Paweł Markiewicz

The prayer for a golden-eyed monk

by Pawel Markiewicz When my dog ​​was dying in agony, I suddenly understood that no Catholic religion could help me. No lying church saints who boast about their holiness could help me or the dog. I wanted to become a Buddha. I have been studying the teachings of Buddha for a few days. I simply […]

The paramour of the sorcerer’s apprentice.

The ballad. by Paweł Markiewicz   The moony, dreamy naiad is awakened, like pearl in the deepest marine finery. She-muser of eternity seeks for hoard. Choir: Muse’s treasure amaranthine-gentle.

Eudemonia

by Paweł Markiewicz   E U D E M O N I A P o e t r y                     E p i c                      D r a m a                                                         […]

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