Poets. Lubomír Tomik It is so, there is hidden sadness in every disease. But also hopes for better times, who cares when it will be because the curtain falls, only to rise again, that we may begin to love again, to permeate one another, to merge together, to the bone, Poets. Love. You.
Čteno a nahráno pro Tebe,6.1.21 na hradě Malenovice. Věnováno i básnířce.