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[EN] Little figures of the male sex grow up first they grow lengthwise then widthwise then they go grey geriatrics (a hard, unpoetic word) they stroll down the street in May, when poppies bloom they say hello to young girls for whom they already don't exist they manage some hit the gym and among the young taut and damp skins they remember others buy red Porsches with expensive Italian leather…
[EN] Young guy just after secondary school certificate at the Novotel in Warsaw asked me What score do you predict? (he immediately realized I work in IT) I said From my preparation I am on the verge I was not mistaken 129 points on Mensa test Top 3% of population Still, there are days when I feel like an idiot Another number to collect And to turn this into a poem - Warsaw was bathed in clouds…
[EN] Lonely berserk touches the icy steel of the sword Blade eager to bite sheathed March through the cold lands in the knee-deep snow toward the unconquered city where gold, feast and glory await or death Northern wind breaks against his grey beard tugging it lightly Hand in a reindeer-skin glove strokes the tip Reverie Death is obvious Life - a question I'm brave Others wait for darkness [PL]…
[EN] The plastic bag from American Beauty which flies and dances it does nothing it does everything And this bonfire where you are sitting and you throw there ping-pong balls they melt so funny and then you wolf down four pieces of sausage you know, you shouldn't too many times you forget like a dog with a lame leg you bark at passers-by through a fence take the fence away and you can't even fuck…
[EN] I remember flying birettas in the square in front of the technical university Spring was in full bloom it was green not so warm robes and leaves rustled Master's degree obtained with distinction I, the culprit of all this confusion I remember also when a thief appeared and he said At least my children turned out well Extension carbon copy replica project the justifier of your existence dad I…
[EN] Space Squeezed somewhere between a fridge and a dishwasher you sit staring at a thirteen-inch screen forearms are hammering painfully into the edge of the countertop you see on the surface raspberry jam and peanut butter from yesterday's supper it sticks to a CNC-cut aluminium case hardware was designed life space included won't design itself and your wife just returned in a summer dress from…
[EN] returns it spins around in circles the same stone pushed rolls down you push again the same the same patterns almost, almost good bad good bad good bad saint sinner angel demon eternal dance in becoming a pile of ashes [PL] wraca kręci się w kółko ten sam kamień pchany spada pchasz znowu to samo te same schematy już już dobrze źle dobrze źle dobrze źle dobry zły dobro zło wieczny taniec w…
[EN] Everything Everyone All Remind yourself it's impossible to have to please to do 40-year-old kid growing up learning to resign or maybe choose I am a free man but I can't enjoy my life [PL] Wszystko Wszystkich Wszystkiego Przypomnieć sobie nie da się mieć zadowolić zrobić 40-letnie dziecko dorasta uczy się rezygnować a może wybierać jestem wolnym człowiekiem ale nie potrafię cieszyć się moim…
[EN] On the oak table monopoly the pawns are speeding around the board I buy Göteborg I buy Malmö and all the railways Slow, lap after lap And then then I take fees because I am Great Owner And I watch as my daughters become poorer and poorer as my wife is grinding her teeth They lost everything they had It's only a game Is it so? Feudalism with extra steps [PL] Na dębowym blacie rozłożone…
[EN] Square potatoes but they were! is that enough? the Polish coast in the nineties I remember trips in a Fiat 126p for 500 kilometers each way on a back seat so they called it calling it a couch is an insult to sofas and tomatoes with white onions red were less fashionable and when things got better then on Christmas and Easter we always had beef roulades stuffed with mushrooms I love them to…