Desolate Fugazzi.

Lubomír Tomik

,,Jeden sendvič a sklenici mléka."
řekl William

popotáhl si kravatu
,,Vy se tady topíte v tichu ? Myslel jsem si to ."

chlápek za pultem přikývl
ukvapenou utěrkou utřel ústa jako by to byly struny smyčce

zůstali jsme uvězněni v nejbáječnějším jukeboxu
podél vlčích hor

co je sen ?
teď ?


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Desolate Fugazzi.

Lubomír Tomik

"One sandwich and a glass of milk."
William said

 sniffed his tie
"Are you drowning in silence here? I thought so ."

the guy behind the counter nodded,
 hastily wiped his mouth with a towel as if it were the strings of a violine

we were trapped in the most fabulous jukebox
along the wolf mountains

what is a dream?
now?

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