an aspiring actress
asked me
to help fund her independent movie
wow
i thought
she has a better passport than mine
her father runs a successful business
yet she turns to me
for financial help
and it's not the first time
a lady in distress needs my money
funny how they target me
as a man of wealth
it is a nice feeling
but i won't answer the phone today
Jogging in the woods in the early morning is a wonderful feeling. Especially in the summer when it is pleasantly chilly there. Above all, the wood is all yours at that time of the day. But the anecdote i am about to tell you made me think whether it is always good to be alone there.
I slept badly last night. As if i knew what the new day would bring. I woke up rather early and decided to go jogging and clear my head. It was a bit cold, but the sky looked promising. The day will be sunny. The wood was calm. A squirrel crossed my path. What a wonderful day this will be, i told myself.
Suddenly a doe with a fawn ran between the trees. I was delighted! I scared a Bambi and his mother, ha, ha, ha. This i took as a good sign. As something moved in the bushes i expected to see another Bambi left there in fear. Don’t worry, i thought, i won’t harm you. No, this was smaller. A rabbit, i thought. But the sight that followed i will remember as long as i live. It was not me that scared the animals, i understood in a split of a second.
A pair of black eyes stared at me from the bushes. It was a dwarf! Spitting image of those jolly bearded statues people use to decorate gardens. He even had a small bag on his back. This one was not laughing, though. No, my dear friends, he just stared at me. My legs felt heavy, i stopped for a second. But i was not able to turn my head away from those hypnotizing eyes.
Dwarf’s lips did not move, but i clearly heard a voice. A hissing broken falsetto cursed at me. My ears were flooded with such bad words i don’t even dare repeating. He ordered me to follow him to his cave. My legs were so weak, i could barely move. The voice shouted at me again. I tried to walk, but i lost the equilibrium and fell. Right into those black eyes.
As i came back to my senses i found myself lying on the forest path. Was it real that i saw? Or was i just too weak after last night and fainted while jogging? Not knowing the answer, i ran away in horror. A warm shower helped me to stop trembling and regain my composure.
I went to work hoping no one would notice how i felt.
The truth lays in the nature
And is closer than it seems
I feel it as I watch
The sun being born from the seas
Observing it from my hideout
In far away hills and valleys
Running naked among the trees
Hiding from the humans
Bowing down before the cliffs
Worshiping the plants
As I try to erase my memories
Or am I just trying to refresh them
Regressing
Sharing bed with my past
Chasing other people’s dreams
It feels like treading on the patterns
Of strangers’ destinies
Through digital interfaces
That bring a false order
To all distant provinces
Connecting me through neon highways
With other souls yet to be found
Offering endless streams
Of information and promises
Then the sun goes up again
I am reborn into another day
Ready for the avalanches
Of gigabytes of obsolete information
Where I am just a piece of the puzzle
And this dawn is just a detail
In the fractal of the broken skies
I dive again into the digital
Inversion
Of everything I feel with my six senses
Although there is no proof
It has been a lazy afternoon in an
All the guys in the shop were struck as Hans died. One afternoon they evoked the memories of him and funny situations they have been through together. As they laughed a fly has landed on Polish guy’s baseball cap. He raised his hand to scare it, but someone warned him not to do that.
“You never know, this might be Hans in another incarnation”. Polish guy stretched his hand and said: “If you are Hans, land on my palm”. The fly landed exactly in the middle of his palm.
There was this painter i knew who had a problem with alcohol. Besides, he was not sure about his sexuality, which would be annoying for people of both genders when he was drunk. Otherwise he was a nice fellow.
He liked traveling and once he even spent a month in an artist colony in
The artists in the colony were invited to help the restoration of a local church. There were graves of monks around the church, as well, and their remains were moved to another location. As an act of retaliation for having to live without alcohol for a month, the painter took a tooth from one of the skulls as a souvenir. He even wore it on a strap around his neck. A nice big front tooth, i guess “up left one” would be the expression a dentist would use.
The evening he got back to his hometown, the painter went out. His friends wanted to hear the stories from a distant Eastern land. Needless to say, with all that booze calling his name, our painter got really drunk in a party. On the way home he stumbled down the stairs and hit the floor with his head. With his jaw, to be precise. An unpleasant surprise awaited as he got to the first mirror. His “up left one” tooth was missing. Ha!
He has always been dreaming of becoming a sailor. This came true to a certain extent during his military service. He served on a ship which was a part of NATO forces. The fleet sailed around the
One evening on the coast
In the brothel, they walked along the narrow halls in search for their share of love for the evening. Only a curtain separated them from the couples moaning in the rooms. The older sailors quickly made their choice, overweight ladies in their forties, wearing heavy makeup and perfumes, wrapped in oriental clothes of bright colors. He was alone.
As he headed toward the exit, in one of the rooms he saw a woman whose appearance was strikingly different. Young lady with short hair was sitting on the bed. Her skin was dark, she was slim, dressed in a modest tunic. Still in two minds about staying, he stepped in.
In a poor English she talked to him but he did not answer. Then she saw the lucky charm painted on his arm and switched to Arabic. He uttered something in response. She took his hand and told him he has been a good man to wear such a lucky charm. He asked about her haircut and her skin, darker then other women. She explained that she comes from a desert tribe. Her parents have abandoned her and she has been living in the brothel ever since. What have they been talking about? Later he could not recall. She just held his hand, fondled his arm where the writing was, interrupting the dialogue to voice something in Arabic under her breath.
Noise came from the hall. Other sailors were done with their fun. They were laughing loud and calling his name. He paid for the conversation and left to join them.
