New tattoo & back to painting.

Welcome back! The last post was on the 15th of April and if I would be to say I’m embarrassed that would be an understatement.

Continue reading “New tattoo & back to painting.”

Skog – a poem collection.

I wrote a couple of poems which circulate around subject of forest so I decided to gather them together in samling : collection.

Continue reading “Skog – a poem collection.”

We lived then – a poem.

Original first – then translation. Mine, of course.

Pamiętasz, jak w namiocie
Siedziliśmy cała zgrają, wgniecieni z flaszką.
Nikt nas nie pchał do picia tego ścierwa.
Ale smakowało tak słodko.
Wtedy tak smakowało.

Czy ktoś z nas myślał
Że to tylko moment?
Kto z nas zapomni, a kto z nas
Nie będzie w stanie zapomnieć?

Nie wiedzieliśmy, nikt nie
Zastanawiał się nad jutrem.
Teraz flaszka też na stole, ale gorzka.

Nie przeszkadzały nam chłodne poranki.
Lodowate prysznice
zimne śpiwory.
Wtedy żyliśmy.

*** translation ***

Remember, when in tent
We sat all, pushed in corners with bottles.
No one was forced to drink that utter piss…
But it tasted so good.
Then – it was the best.

Did any of us think
that it was just a moment?
Who will not remember and who
Won’t be able to forget?

We didn’t know, no one
Thought about tomorrow.
Now bottle also on the table, but bitter.

We weren’t bothered by cold mornings.
Chill showers
froze sleeping bags.
We lived then.


I hope you guys don’t sit way past after midnight and dwell on your past like me right now. Let’s live, while we still can.

I miss traveling.

It won’t be a self-pity type of text, neither it will be a tear-dropping sob story of how I have been stuck in one country for two years and going.

Continue reading “I miss traveling.”

Who am I.

It’s not really a question, because I’m not asking anyone. I won’t get the answer even from myself. It’s drifting around the subject, as a young immigrant.

Continue reading “Who am I.”

The smell of January.

My head is full of poetry those days. I wake up with random poems in my head and I go to sleep similar… and sometimes I have to merge them and it suddenly all makes sense. Enjoy.

Continue reading “The smell of January.”

Let’s talk about work.

Everybody has to do some job to get through life, earn money, buy food, have a roof overhead, and cover other basic things. However, there’s always been a tendency in our society to judge people based upon the way they earn their living. Let’s talk about exactly that.

Continue reading “Let’s talk about work.”

The thin line between integration and imitation.

A couple of words on the topic that was in my mind for quite a while. Don’t worry, even though the title looks like a bachelor, it is not a scientific paper.

Continue reading “The thin line between integration and imitation.”
%d bloggers like this: