Noční světlo. Lubomír Tomik Neměl jsem noční světlo , jen jas Tvých očí, odraz v zrcadle, křídla mločí, ve světě zahrad, vůní, kouzel , kde naše city, náhle nikdo nepřetlumočí, jen my. Vzduchem zasviští , suché prásknutí biče z velrybí kosti.
Night light. Lubomír Tomik I didn't have a night light, only the brightness of your eyes, reflection in the mirror, the wings of the salamanders, in the world of magic, scents, gardens, where our feelings suddenly no one translates, just us. It hisses in the air, dry crack of the whip of whale bones.
The Return Of The Son Of Nothing The warrior went back to Rome The nomads settled for solid homes The crusader returned to heathen The snake searched for garden of Eden The manikin went back in her cocoon And NASA flew back to the moon The great white returned to the coral reef As the geisha stepped up on a water lily leaf Everything was like before And the pharaohs killed the first born son Good lord Jesus Christ went back to his whore The whore went back to Babylon The pope went back on the dole And Santa flew back to the northpole Judas went back to Nazareth And the president back in his jet The raven flew back to Hades And the shemales went back to the eighties The dandy went back to Perth And the dead went straight back to birth