A place full of golden dust.
Lubomír Tomik
the golden dust of the sky pours on us from the marble urns
stern look
promise of dawn
when are you different
in all the reflections of the golden grains in the light
we write our names in them with our index fingers
gold dust from the urns of the gods
we lay on the border next to them
and you
you are the most beautiful,
in a yellow Modigliani jacket
we become part of the fire.
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jednu šanci jsem spálil….co takhle ještě jednu…. třeba…
Slyšíš?
Jsi?
Karta Crowleyho Tarotu ……je…z nemocničního lůžka…
,,Vůz“
https://probud.se/tarot1/crowleyho-tarot/velka-arkana/979-crowleyho-tarot-07-valeny-vz
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You lean on your shadow.
Lubomir Tomik
dancing on the city streets,
in the alleys,
on the sidewalks
you lean on your shadow
hugs you in silhouettes
hugging
in silhouettes
silk leather show,
on which he always likes to visit
and sits in the front row,
happy,
that he may be with you
with the shadow of your shadow
Ani vteřina nazmar….!!!
…. napsáno…a teď zkusíme přečíst…pod léky, po zákroku…proč ne? A nahrát, na rekordér v telefonu.
Využít každou vteřinu!
Midian Poet 