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X X X

 

we remain in modern marriages

which are free and open

with time with the fading hope

that some day at last

we happen to enter

an old-fashioned marriage

miraculously closed

 

 

X X X

 

someone said

one could not despair

when one looked at the sky

at your funeral

I was observing clouds all the time

 

I did not belong to those women

who had the right to cry

 

 

X X X

 

I took photos of this countryside

as

if kissing

the body of the beloved man

side by side

 

Mantras

 

Once there was a propaganda of success

now there is a propaganda of poverty

I have been hearing this for years:

„Poland is poor”

and „ No money for any property”

 

Look Into My Eyes

 

(why do people think they can tell me everything?)

 

for years he has been visiting the hospital library

a retired economist

 

an atheist, thinking, searching,

 

his son died in a car accident recently

 

„I have not told anybody about it

but I will tell you”

 

„it was eighteen months ago

I borrowed some books from the District Library

I went to the park behind the Municipal Office

I sat on the bench

started reading

 

after a while a man sat close to me

 

he looked thirty

had bright red hair and a beard

started to talk to me

asked what I was reading

(usual talk)

suddenly he stood up, went a few steps

came back

his eyes were glittering with burnt yellow fire

look into my eyes!

he said

why don’t you look into my eyes?!

 

I was horrified

he weanted to appraoch me

but I made a sign of a cross three times

from the right, in the middle and from the left

he could not approach me closer

than the distance of six meters

 

it was a devil

that was eighteen months ago

I cannot pull myself together

I do not know what to think about it

I accepted it as a warning for me”