Krzysztof Śliwka
It’s cool. Nobody knows anything
An ordinary day. Nothing is going on.
My mother is watering the weed growing on the balcony
That I planted in among othet plants. I tell her
That as soon as it grows into something decent,
We’ll really get stoned. She doesn’t object.
She doesn’t tap her forehead with her index finger.
I thing my mother knows what’s up.
translated by Margarita Nafpaktitis
My mother is watering the weed growing on the balcony
That I planted in among othet plants. I tell her
That as soon as it grows into something decent,
We’ll really get stoned. She doesn’t object.
She doesn’t tap her forehead with her index finger.
I thing my mother knows what’s up.
translated by Margarita Nafpaktitis
♦ Sestina
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Krzysztof Śliwka
fot. Karol Krukowski
fot. Karol Krukowski
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Niepogoda dla kangura - 1996
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Gambit - 1998
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Sztuka koncentracji - 2002
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Dżajfa & Gibana 2008
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Budda Show, 2013