself and the way my dictatorship hinders my freedom. If I depose myself and start anew dictating the rules of the game,… Continue Reading
For a moment, while I read through my thoughts I vacation to the remotest confines of the unexpected, and I need no trekking boots to explore the limits of the impossible, and in the gloomiest place at the gloomiest hour… Continue Reading
I wander among desks, numbing my life with work, and you storm in with your sexuality in your hands, wrapped up in romance and expectations, and you offer it to me, all at once or in installments of compulsory drama… Continue Reading
It’s not love but attachment as strong as dry blod on cloth. It’s not love but desire as recurrent as thirst in the tropics. It’s not love but a promise, that you want to seal magically, when there’s nothing preventing… Continue Reading
And let me talk to you with your silence That is bright as a lamp Simple, as a ring… -Pablo Neruda How should we start a new page with an unwritten one behind? How to scribble some denouement for our… Continue Reading
Could you believe there are Poles who’ve never danced a mazurka? Could you believe that lack of romanticism? There’s Chopin, there are beautiful Polish girls ready to blossom to the rhythm of this syncopated dance. But there are people who’ve… Continue Reading
Kiedy w końcu będziesz moja, nie będzie już państwa prawa, lecz będzie obowiązywać między nami stan wojenny, gdzie ty strzelasz pierwsza i celniej, a ja się chronię w lesie, uprawiając partyzantkę przed twoim despotyzmem. Kiedy będziesz do mnie należała, nie… Continue Reading
Kot z człowiekiem z balkonu patrzą na mnie wracającego z gitarą, do której nie umiem śpiewać, na której ledwie gram argentyńskie piosenki, i cytując Bena, angielskiego pisarza, wszyscy patrzą z balkonu w Polsce, nawet zwierzęta. Ale nie jestem Anglikiem, mam… Continue Reading