I gave up on writing poems
I’ve been ashamed of this form
Since I talked to three hundred people about my thoughts
And it came out
Half of them once had these thoughts I have
So who am I to state they’re mine

Writing poems
Is like showing off
Look, I’ve got so many unsaid thoughts to say
That I can write in verses

Prose is versatile
For good morning and good night
For chit-chat and for confessions
You don’t need excuses to write prose
You’re not obliged to write meaningful prose

Like you’re obliged to write meaningful poems

But confessions
They seem to be greater than they are
If you write them in verses

Warning!This will be tacky,slushy etc. But no matter how bitchy I can get outside,I always remain sentimental inside. And this is my most sentimental season
An eye-wateringly beautiful evening.Sun is already not blinding but only lightning this charming scene with rosy rays and I am calm,sitting under a tree smelling the green floral air. The perfect scent of May. And there are frogs chatting around(yeah) and happy dogs swimming( I can’t help smiling seeing a happy dog) As for me this season could last forever.I would only miss hot summer afternoons when there’s some crystalline water to plunge into,the nostalgic aura of the late summer and rustling leaves of October. Last days were soo shitty but finally I always get some moments of beauty to celebrate.
Beauty.I almost forgot why I took up photography.Photojournalists say they have the need to picture reality as it is.My reason is more typical,I wanted to picture beauty.But I realized that a picture is not enough to express a moment of beauty,coz there’s so much more to a scene.…smell,sound,the feel of the air on your skin,your emotions in that exact moment.Not to mention that eye is perfect and the camera-will never be?If it will be perfect,I am damn envious of the next generations lucky to use it. For me,the purest beauty is nature.Other concepts of beauty are more or less your delusions,beliefs and interpretations:something subjective and pretty elusive.So have a nice time in the open outdoors


Ps.May I introduce you to some pretty chilled New Zealanders [link] Their music greatly accompanied me in April I haven’t listened to such music before (but what music and does anyone else play the same music?) and now I am maniacally playing tracks 5 and 6

Mam często wrażenie,że praktycznie wszystko już było i to co powstanie,zawsze będzie podobne do czegoś,co już było.
No trudno

Do not stand at my grave and weep;

I am not there. I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.

I am the diamond glints on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry

I am not there. I did not die.






(I don't know the author)

I am so glad I possess some innate delight.

I only regret I missed the wise thoughts that slipped my mind while I was too busy to engrave them on something durable as I can't rely on my memory.Thoughts perhaps thought before but worth tattooing.Not because they sounded so cool but because they carried a unique (because mine ) affirmation of existence.

I've got hundreds of new photos but I need some time to regain fresh view before submitting them.