so quiet

Few times I concluded: It is like in Canada. But now when again the feeling is coming back into my veins, I would rather say: In Canada was like in Poland. And in few weeks in Poland I will probably utter: It is like in Norway. It is probably like everywhere when the Earth is preparing to fall asleep into the winter dream. The colors are so powerful, the atmosphere so clear and chilled that with every breath you can feel the sharpness of the invisible life giving air. And maybe because you are freezing all the time, the darkness is coming earlier with each day, and only the city lamps have fun in reflective dance on the puddles.

I will not die before the Queen.

The sentence that has just been thrown to the space as the seven words without any deeper meaning. Seven words that made all difference. Unpredictable wave of following single letters built the world of remarkable power.



.:First:.

I - so actually who? My hairy belly or my thoughts that with the god speed travel through my mind, that sometimes I wonder if they hadnt flown directly into the space yet. And of course I am the first. There might be someone else for sure. But as the first comes "I" with capital letter to give the sense of importance and required respect. I dont care about others. Maybe later, but firstly I.



.:Second:.

will - apparently from the beginning to the endless end, always was and 'will' will be. It becomes because someone or somewhat wants. I want you! I want to kiss you! I want to kill you! I want to fuck you! I want to die! I want to survive! I want to fly! I want to cry! When I realize that all I want is just the pale of shit. And that the willing will survive. The hope, Inshallah, belief and retrieve, with the heart fully opened and the mind completely free. Then it comes like this. Like rain and awaited guest. So dont hesitate to dream your wish, and if it is right it might will will.



.:Third:.

not - the best compose with do: don't steal the truth. For me that is enough.



.:Forth:.

die - ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????



.:Fifht:.

before - there were always some people more wise, more talented, more famous. The past that determines the future but we still don't know how to open the front page and read form this book of knowledge.



.:Sixth:.

the - definite article. Precised with no single thought of doubt.



.:Seventh:.

Queen.


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The Queen was elder nice lady. She owned a big dog and few black cats. The animals didn't love each other, neither there were fighting. They were present and that was enough. The elder lady used to bath twice a week, and on Saturdays evenings she usually visited her younger sister on the fourteenth floor of the house where she lived. Excitement aroused in her while she was approaching the floor of her sister. She could have felt like in the dream of a bird, that she used to become, and fly away with her thoughts to the places where no one knew her. She didn't have so many things to hide, but there were some rumors in the neighborhood that the old lady had a son, somewhere far, where nor the eye of a man could handle the lightness of the place. She used to dream about this flight, freedom of moving wings, heading into lightness, where behind the curtain she could recognize his face. She could see his eyes. Deeply blue with the green remarks. His skin was painted with the colors of her touch. In the moments when she tried to embrace him with her wings, she woke up. Each night the same. Each awaking in the same mood of not accomplished fulfillment.
The elevator made a tinny noise of moving upward. Old lady stared at the buttons that were alive for the moments of passing floors. She counted them quietly in her mind. Eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, stop, stop, stop. The doors opened and let the red light from the corridor. From her place, old lady could see endless queue of colorful worn people. - Good evening madam. She could here from the mass but couldn't notice the person who uttered those sentence. A little bit ashamed and confused the Queen entered the corridor. She was pacing slowly into the doors of her sister. Passing faces were giving her glances of interest and curiosity. - Who are all those people, just on the day of my visit to Susan.

Fra Belgia

Je sui la Pologne.

I came back from Belgium, the country when only once I had to hide my ethnicity in front of young snob girl, who instead of playing with her friends with dolls, plays usually golf!(sic!)

I don't really think that I am typisk Polsk neither. And actually what does it mean to be typisk. There were few surprised eyes that I don't like vodka, yes and even I don't steal cars. Thats fact I work as a grass cutter but before I was a dog musher. Anyway I almost finished my second faculty and maybe soon will become the man with the title. Not the knight or prince, but still some. I am not also Chopin or Czajkowski, not even Mickiewicz or Slowacki, I cant see the Sun as it did Kopernik. So maybe I am not so typisk polsk as some may think I am.

I live where I stay, where is my bad and my plate. I live where my soul is smiling and getting fright. I live where my heart is beating and air fulfill my breath.

And where do I come from?
My mother womb and my father bone.

I am here defined as predicted, with all my shortage and all my fullness.

I am here.