Tag Archives: Konstanty Ildefons Gałczyński

Why does the pickle never sing?


  The question that our title  has cast in deathless bronze  is painful yet so vital,  we owe it a response.  If our little green friend  won’t sing, croon, lilt or chant,  it’s clear that, Heaven forfend,  it most probably … Continue reading

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my fairy tales


MY FAIRY TALES (A JA TOBIE BAJKI OPOWIADAM) I whisper my fairy tales to your ear,  They make your delight so sincere.  I add to your eyes and hair shiny tone  And you are all of the silver stone,  And … Continue reading

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