May 29, 2013

God is near (from my private diary)

noce w pełni

i coś jakby płacz,
który zastaje świat zawsze
nad ranem

May 24, 2013

from my private diary


nie wracasz do domu
kwiaty od ciebie
uderzają w okno

May 13, 2013

May 07, 2013


It is a story of a woman, who was so frightened by loneliness that she devoured her son's life. She ate his body with calm and delight and hunger was even more burning.

You painful, suffering mother — dark and bitter light will soon reach bottom of your eyes.