„Who’s there, my God, who’s there?“ Read and recorded for You in Studio Shaark
"Who's there, my God, who's there?"
Lubomír Tomik
Ernest Hemingway knocked out a phone booth,
it was only afternoon,
guy in an old STB secret police coat
with a leather bag and an injured spine entered a roundabout,
the cars stopped indecisively and the drivers didn't know what to do,
the guy in the orange overalls was walking on the railway embankment,
for a moment he even seemed to be able to control the tracks and sleepers
but then he looked at the track in front of him
he stared until his eyeballs fell out
and on the gleaming tracks they rolled toward the unknown,
head to all the tattoo ink,
Ernest Hemingway knocked out a phone booth,
the handset fell to the ground,
coins spilled,
on the other side of the line was Ema Destin
and she cried :
,, Who is there, O God, O God, who is there? "
That’s the poem you talked me about ! Awesome !
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It was a strange coincidience…it has happen me all time…Thank you and sorry for my english, im just a ordinary guy:)
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My english is awfull don’t worry. Keep up the good work !
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Thanks, you too!
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