,,I suddenly saw the Queen of Sheba, in a luxurious wrecker“

Crowley - 3 - cisarovna
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Rytmy.

Lubomír Tomik

Do rytmů bubnů afrických kouzelníků
duní města pod satelitními oblaky,

tajná domina padají k zemi a rozpoutají vřavu,
v sakristiích loudají se věrní,

rytmy
před spaním
rytmy
sny neznámé
rytmy
po probuzení
rytmy 
sny zapomenuté

jediné slovo zničí hranice,
                 rorzthá ramena galaxií 

ohlédneš se a zkameníš,
paní Lotová ,

jsme totiž v zóně soumraku.


Když jsem se na Tebe podíval,
náhle jsem viděl Královnu ze Sáby,
v přepychovém bouráku 
řítící se napříč neosvětlenou Amerikou,

mňoukala jsi a pak zazvonila,

vůbec nikdo tam nebyl,
když jsem šel otevřít.

Rhythms.

Lubomír Tomik

To the rhythms of African magicians' drums
the roar of the city under satellite clouds,

secret dominatrixes fall to the ground and unleash turmoil,
in the sacristies the faithful are lazy,

rhythms
before sleep
rhythms
dreams unknown
rhythms
after waking up
rhythms
dreams forgotten

a single word destroys borders,
                  spreads the arms of galaxies

You look back and stone
Mrs. Lotova,

we are in the twilight zone.


When I looked at You,
I suddenly saw the Queen of Sheba,
in a luxurious wrecker
rushing across unlit America,

You meowed and then rang at my house,

no one was there at all
when I went to open. 

Crowley - 3 - cisarovna

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Pondělní čtení ,,A za ruku jsem držel astronautku Petersovou“ Kapitola 17.

Crowley - 17 - hvezda
Čteno ve Studiu Midian. Napsáno více jak před deseti lety, jakákoli podobnost se jmény postavami povoláními příjmeními je čistě náhodná nebo je to klasická synchronicita.
Lyrics…. proč ne, ,,Lyrics“

Lyrics :

And I held astronaut Peters by the hand.

Chapter seventeen.

Thousands of words.

Again through eyes into the future. They drink impatiently right into the heart.
He just wanted to look back, cold and hurrying, his distant legs carrying him-living, living! past duties.
And again thousands of words, tearing his mother’s entrails, clasped hands are already a thing of the past, looking around almost constantly, hearing impatiently and from distant things, worlds and letters, he is driven again by his mother’s legs and hands are already a thing of the past and hurry and hurry….
It’s slippery! Listen to your hearts and faces hidden in the summer storm, in the morning we made love, and then walked along the sandy beaches of the river naked, the air saturated almost at the edge of the explosion.
Impulses.
And again, words like cells gliding through the invisible stream of air around us, it’s the same situation, I’m standing at the kitchen counter, rubbing the crab spread and thinking of all the sea monsters and shells I’ve fished, the beaches, your breasts, the hellish the sun on the lack of air, on the waves of Italy.
Screams and Dreams Screams and Dreams Screams and Dreams I am creating a world NOW!


He has only recently begun to roll up his collar. He became suspicious, afraid that someone would recognize him, he wanted to head to the South, riding in chairs in the worlds.
He takes off his hat.
He watches the desolate square in front of him.
-Show yourself. –
A vengeful tone can be heard in his voice.
But because he was a modest and just man, as the English do not forget to emphasize: – We will leave the fly at the same point on the earth’s surface, but we will transfer it an hour back. Will he stay in the same car? Never. Because an hour ago, our car was somewhere else entirely. The fly would hang in the air above the tracks. However, assuming several other dimensions….
I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled the trigger. Einstein’s brain flew away like a kite. To the wall. He fluttered and flew. Silence.
What is the saddest? I asked myself and suddenly I found that some of the characters in the previous text were disappearing before my eyes. There is a sentence for them! Do you see them ?


She cries so much. She cries so much.
And why?
Because we are wandering the darkness of the slave night.
And yet I saw into the future.
After all, I was alive.
I was smiling.

Broken.
And you do not smile?

End of chapter seventeen.

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Crowley - 17 - hvezda
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Fantazie je…. Eso Mečů !

Skica Milana Horáka, kancelářský papír, žlutý sprej, stříbrný sprej, propisovačka.

Zaschnuto odvčera.

Může to být cokoli….fantazie je….. JE.

Stříbrná postava ve výskoku, ruce nad hlavou nad zběsilými límečky na poušti, nebo za okny.

Crowley - eso mecu
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,,stav mysli, která nezná pochyb

Wonderful.

Crowley - 1 - mag
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Báječní.

Lubomír Tomik

báječní v bílých mracích,
osamělí

slepí v našich vlastních zracích,
uvěznění

máme nohy z kamene,
míjíme se

jako barvy,
vyhaslého plamene


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Crowley - 1 - mag
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Wonderful.

Lubomír Tomik

wonderful in white clouds,
lonely

blind in our matures,
imprisonment

we have legs made of stone,
we pass

like colors,
extinguished flame

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Crowley - 1 - mag

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Karta na publikaci slov v brzkém ránu je ,, Mág“.