Čtení pro Tebe : ,,A za ruku jsem držel astronautku Petersovou“ Kapitola 14.

And I held astronaut Peters by the hand.

Chapter fourteen.

Did Whitman scare the children in Louisiana as he walked down the open street?

From nowhere. I’m the man hidden in someone’s trap. Pick me up so high that I touch the sky, at least one more time.
Have you ever seen a large cargo ship sail slowly through a bay on a sunny afternoon, and as you searched intently your eyes along its serpentine iron length, searching for the people, sailors, ghosts who must drive this dreamy vessel soaring the soft waters of London Harbor, you did not see nothing but the four sides of the world and a plethora of possibilities, who could it be, a mysterious pilot, smiling under his beard, which he doesn’t even have?

At dawn she stood on the ridge, looking up at the harbor.

  • Do you still love me? ”She asked. -Didn’t you fall in love with some twentieth-century beauty?
    -It suits you, today it really suits you, my dear.-He answered with a shrug.
    He often thought of the Beautiful Lady of the Court. And also on Yvette, who looked so much like her.
  • What’s the fog? „She asked.
    -The wind is blowing in the wind, „replied Mr. Marek.
    It was completely calm.
    -Go away.- said Helene Blehár.-Go from here, it won’t be fun here today.-
    She closed behind her and would definitely start descending the stairs.
    Mr. Marek, all nervous about what he caused, calls for her: -You are the best woman I could get in this town and I am terribly sorry for what I did to you -.-

And this is my room, gray without you on Sunday morning.
Edward Bengt had a proven detective method.
He settled comfortably on the sofa and closed his eyes.
His thoughts were often far away now, he didn’t even notice when the girls talked to him before going to bed, and he laughed at them and teased him if he wasn’t in love.
He opened his eyes and yanked at them.
-Take care of yourself-
-Ah, that means the lord is in love when he’s so angry!
And they kept giggling.
But Edward Bengt was not in love, he was obsessed, obsessed, obsessed …obsessed with you, with a desire to catch David Hamilton alias Pound David.
That was all. But he couldn’t know that I was still moving around London and he had no idea what I was up to.
And if he knew, he wouldn’t be laughing.

Did Whitman scare the children in Louisiana as he walked down the street?

End of chapter fourteen.


Karta Crowleyho Tarotu je ….

Crowley - petka poharu

Čtení pro Tebe ,,A za ruku jsem držel astronautku Petersovou “ Kapitola osmnáctá audio…

…za větrného dne větrná kapitola vítr za okny i vítr zde !

Kapitola osmnáctá ,,Pilný vítr.“ Čteno Pro Tebe za větru
And I held astronaut Peters by the hand.

Lubomír Tomik

Chapter Eighteen

Diligent wind.

The diligent wind began to speak the cosmic language, it had a soft, quite pleasant accent. However, he spoke too much book.
Apparently he went through hypnotic courses.
-Good, so glad. Heaven as smooth as velvet, let's put all the Irish mists down and drink!
Suddenly it rumbles all over the house. The busiest neighbors are already protruding from their apartments, but all they see is the elevator door cracking.
The elevator hums and starts.
It was small and annoying. Drops swirled dust on the exit bridge from the elevator exit, and the nearby forest and hills were shrouded in rain.
The surf penetrated the sky like a shining star.
-Nothing like this has happened yet. Never.-
So back again tomorrow. Up.
-Why right now? -the passenger from Earth asked.
The huge hall is full of stylized life.
In various, but always organized rhythms, computer machines are tinkling in unison. People who go with cards or simply pass them on move in exactly that rhythm.
As if what was hidden behind the partitions was not full of living beings, but of components that fit together perfectly and move with perfect precision. Can you study the movement of shoppers in shopping malls? Do they behave predictably?

The diligent wind began to speak the cosmic language again.
-We are sending an extraordinary message, Citizens, we are sending an extraordinary message ….-


End of chapter eighteen.

XXXXX Karta Crowleyho Tarotu na publikaci mého hlasu Tobě je -
Crowley - devitka disku

Poet Video ,, Faraonův pitevní stůl „

Faraonův pitevní stůl.

Lubomír Tomik

nikdo ho neprostřel,


tělo na něm teplé

roztékalo se
mrkev uhlí,

kdo zabil všechny sněhuláky ?

kdo je vyhnal
z faraonových zahrad,

do zapomnění?
do svištění větru přinášejícího oblevu ?


Pharaoh's autopsy table.

Lubomír Tomik

nobody shot him

did not clean up,
did not prepare

body on it warm

it was flowing
carrots coal

who killed all the snowmen?

who drove them out
from the pharaoh's gardens,

into oblivion?
to the whistling of the wind bringing the gloom?

Karta na publikaci Poet Videa je ...jsou...Dva Meče  ,,Mír"


Crowley - dvojka mecu

cold fry breakfast

Thanks for cooperation across the ocean, Lauren!

The Lexicon

these past few days
   have been a threat
    to my existence, they’ve
    been a threat
      every which way it stands

you don’t know it but

          [I nearly lost you]

     & I don’t have money for the hospital
      I don’t have the money
                 to see a [grease] doctor

 Fuck it, a little plastic magic
             never razed anyone
    it’s 6 am on a holy Sunday
    & these fries are fantastic


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Je mi ctí s Tebou přes vrcholky Alp spolupracovat, Natalie!

Pensieri Parole e Poesie

      In August
      At the beach
      I see you walking
      white like mozzarella
      that you set out for the catwalk.
      The sun gives up
      giving way to the moon
      for the tan.
      You're as white as milk.
      And move a little bit
      to the point of taking color
      since from a distance it looks like a street lamp.
      I've seen a lot of fair skins
      never like you..
      you look like a whitener!

      Natalia Castelluccio

        ⬇️ CANALE YOU TUBE ⬇️

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        Osud. OstE. Fate.

        Fotografie od Quang Nguyen Vinh na Pexels.com
        Osud .
        Lubomír Tomik
        osud je
        suché prásknutí výboje
                    elektrického úhoře
        a na hladinou se třepotá tisíce motýlů,
        v letu,
        v extázi,
        elektřinou nebo proudem orgasmů ?
        Lubomír Tomik
        fate is
        dry burst
        of electric eel,
        and thousands of butterflies flutter on the surface,
        in flight,
        in ecstasy,
        of elektricity or a stream of orgasms?
        Crowley - 3 - cisarovna

        The phantom of the opera … and so on.

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        Fantom opery ...a tak.
        Lubomír Tomik
        prozpěvuješ si v pařížských kanálech,
        odrážíš se bidlem velkým jako mrakodrap v nesnázích,
        v nesnázích jsme,
        však víš ,
        fantom opery a tak....
        The phantom of the opera ... and so on.
        Lubomír Tomik
        you sing in the canals of Paris,
        you bounce with a perch as big as a skyscraper in trouble,
        we are in trouble
        we are
        But you know ,
        phantom of the opera and so on ....
        Crowley - 7 - valecny vuz
        ,, Změna je úspěšná tehdy, když přirozeně vznikne stav „do hloubky zakořeněného stromu u proudící řeky“. Tato orientální metafora říká, že v období probíhající změny je nutné střídat ve stejném poměru klid (do hloubky zakořeněný strom) s aktivitou (proudící řeka). Karta zobrazuje postavu sedící na voze, která je ve stavu rozjímání a klidu, avšak připravená být znovu aktivní.