My soul – poem
I’ve been looking for my soul Continue Reading
I’ve been looking for my soul Continue Reading
She is dead Continue Reading
I woke up at 3 am and couldn’t go back to sleep. I couldn’t repress the bitterness from her words. Continue Reading
You can’t get inspiration from sadness; it’s not possible. Your actual inspiration comes from the hope of joy that this sadness triggers. And joy is easier to achieve when you’re sad than when you’re in a limbo of satisfaction. The… Continue Reading
You came irreverently, unannounced, asking me who the fuck I am, and I digged it so much that I made you mine stealthily, but simply, as an egg is broken, as the stars shine, though they’ve burned out. You came… Continue Reading
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
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
Once, in Argentina, a land of hidden dinosaurs and unexploited natural wealth, there was a young boy who traveled a hundred kilometers to visit his grandfather almost every summer. His grandfather lived alone in a big house in the countryside… Continue Reading
I won’t be drunk with myself, if this is your desire, let it be, and let my hopes accommodate to what you expect from me. Let your happiness be my happiness, and let my heart learn to treat you simply,… Continue Reading
You’re not ready my heart to desire what’s due to you, you fumble among your belongings with a twitch of discontent, you’re not ready my heart to bear the ignominies of love without relenting in your way without despairing loneliness,… Continue Reading