

The saddest of my truthsJsem prázdná nádoba, co se vznáí nad mraky. Občas se rozestoupí a naplní mne trocha světa. Naplní mě úasem. U skoro vůbec nechodím po zemi. Dřív jsem po ní chodil (nebo se mi to jenom zdá, nevzpomínám si toti). Zdála se mi oklivá... lidé se mi zdáli okliví (a pořád zdají). Utíkal jsem před nimi do svého vnitřního světa. Chtěl jsem být lepí... pořád chci být lepí a nikdy nebudu dobrý tak, aThe saddest of my truths


King of Worms editedZ trůnu shlíím na svůj výtvor, dmu se v skrytu pýchou. S ivou duí nepromluvím, neb tu ádné nejsou.King of Worms edited
Mám v pokladnici pavučiny, skříně plné kostlivců. Mám království bez poddaných, dui plnou běsů,
e obelhávám sám sebe, jsem na jeviti loutkou. Přesto jsem sám loutkářem a vládnu velkou mocí!
Stvořil jsem nebe, připoutal ho k zemi. Stvořil jsem pýchu a s ní svoje


Pain of common days enTrying to get off straight jacket of bladed wire. Blades keep cutting deep and it hurts so much, but being imprisoned by your own sorrow... it's not a life... Then... once per very very long time it comes and the jacket is suddenly gone. For a moment you stay frozen and amazed, you watch around. You stand in front of it messed by your blood and hurt. When your beginning to be used to feelings, which came with it... the wounds close and heal. You breathe in it's character few times and you feel no more pain. Suddenly you are all hypnotized, there's no more blood and wounds on you. You float in a beautiful dream... for a while... The lovePain of common days en


Something enHow did I get so far? And shouldn't I be somewhere else? That's how John went to explore the world and ended without princess nor kingdom. The dragon nags pieces of John out of his teeth during an afternoon siesta. John either did not fight nor ran away, he just stood still.Something en
Shouldn't I be somewhere else? I found only one corner of truth among thousands and realized, that there will never be the one.With coffee and cigarette I watch a little girl as she plays with badminton rocket. She just plays with a ball in a blooming garden... just for herself alone. It looks strange from this terrace. I fall as a victim to nostalgia a
| Some of my texts are translated in english (gallery-> literature in english). I beg you for indulgence, I think my english is quite ok, but it's not good enough to translate without loosing some of poetics... use your imagination. Thanks The only thing I can tell about myslef and I am proud about is, that I can laugh in every situation, no matter if I'm crying or happy. If I lose this ability, I will be hollow and dead. |
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