w.o.r.d.s

When some day your child ask you - “What is irony, daddy?” You can easily tell him - “Poland”

Euro 2008.

Poland vs Germany

Poland 0:2 Germany.

Sad. It’s true, but it’s so, so annoying. Today, Robert Kubica won his first GP in Formula 1 racing… for German team, BMW Sauber. Today 2 goals for Germany was shoot - by Lukasz Podolski… who was born in Poland, whose grandmother and girlfriend are Polsih, who was denied to play in Polish team not so long time ago (then he was not so popular, now he burried Poland - but you can tell that - he was not even happy for those goals) And what is more funny, the best player in Polish team was Brazilian - Roger Guerreiro.

Irony…

The dance of the puppets
The rusted chains of prison moons
Are shattered by the sun.
I walk a road, horizons change
The tournaments begun.
The purple piper plays his tune,
The choir softly sing;
Three lullabies in an ancient tongue,
For the court of the crimson king.

The keeper of the city keys
Put shutters on the dreams.
I wait outside the pilgrims door
With insufficient schemes.
The black queen chants
The funeral march,
The cracked brass bells will ring;
To summon back the fire witch
To the court of the crimson king.

The gardener plants an evergreen
Whilst trampling on a flower.
I chase the wind of a prism ship
To taste the sweet and sour.
The pattern juggler lifts his hand;
The orchestra begin.
As slowly turns the grinding wheel
In the court of the crimson king.

On soft gray mornings widows cry
The wise men share a joke;
I run to grasp divining signs
To satisfy the hoax.
The yellow jester does not play
But gentle pulls the strings
And smiles as the puppets dance
In the court of the crimson king.