And the days of summer and winter endless games came. Golden leaves are falling from every day more and more lonely trees, playing with wind, smiling to sun. In the mornings smell of winter cold days is bantering with warm blows of summer.
Colorful carpets are whispering under my feet and my soul is singing their songs. So I made peace with the falling leaves. Goodbye summer!
Częścią Parku Kapitolińskiego w Sacramento jest Międzynarodowy Ogród Róż Światowego Pokoju. Osobliwa nazwa. Taki oto wiersz popełniłem wypoczywając w Parku Pokoju.
bills, fees and invoices
i am falling in love
your name boldly typed
on white pages of your history
every month reminder
feeds starving mail box
i would love to have a crash on you
do not crash while i am thinking about you
in the air
of your bills and yourself
I am here, in Chicago, for three months now. I feel like I owe the city of Chicago this note. There are as many things to say about Chicago as big this city is.
Living in a country like Poland – with so short and long period of the last 20-something years same time, makes about places over the border or over the sea as the promised land. The West, including the USA, was always this heaven on Earth for many people.
“Some people have the desire to collect more or less expensive items according to what one can afford – I also possess a collection albeit very modest as is usual in the beginning.” Bolesław Prus, The Waistcoat