“But human nature—“ Fuck you. Enough said. Human nature is what we make it, and you know that too, whether or not you want to own up to it—you cowardly excuse-mongering bastards.

wtorek, 4 lutego 2014

duszokiszki mojego ciała

diging into the snow-like inside of my gutsoul waiting for the ice to melt and waters to flow just as they are made to trying to engage in a never ending journey with myself my ears open and always wanting-waiting for the sounds from the outside world
where am I lying in the embrional position close to the fat humid ground the grass covering the sky above attentive scared and curious
o źdźbło trawy obok drugie ciało ciepło strach wiatr z którym chcę iść i ciepło bliskość ziemi flow of energy going from the very roots of my foot through the all blood veins of my body into the hand reaching to grab the wind made to flow to flow to flow away without me

poniedziałek, 3 lutego 2014


Cherishing appreciation in the last days. Appreciation for somebody's else warmth. For food someone has made for me. For a warm and cosy room someone has gave me to sleep in. For the care someone gives to the creature I love. For someone's nice greeting when I come back home. For someone making my room warm for me, when it is so cold outside. Appreciation for home. For the trust another creature lays in me. All this strangely mixtured with melancholy and longing. Longing for a family, a collective full of love, appreciation, support, openness and determination to fight. For feeling of being a part of. For deep relations with others.

środa, 16 października 2013


This picture calms me down and eases my pain. It reminds me that there are still places, which are not destroyed, humiliated, exploited. That there are places where you can breathe and feel the breath in the bottom of your belly, filling up your lungs with blue, fresh energy. Where you can feel like an animal, like a part of it all. Connected, rooted. Places, where I can for a while forget how much I am ashamed for the race I belong to. Places, where being alone means never being alone, as every bust of the wind, every sun ray and every touch of the ground makes me feel included. Places, where I feel that I have lost so much, though it is still here, waiting for me to be back. Places, where I know there is so much left to learn and nothing left to speak. Places, where the dichotomies and tames in me fall down and I am no longer my mind and my body, my feelings and my reason, female or male. Places, where I am starting to be the constant flow of energies. Places, where I feel I am back home.
My computer screen:

czwartek, 2 maja 2013

I do not write any more.
Już nie piszę.
My creativity was killed.
Zabito moją kreatywność.
My passion went away.
Moja pasja odeszła.
I lost the very precious thing that was a source of nourishment, joy and development to me.
Straciłam tą bardzo cenną rzecz, która była moim pokarmem, radością i źródłem rozwoju.
Where am I?
Gdzie jestem?
I am not here.
Nie ma mnie tutaj.

sobota, 23 lutego 2013


Today are my blog's 4th birthday. Happy birthday bloggy!

Dzisiaj są czwarte urodziny mojego bloga. Wszystkiego najlepszego blo(g)czku!