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Las deszczowy klimatu umiarkowanego

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Wyniki spaceru: zaklejona potem, błotem, wodą i komarami, które atakują nawet aparat fotograficzny: krew za zdjęcia!

(Uratowały mnie jak zwykle tylko glany; komary mają eukaliptusa w nosie!)


10.06.2012 (Ach to moje zawrotne tempo życia.)

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July 30th, 2011 at 5:47 pm

To angsty scribblers on a mission

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You are not a poet because you have issues or you don’t fit in the society or you feel the need to write or you are in love or you are angry or you can’t communicate/express yourself differently or you know better. Poetry is not a drainage to your petty sentiments and frustration. Poetry is not a tool in your fight against the world. Poetry is love. It can be fueld by anger, but it is always love. Love knows no fear. Love is always gentle. To put it bluntly: this invertebrate knows poetry inside out. It fact, this invertebrate is writing a poem.


Written by ananke

February 18th, 2016 at 8:25 pm