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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Midian Poet 