AS IF A LEAF

Born in the Autumn
As if a leaf...
I fell on the Earth on purpose
Just to touch the ground
To cherish the moment
Of lying on the other surface
On the sand

As if I was...
Unlike to happen

Crumpled Body
Grasping the air with toes
Unlike people
Or other selfish creatures
Carrying no obedience
To any laws
As if I was...

A leaf
Fallen before Nobodies Eyes
Hands
Claws
As if I was...

Bearing no past
Convicted
Not to last
Being Nobodies daughter

Lying
At the edge of my existence
Without a future
As if I was...

The story
Partially told
Partially forgotten...

W PRZEŁYKU

Ty
Wyświetlasz kadry z przeszłości
Projektor ubierasz w pokrowiec
Zapluty miłości sokami
Jak obiektywy przecierane
Słowami
Dłońmi
Jak Ktoś
Kto odjechał cwałem
Z pamięcią ciał pod paznokciami
Z końmi...

Leżysz
Zamknięty w czyjejś pościeli
W bieli nie jest Ci do twarzy
Marzysz o purpurze
Krwawych snów
Pejzaży płótnach w kolorze fioletu
I odstajesz od świata
Na odległość sztyletu
Jak tamta postać z innego wymiaru
Ubrana w światła i cienie
Co natchnieniem Ci bywa
I pływa
Po tęczówkach ludzi
I nigdy nie nudzi się słowami

Ona żyje tylko w ustach
Rodzi się na języku
Uciekając nieświadoma
Z dotyku chce konać
Nie znajdziesz jej pod poduszką
Ani w szafie pomiędzy szatami

Pijąc wino
Jak szkarłat
Zgnieciesz ją ustami
Poczujesz
Jak drżąca
Umiera w przełyku...

OF OUR ANCESTORS

Beard and mustache
That's what we remember about our ancestors
They all grown beard and mustache
They drank wine and rum
They drank vodka
They wore disgusting clothes they never washed
They obeyed the King
Not to be executed for treason
They loved the Queen
And the Heirs of Her...

They did it to their wives
They enjoyed their dinners
Grapes if they were rich
And wine
Scarlet like blood
And sweet...
Then they did it to their wives again

They had descendants
Who had descendants
As we will have some day...
They learned how to kill animals
To fight the hunger
They used to possess swords
Sharp and shiny
That slid millions of necks
And throats...

They were told of jeopardy
They were told they’re in danger
They took weapons
And they went to battle
They fought for our freedom...!

THE ISLAND

Island
You bloom
As a fantasy
On some Brunette's contact lens
She combs her hair
And moans the song

Quiet and quieter
There is no colours reflected in the air
A shadow fallows her as she tries to escape
She's jailed
In the gloomy moon
Room without walls
Windows or doors
But closed...

She eats no bread
She walks no floors
She just adores your freckled soul
And keeps on nodding in case you asked her for a dance...

Polished nails
Eye lashes heavy of mascara
So black you couldn't eat them anymore
And pale vanilla face...

She belongs to the race called Sand
That dwells Forgotten Land
Where they gather around the fire
And dance
Till World ends
They recognize no time
They recognize no death

They write words of worship along the beach
And blow it into the sea
To please their Gods

The Island
Where they sit naked opposite to each other
And tattoo their skins all over
Then read one another out loud
In infinity
Like a prayer
As if they were chapel's walls covered with murals
Mesmerized they close their eyes
To trace the past
To last...