Kresba tužkou L.T.

Oriental short stories.

Lubomír Tomik

a boxer with a broken face strained through his lips blood and growled - My fists are my bread! -

the karateka looked into the distance in front of him and whispered - My zanshin is my bread! -

the musician pricked up his ears and said -
My notes is my bread! -

I thought -
My bread is a words, I bake my own, it is homemade and smells of thee,
when the signal sounds, I add the spice of memories and

-Píííííííííííííííííp-
I'm adding him right now, You're amazing, You're an endless oriental story!
Without end.
Without end.


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