the tale (Part II)

so...where were we?

ahhh, there was the king who got jealous 

so he sent one of his men (who was a woman) to get the sword or something

she went to the village

and was laughed upon

but she turned to be a worthy adversary

then I left to do something extremely important and must have missed something equally important  

on my return the bad guy was leaving

kings don't quit just like that do they?

all in all 

There was much rejoicing.

Our hero took his place, married the pretty and agile lady and grew an ankle-length beard.

Which meant he probably lived long.
And, as it often happens, happily.

If you can't wait till 20 September for the next TrotuArt festival edition in Manufaktura, read this.

And watch this.

the tale (Part I)

And so there were these good people from Teatr Arlekin and they made some good things for some children around

and there were giants and/or dragons

(this one's a giant)

and there was this farmer guy who defeated the giant so the king gave him a sword

(and it's a bloody good sword right there)

and the dragons burnt everything

(with fire)

so he took his sword and met a dragon

and then he fought

and he won

and everybody was happy

for some time at least

we dont eat until your father's at the table

and we we don't drink until the devils turned to dust

pay heed

a foreword

scene 4, act 2

(all dragons exeunt)

(enters fable)

we never drink alcohol

we like big beats

in the unlikely event there is none around 

we may resort to (not without shedding a tear or two)

to beak bites

or bits and pieces

fortunately no such thing has ever happened to us

and hopefully 

never will

equinox

can't remember anyone promising that June will be sunny

practice makes perfect

only a few

last days 

Lighting, lighting burning bright

Always a great fan. 

But they used to make better stroms when I felt younger 

(and maybe it's only natural that it seems that way).

Polskości dwa oblicza

Polishness is a two-face bitch

 they mutilate your car

and you still feel proud and connected

our shit