coffee
should not be
too strong
and woman
too weak
exhibitionism
like a punishment
but here
whatever i want
i have my point
my thoughts sparkle
indirect lightning
messed up like
my purse

and photos
they are not real
and words
could be forgotten
i write
and change
mirror-inverted
farewell

wild thing you make my heart...

Wild thing
You make my heart sing
You make everything
Come on, wild thing

Wild thing, I think you move me
But I gotta know for sure
Come on and hold me tight
Oh you move me(....)

old-fashioned amnesia

old-fashioned lady's
memories
etiguette...
at the crossroads
forsaken shrine
even if it used to be
so beautifully
another lonely part
of herself
just fades
after all you
only amnesia is left
and it makes her feel
quietly peaceful
nothing more nothing less

thoughts-trash

from out of space
i'm so little
non existing
no one knows
if i've ever been
but than
the glommy sunday comes
or the wednesday night
and the christmas tree
an old photo
so you know
i used to be
in the morning headaches
never wanted sweaters

the meaning changes
just as distance does
not beeing-symptom
makes only sense
when you are beeing missed

from out of space
is every detail smaller
easier to see the rest
no gravitation keeps your
intentions down
ironic free kite

but if i try to exist
and the kite won't fly away
if atlantis ever happened
i can leave

the show is over

Atlantyda
Szymborska Wisława

Istnieli albo nie istnieli.
Na wyspie albo nie na wyspie.
Ocean albo nie ocean
połknął ich albo nie.

Czy było komu kochać kogo?
Czy było komu walczyć z kim?
Działo się wszystko albo nie
tam albo nie tam.
Miast siedem stało.
Czy na pewno?
Stać wiecznie chciało.
Gdzie dowody?
Nie wymyślili prochu, nie.
Proch wymyślili, tak.
Przypuszczalni. Wątpliwi.
Nie upamiętnieni.
Nie wyjęci z powietrza,
z ognia, z wody, z ziemi.
Nie zawarci w kamieniu
ani w kropli deszczu.
Nie mogący na serio
pozować do przestróg.
Meteor spadł.
To nie meteor.
Wulkan wybuchną.
To nie wulkan.
Ktoś wołał coś.
Niczego nikt.

Na tej plus minus Atlantydzie.

act 0- we have to get the tickets

the biggest show ever
baby doll
and the puppet master
played once...only
and i want to see
his face
the only show
with one invitation only
each guest
would take part
so i'm queuing
for the ticket
when the music stops
i will loose my chance
i will never play again
i will fade
the after party
will taste heavenly
and i'm queuing
in the rain
just to see his face

act I- popcorn went out

baby doll
and the puppet master
big blue eyes
big red lips
painted behind
the black curtain
tears are not real
dolls don't cry
you stupid
so here i am
tango with the devil
with black rose
without love
irony of fate
God in the auditorium
and she dances
lack of luck
and the screenplay sucks
standing ovation
because it's right thing to do
but nobody laughs

paint me

paint me
in the smoken cigaret
like i never would have been
paint me noisy
paint me green
in the never written letter
paint me cankered
paint me sweet
in your saturday hangover headaches
paint me smoky
paint me twinkling
good for nothing
paint me sneaky
paint me calm
in the morning shiver
paint me in your wildest dreams
paint me when you fall asleep
when you sing
i will write you
on the water
like you never would have been...

we'll take this walk till death

she'll take
the same walk
every single day
till death
insanity I smell
in her green eyes
and every morning
when she paints herself
with all those mascaras
lipsticks and sunglasses
so you wouldn't find out
she has missed her
so desperetly
every minute that night
and she will take this walk
tomorrow
once again
even if in her every move
insanity she smells

25.06.2006

the first come-back thought

the one thing i've learnt.... croatia is way way way away from here!!o.O
and ceske radio impossible to listen to!
ok, goodnight kittens, i'm going to bad :)

a little bit sad cause mountains and the sea look much more than the city, in every meaning of much more ;)
i miss you though
kizzez

and now without any context:D
but who cares, possibly i'm the only one who reads this crap, so.. :D

'nothing but a girl'
if it matters
i explain you rain
einstein summary
conspiracy theory.
having no idea
who the shakespeare was
i'll tell you about juliette
i'll sleep with you
like a hooker
the only women
you've loved
and you will marry me
you will hate me though
cause i'll always cry...
over verdancy of the grass
during funerals
i'll laugh..
if it matters..
but right now
as weak
as only i can be
i'm falling in your arms
asleep

i say a little prayer

my guardian angel
he stole my soul
on the black market
sold me to someone
whose language i don't understand
he told me not to worry
cause souls don't exist
he chained me with my prayers
and laughing
set my body free

fotos kommen später dazu ;)

gritingz from kroeyshia

the memories
of those white little streets
coffee smell
from round the corner
and many many banches
in the drunken
champagne bubles
i''ve closed



achhh bez podpisow, bo nie mam czasu


at last i've found free internet so i'm sending big kizez from split ;)

samsonite man

thoughts are the weirdo
i'm moving out again
coming back
where i have come from
but than
i meet the samsonite man
i'm coming back
there where i have gone
on my own
so i'm not leaving
cause i know the streets
and i've been waiting
on those all bus stops
i'm only coming back
to where i was born
to where i live now
where someone's waiting

czasem...

nightmare
sneaking up
on me
under eyelids
deep under my skin
i can taste
devil's swearwords
i hear him
laughing
over the sins
i've never commited
tired sad old man
and his marionette
dancing in the wind
black cats
and cracked agony
of my tired mind
but i am about waking up