On the assembly line.

Read and recorded For You in Studio Shaark…once… Because that’s what I need . Install such a new heart, from the moment I met You.
Na montážní lince. /2016/

On the assembly line.


Lubomír Tomik


A guy was standing on the assembly line,


the body arrived three times an hour , 

hung 

on 

hooks,

stuck

 in

 the

 collarbones.


Stopped in front of him,

He was doing something there,
hands thrown in the chest,

 seemed to be no problem
to mount a brand new heart.

No problem at all.
She is real girl…beatifull… drawn here…by me with a pencil.

Sněží

Je 19.března a venku, v nemocnici UH sněží…pohled z mého okna

PS.. uběhne pár minut…. Právě jsem si uvědomil tu ,,drobnou náhodu „… za tmy zveřejním báseň o sněhu…a o něco později opravdu sněží….a tedy píši sem, že bych rád něco..co už opravdu desítky měsíců nemám… napíši to tady na kus papíru tužkou, teď, vytvářím realitu.

Soft words about the end.

She drawn by me with a pencil.

Soft words about the end. Read and recorded For You in Studio Shaark once.
Soft words about the end.

Lubomír Tomik

You're hovering over an ice field,
silent scars cut into the body of the snow.

I haven't known You in so long,
blood drew soft words in the snow
at the end.


Suddenly You're everywhere ... and the story begins.

From the ,, Dinner at Minski´s“ /2016/