Some of you
who are closely following my ART-Instagram account
may have noticed that I sometimes write poems…
It just happens somewhere in the creative proces.
✨
Funny - it appears that it has always been with me like this… - but I’ll write about it some other time, if I’m brave enough to share the story ;)
I write them usually in Polish
and than I dare (please don't judge ;)
to translate some of them into EN version.
A tear hugged in a hurry, too late
trickles out clumsily
on the other cheek.
It irreversibly absorbs
rivers of the past moments,
so stubbornly still
that they run deeper and deeper without any restraint.
The well known warmth of a breath
closes her eyes, which were so ready to fly.
A painfully safe fall
represents the new beginning.
MINE, 16/03/2024
Utulona za późno łza
sączy się niezdarnie
po cudzym policzku.
Bezpowrotnie chłonie
rzeki minionych momentów,
tak uparcie ciche,
że bez opamiętania rwące.
Ciepło znajomego oddechu
zamyka oczy wyrywajace się do lotu.
Boleśnie bezpieczny upadek
stanowi nowy początek.
MOJA, 16/03/2016
And the BIRDS
MIXED MEDIA on 250 gsm paper 24.7 cm x 19 cm
is still available ;)
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