? mosquitoes

mosquitoes

it's still hot
it's closed window

it's head over heels
Monte Carlo damn it!
or is it a hair?

still it -- itches

clean

clean

I take the
morning waterfall shiver
into sunlight.
I make the bed.
I stuff the clothes
into the basket
and wash the floor.
Until there's a place,
a possibility.

I'm clean.

over the rainbow

gdzieś ponad tęczą

przemeblowuję wspomnienia, szukam konturu światła

farba co daje tyle różnych barw, rano, południe

szukam tej spod twoich palców

a ja nie mam ulubionych
kiepski w kolorach i ślepy na zapachy

znam tylko kontury zapachów

farby w mojej palecie są coraz bardziej kanciaste

kąty oczu

kąty ust

kąt w kawiarni

spięte włosy

kąt twoich palców na ścianie

bazylia pachnie jak deszcz przyprawiony światłem

odchodzącego słońca

------

translated into English the day after

over the rainbow

I refurnish memories, searching for the contour of the light

the paint which gives so many hues, in the morning, noon

I look for the one from under your fingers

well I'm no good with colors, blind to odors

I only know the contours of the scents

the dyes in my palette are ever more angular

the angles of the eyes

the corners of the mouth

the corner table at the cafeteria

braced hair

the angle of your fingers at the wall

the basil smells like a rain flavored with the light

of a setting sun

raptor

raptor

winged face

fasting's made you sharp

senses tidied up

when you swoop without regard

to unfriendly ground

thickened blood

the life that you hunt

the smell keeps you awake

wide above the plain

by an untold spell

you soar

a falcon a hawk

sen / a dream

sen

nie śniłem o takim szczęściu
śniłem o wielkim szczęściu dla niego
dla niej
o serdecznych pocałunkach
uściskach
uśmiechach

potem śniłem o domu, w którym dach przecieka
strugi deszczu dzwoniące o wannę
i Ty zupełnie nie zakłopotana
myjesz włosy




--- [translation: July 23, 2010 -- June 16, 2011]

a dream

I never dreamed of such happiness
I dreamed of great happiness for him
for her
of cordial kisses
embraces
smiles

then I dreamed about a house with a leaky roof
sheets of rain ringing against a bath tub
and you totally unabashed
wash your hair

---

the objective

the objective

I wasn't made for this
to chase free variables
difficult to approach, gain intimacy
not by eye contact, but catching the evading transformations
they don't care if I'm persistent
and would rather surrender their evidence
to a higher virtue quotient
-- as if I was the fugitive

yet I'm negotiating the proof
that I really exist

airbender

airbender

what a wild windcatcher
reads a circle off the breeze
restless wanderer of epicycles
eccentric guy of four corners
the involving universe
hand bends a wave
a firm touch leads you through
harmonic flowers
clouds' supporters

on and on

on and on

I'll be strong
I'll paddle on to you, dear
my farthest shore

some older ones in English

[Give me some two minutes]

Give me some two minutes
and then I'll be ready
and then I'll go with you
wherever it takes

"what's your concern
what's brought you
to this earth"

and then I'll be ready
and then I'll be clear
I wont forget the steps
I wont mess my life
with superfluous strands

then I'll do everything you expect of me
it's not the spoon that bends

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hours

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install exited abnormally
sending termination signals... done
sending kill signals... done
disabling swap...
unmounting filesystems...

you may safely reboot your system

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Steppenwolf

I've caught myself into a cold cage
(reason, that at the crossroads bleeds of a predetermined choice)
a thousand butterflies - those are my dreams
and I've been always made of dreams
held to reality only by a cry
but what holds the dreams? The cold cage
reality that puts my shape on and serves with an insomnia
the singleness of being; so who danced with you
can never come at peace with who rides the roads
of Olympian solitarity? And who has the friends
in the kingdom of knowledge cannot dance neither?
Then what's become of butterflies: a battle eld of dreams
where death marks its sour grip

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***

When tears dry away I can see that smile on your face again
like a lion you bring the sun to me "pretend it's a cake"
and I almost get my hands burnt but it tastes delicious
You went so loud to bring these crazy things about
adventures that you make up I shouted to keep up with you
And now you just smile as if we've made up all these days
as if you're all made up and have never existed
all these ups you gave me and downs you've carried me through
just one of your stories
"see you tomorrow then" you don't say, just your eyes
So when the tears dry away
I scratch these few words of a hope that I don't understand
that I hope you'll teach me to understand

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Beautiful

There runs the rainbow
scattered by autumn leaves
Sun-ray-straight-on-tip-toes
Here a gentle bow
welcomes at the shelter of hearts

A curve you bend
to explain a movement:
caught in your expression
a dark pearl of seas,
the moving infinity
of a stretch

Beauty is both
simple and complex
caught and running
delicate and a rushing smile
when you blossom
with a whirl that spans my sunny heart
corner-to-corner

So much that I long to understand
of the perfection of a human being
carved from the whole
yet letting the whole transcend
so little I understand
how good you are

Slowly I learn to see

collectionneur

collectionneur

I collect lives. Every life is a language.
I travel, state to state, white to black.
I collect a story, one that I've read while still a kid.
Translated into so many languages
I don't understand:
knots and lines, strokes and hieroglyphs.
When I stay a life, I learn
and try their tongue:
¿Tiene ésta camisa en verdo, por favor?
whenever I go shopping, things like that.
I take it seriously,
it's not just another thing you'd put on a shelf.
It has deeper meaning, so I'm thankful:
Muchas gracias.
You are the story of my life.