27 september 2014
IN PURGATORIO?
Sometimes I imagine, I am free:
free to come out from a diagram,
to bring inside out.
Ultimately rescued from the ancestors,
and ready to face my unborn children.
An apparition sneaks in.
Transgender? Half human, half god?
There is no shadow, no existence,
but presence.
Life sometimes take a strange turn,
panic moves between the walls of home.
Black silk, red cloud, fish in the bowl.
I walk without feet, making dents in air.
wrapped up so long.
Satish Verma
22 april 2025
wiesiek
21 april 2025
wiesiek
19 april 2025
wiesiek
19 april 2025
Eva T.
18 april 2025
jeśli tylko
17 april 2025
Eva T.
15 april 2025
ajw
15 april 2025
Marian Banaszak
14 april 2025
wiesiek
13 april 2025
ajw