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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