Sabotage in the Port of Love. Lubomír Tomik The last port of love block ships sunk at its mouth, I break up at night wrecks eaten by salt seawater, and I land at the pier where half-naked dancers patrol under a starry tropical sky, one of them is You, You rattle with lava stones like castanets, You will hit me with your dance more precisely than a bullet, sabotage in the port of love sabotage in the port of love sabotage in the last Port of Love.
