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Ernest Wit - Wiersze: December 2016

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Ernest Wit - Wiersze. Thursday, 15 December 2016. Nie wiem jak ty ale ja. Myślisz, że wojna wybuchnie w tym roku czy w przyszłym? Wolałbym w przyszłym, jak skończymy budowę domu. Możliwości stają się niemożliwością. Chcemy uniknąć tłoku w sobotę,. Więc jedziemy na zakupy w piątek wieczorem. Jest tam tłum ludzi, którzy chcieli tego samego. Kręcimy nosem –. Niestety, nie podoba nam się to,. Niestety, nie podoba nam się tamto. Włączam internet, a tam pytanie:. Gdyby zamiast ludzi pracowały w nim koty?

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Ernest Wit - Poems: Evelyn in late autumn

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Ernest Wit - Poems. Friday, 28 October 2016. Evelyn in late autumn. In late autumn Evelyn. Resolves not to pretend. That death doesn’t concern her. All day she sits. And strokes the cat. She gets interested in healthy food. In December she signs a petition. Concerning the war in Syria. Let someone do something about it. She writes a diary. Got up at ten. Made cereals with chia seeds. Put on a mask of coconut oil. Posted a picture of the cat on Instagram. Evelyn’s mother has a friend. Evelyn in late autumn.

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Ernest Wit - Poems: December 2016

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Ernest Wit - Poems. Thursday, 15 December 2016. I don’t know about you. Do you think the war will break out this year or next? I’d prefer next year when we’ve finished building the house. We want to avoid the crowd on Saturday. So we go shopping on Friday evening. There’s a crowd of those who wanted the same. We sniff at things –. Unfortunately, don’t like this. Unfortunately, don’t like that. I put on the internet and see a question:. Have you ever wondered what your office would look like.

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Ernest Wit - Wiersze: Romantyczna i młoda

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Ernest Wit - Wiersze. Friday, 18 November 2016. Na pośladkach fioletowych żyłek. Na łydkach kurzych łapek. Po bobie jej miłość. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Ernest Wit: Haiku po polsku. Ernest Wit: Pastisze, parodie, satyry. Ernest Wit: Adieu Rimbaud. Ernest Wit: Haiku in English. View my complete profile. Travel theme. Powered by Blogger.

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Ernest Wit - Poems: I read Baudelaire

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Ernest Wit - Poems. Friday, 4 November 2016. On the last day of October. In the year of our warlord. The public like a dog. First I slowed down. Simply as a result. Of disappointments and failures. It wasn’t courage. As it was all. The same to me. I sat on the roadside. In the autumn sun. As if he’d never. Wanted to get me. Kept walking at his. Looking not at me. But at the yellow trees. And the red bushes. Where the fields ended. It’s better for both of us. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).

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Ernest Wit - Poems: Global Warming

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Ernest Wit - Poems. Thursday, 10 November 2016. When I was a child on the day of the dead. November the first was dead silent. On the cemetery we didn’t breathe a word. Birds had flown away to another world escaped. From the dark freeze for the first time. We put on furs sheepskins long johns warmed. Our hands over candles on the grave blown out. By icy winds you needed to light them again. With a brittle match in numb fingers sheltering. The flickering flame with a warm palm. Today you go to the cemetery.

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Ernest Wit - Wiersze: Jakość światła

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Ernest Wit - Wiersze. Thursday, 1 December 2016. Język przepracowany zmęczony wypalony. Potrzebny ci roczny urlop zdrowotny. Nie masz wnętrza tylko wnętrzności. Ciepły i miękki jesteś w środku. Kiedy twarz podobna do ludzkiej. Idź spać poezja nie dla ciebie. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Ernest Wit: Haiku po polsku. Ernest Wit: Pastisze, parodie, satyry. Ernest Wit: Adieu Rimbaud. Ernest Wit: Haiku in English. View my complete profile. Nie wiem jak ty ale ja. Travel theme. Powered by Blogger.

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Ernest Wit - Poems: Quality of Light

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Ernest Wit - Poems. Thursday, 1 December 2016. Language is overworked tired burnt out. You need a year of sick leave. You don’t have a soul but intestines. Warm and soft inside you are. Moved by a beast. When the face is human. The quality of light suggests. Go to bed poetry. Wasn’t created for you. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Ernest Wit: Haiku in English. View my complete profile. I don’t know about you. Travel theme. Powered by Blogger.

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Ernest Wit - Poems: November 2016

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Ernest Wit - Poems. Friday, 18 November 2016. On buttocks purple veinlets. On thighs varicose veins. On calves crow’s feet. After beans her love. Thursday, 10 November 2016. When I was a child on the day of the dead. November the first was dead silent. On the cemetery we didn’t breathe a word. Birds had flown away to another world escaped. From the dark freeze for the first time. We put on furs sheepskins long johns warmed. Our hands over candles on the grave blown out. White chrysanthemums went brown.

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Ernest Wit - Poems: I don’t know about you

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Ernest Wit - Poems. Thursday, 15 December 2016. I don’t know about you. Do you think the war will break out this year or next? I’d prefer next year when we’ve finished building the house. We want to avoid the crowd on Saturday. So we go shopping on Friday evening. There’s a crowd of those who wanted the same. We sniff at things –. Unfortunately, don’t like this. Unfortunately, don’t like that. I put on the internet and see a question:. Have you ever wondered what your office would look like.