Poet Video ,,Crowleyho osobní kocourek“

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Natočeno ve Studiu Shaark ve Bzenci na jaře 2O21. www.shaark.cz
Národní muzeum. 

Ze sbírky ,,Večeře u Minského . /2016/ 



lyrics:

Crowley's personal cat.

Lubomír Tomik

 how many ice floes in the shape of protozoa,
 swaying on the freezing stream of the river,       probably february,
 dripping condensed breath,

 how much blood flows in the veins,
 how many generations of the unborn pass through the vas deferens.

 On the side of the road,
 protruding intestin,
 eyes full of tears ,
 cat fur coat embedded in asphalt road.

 Crowley's personal,
 rusty cat.

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Karta Crowleyho Tarotu na publikaci jeho osobního kocourka rezavého je.....
znovu, dnes podruhé.... ,,Velekněz."
https://probud.se/tarot1/crowleyho-tarot/velka-arkana/964-crowleyho-tarot-05-veleknz

Čtení v nedělním jarním mrazu… A za ruku jsem držel astronautku Petersovou . ,,Kapitola padesátá čtvrtá -Mistři rizika-dokončení!“

Kapitola 54 , čteno ve Studiu Midian. Příběh. Při nahrávání v pozadí puštěna nahrávka ze Zvukového Archivu BBC , konkrétně -Atmospheres: Evening – Sea Cliffs & Rocky Shores, heavy seas with eiders, artic terns, fulmers, skylark & wren. (Recorded on a late spring evening.) Použitelné pro neziskové projekty.
Fotografie od Skitterphoto na Pexels.com

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And I held astronaut Peters by the hand.

Lubomír Tomik

Chapter Fifty-Four

Masters of Risk - Completion.

Sometimes it seemed to him that everything bad ended in the bad times that were over. But if something happens that excites us and separates us from the irretrievable past, then life will once again shine with dizzying colors like the carnival that has died down on the verge of maturity.


-But I don't want to lie. Yes. Life with me dragged me around Alaska.-
-What were you doing there? -
-Trust me, I did what I wanted.-
-You would think you were in the Klondike at a time when there was a gold rush .-
Tata Iwi answered willingly.-Klondike… I don't think it's worth a word. It was much easier to get a box of gold than to get rich without dripping. We didn't take the rifle out of our hands for a moment. When someone knocked on the door of our hut after sunset, I first started firing and only then I asked who was there. It wasn't a gold rush… rather bloody. You can't imagine how raw a cultural person can be when he is intoxicated by the desire for mammon.
-Sorry, I don't like it, darling. ”Suzanne said, twisting his nose with a towel.

-I didn't think about what I was doing.- William was silent.
The old, familiar, sweet smell I could feel as I approached her shadow in the house.
-Why are we here? -I was suddenly thinking. -Plop !!!! - suddenly the air around us filled up.
- Moreover, the move, "said the Captain. -I have a pile of records and a pretty big turntable. But we could take a taxi.-
-I can arrange it. I'll get a car- said Tata Iwi.
-Well that's wonderful. Friends -? -
-Yes! -they all said at once.

The captain smiled.
A hand emerged from the darkness and tugged Tata Iwi's ear.
- Hey, Grandma!-You should have a machete with you, you run around the rainforest just barefoot, what if a snake appeared…? - "Captain cried in an unexpectedly stern voice."
There was no word of his own. The wind suddenly grew stronger and stronger.
Grandma's milkman screamed and screamed and screamed and Tata Iwi whimpered in pain and the Captain laughed. William didn't expect anything and knocked Grandma's milkman down once.


She lay in a pool of blood, barefoot, and growled: - My goat… my granddaughter..save his parachutist? William… Willia… - and she exhaled for the last time.
-We going home! ”A wide Belfast accent shouted.
William shoved the revolver into its holster.

A man came forward.
-It was like this, Commissioner. I could not come to the repair earlier, because the boss… simply the material has not yet arrived.-
-Talk to the point! -
-I couldn't tell the lady left. When someone orders a craftsman, they should at least leave a message with a neighbor.-
And quite up above the jungle are figures in overalls. They rise higher and higher to the sky and stretch thin wires over the jungle.

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Karta Crowleyho tarotu na publikaci slov je.....

https://probud.se/tarot1/crowleyho-tarot/velka-arkana/996-crowleyho-tarot-16-v

,,A za ruku jsem držel astronautku Petersovou. Kapitola 46, část druhá. Bez omluv.

Napsáno před více jak deseti lety, jakákoli podobnost s kýmkoli je náhodná, stejně tak s místy , činy, slovy, anebo je to synchronicita. NEBUDU se nikomu omlouvat nebo cenzurovat své psaní, za to , co vzniklo před více jak deseti lety , střihovou metodou. Vlastně…. čím dál tím více a v kratších časových intervalech se mi stává, cokoli napíši, ač je to jakkoli nepravděpodobné, o den, týden, měsíc rok tři roky deset let věci jména místa ožijí.

Za to se přece nemusím a nebudu nikomu omlouvat, nebo se jakkoli cenzurovat,…PROČ ?

Jestli si nebudu stát za tím co jsem udělal, jsem jen pozér.

Už se nebudu omlouvat, ani lhářům do očí, ani nikomu jinému.

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Zítra taky můžeme být mrtví.

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Fotografie od Pixabay na Pexels.com
And I held astronaut Peters by the hand.
Lubomír Tomik
Chapter Forty-Six.
 Part two.

A man hung on his half-overturned telegraph pole, his hands twisted behind his back.
The state psychiatric building was located on the outskirts of Bellefleur. She was beautiful, all white, surrounded by a well-groomed lawn, awe-inspiring. It gave the impression of a first-class institution.
The head of the institute, Dr. William Klein, also looked first class. Smart face and pleasant behavior. But there was something Mephistopheles in his expression.
-I read your report on the evidence at your disposal. Time shifts, grotesque corpses and everything else. One man even sells military binoculars here. It's a submarine trophy. Right binoculars. But! The teapot is whistling! ”He rolled his eyes.
-Heavy night trains, quiet closed, curtains drawn. Would that be possible at all?
He fell silent and wrapped two aspirins in white paper.
It was a powerful body part.

Not even the sparrow chirped. Perhaps everyone drowned somewhere in the troughs that night, such a sparrow doesn't need much and it is lucky for him that it doesn't take too long with him. He'll get enough of it before he takes some of the horse droppings.
One sometimes has to dive, sink to the bottom like a sea sponge hunter. Memories are there, whole bushes, whole colonies, some prickly like sea urchins, some tender, like sea cucumbers.
-So the past remains?
-Not yet, he's in a pressure chamber. ”Klein replied. He turned his head like a praying mantis.
-There will always be violence as long as there are people who use it. Remember that. Remember it very well. -
At that moment, the first flare flew out. It flashed in height, crackled at the top, and scattered into a red grape. Behind her second, third.
Dr. Klein took off his jacket, and in a moment he was ringing on the fourteenth floor of police officer Otakar Vlcek. Round curves, calm and experience.

Otakar Vlček never worked for money, only for food or clothes. He went to the Thames for water when they gave him lunch, and in a few hemp shoes he helped out in a small country homestead.
When he drank, he usually had had enough after his third glass and then spoke foreign languages ​​that he didn't really know, but that he could instinctively imitate.
-I louching for som ram! Or also - Si vu plé, kes ke sé, le mesié, kom si liguére! -
The door suddenly opened.
Otakar Vlček stood like a wax figure from the panorama, a bit like a failed painting of an emperor without a goatee.
-Thousands of thunder! Or a three-torch flashlight! One gentleman, in the winter, in the mountains, when he had a flashlight, but she was a master! Big as a cannon! -
-The eyelids are inflamed, Klein thought.
They met again, beardless lab technicians, without a trace of their own past.
The fire, meanwhile, intensified.
- Do you want your wife to be okay?
-Sir! When you heal my wife, I will give you five pigs!
Klein looks at Wolf. -Five pigs! Such wealth! - But he means it ironically.

-Otakar Vlcek ! Find and kill William Seward Burroughs, a man from nowhere who has forgotten his mission and your wife will be healed! But before you send him to the afterlife, you'll find out what he was looking for at Tata Iwi. That little bakelite box is a German tape recorder, which I connected to your body with your permission, it takes energy from you. Recording is continuous, it records everything until you complete your task.-
-I wonder if you could shoot how the turtle eats. -Vlček thought.
He said it didn't fumble.

Klein's eyes were suddenly like the head of a crook.
-The patient does not move! The patient does not move! I can't see his face. It will probably be a woman! Sported Klein suddenly himself.
The wolf froze. He wanted to howl and whimper.

-The commanders are a few, a dozen, a hundred. But there are millions of us who suffer saber blows and bow our heads. I say there is something that can be done. I know something can be done, "said Wolf.
Klein just walked away and plucked a peppercorn flower in his fingers.
Otakar Vlček closed the door of the apartment on the fourteenth floor behind him.
He walked through the room, opened the closet, and pulled out a pistol. He turned on the turntable and sat down in his chair.

It was a Christmas song Jingle Bells, and it was sung by a dog barking rhythmically to the sounds of music.- Haf Haf Haf, Haf Haf Haf Haf, Haf Haf Haf Haf Haf Haf!WOOOOWWWW! -
But in the end, Otakar Vlček found himself in a motorboat loaded with six men and ten shotguns and three thousand American twelve-caliber bullets. The night was warm and humid. Otakar  actually shot very well and now he wanted to enjoy it.

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Co to je ? ,,Kuňský trus"  ,,Mořští jezdci ?"
Znovu a je to karta ,,Spravedlnost"



...karta Crowleyho Tarotu na publikaci slov pro :

MIRACLE OF MANIFESTATION
IREVUO
ABDULLAHI USMAN YARIMA





Čteno a nahráno ve Studiu Midian, zvuky nemocnice v pozadí z Archivu BBC, pro neziskové účely volně dostupné ,několik drobných jazykových chyb je způsobeno mimo jiné i mou zdrátovanou čelistí , co se dá dělat. Takový už je život. Jsem plný slov citů a železa. 
Sakra, taky jsem to dávno mohl vzdát!

NIKDY ! A teď, když se válčí o jeden stát vedle -Česko.....        Slovensko a Ukrajina -už vůbec NE !
Chci aby mi z konečků prstů cákala krev, jak budu bušit do klávesnice a mít Tě před očima !

Poet Video pro Tebe ,,Špalky“

D.O. a L.T . Pro Tebe. Česká Pošta. Kolo štěstí. Crowleyho tarot.
Lyrics:



Logs.

Lubomír Tomik




irradiated eyes of a pink lace witch,

fake phoenix squirting fantasy,
he comes and goes as he pleases!

heart on the pin of silence,
stretched by time that we do not have and we are running out

you will take blood from the executioner's logs into your palms,
you will anoit me with her


I will shout ,, eyes !"and hear your voice,
I close eyes and see all the burning dummy models from the stone shops flare up,bastards,

maybe Hart Crane had the best idea,
examine up close the boat propeller,

turned around
it rotates,
will rotate
like a gnawed bone of the earth?

Zvuky pochází z archivu BBC, volně ke stažení pro nekomerční účely.
Virtuální klavír L.T.
Razítka -tapeta na zdi České Pošty.

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Karta na publikaci je tedy ,,Kolo Štěstí"

....my můžeme dál svému životu směr....https://probud.se/tarot1/crowleyho-tarot/velka-arkana/982-crowleyho-tarot-10-kolo-tsti
 


Crowley - 10 - kolo stesti

Půlnoční pro Tebe, miláčku. ,,Do not come with flowers in your hands.“

Fotografie od cottonbro na Pexels.com
VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVEVVV
Nepřicházej s květinami v rukou.

Lubomír Tomik

nepřicházej s květinami v rukou,
nepřijížděj v zamřížovaném autě,

palba ticha,
zvuky které se vkrádají vkrádají

neusmívej se s krví v ústech,
nekřič s prázdnou hlavou,

protože tady číhá smrt,
tady je,
číhá smrt

běž do Noci, do té dobré noci,

vzhůru do bolesti,
nevracej se bez srdce naplněného temnotou,
temnou tmou,
krví mou




VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVERONIKAVVVV
Do not come with flowers in your hands.

Lubomír Tomik

don't come with flowers in your hands,
don't come in a barred car,

silence fire,
creeping sounds creeping

don't smile with blood in your mouth,
don't shout with an empty head

because death is waiting here,
here is,
death lurks

go to night, good night

up in pain
do not return without a heart filled with darkness,
dark darkness,
my blood

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/Kareta je želva, to jsem napsal špatně -KARETA-    a  tedy.../ KARTA na publikaci půlnočních slov pro Tebe je ....karta Crowleyho Tarotu samozřejmě,.... ,,Rytíř Disků"
Crowley - rytir disku
https://probud.se/tarot1/crowleyho-tarot/mince/1054-crowleyho-tarot-mala-arkana-ryti-disk

,,…. příležitosti, které vám poskytnou buď lidé narození ve znamení Lva, a nebo o hodně starší muži kteréhokoli znamení.“

ŽIJU TO.

Od začátku jsem teď psal ,,Nepřicházej …“ pro Tebe jako půlnoční, s tím ,že ji publikuji prvních šest minut po půlnoci a šest vteřin zítřka ….budiž.

Fotografie od cottonbro na Pexels.com

Nejlepší….soužení….v Tokiu.

Fotografie od Anna Shvets na Pexels.com

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Nejlepší.

Lubomír Tomik

,,Nejlepší ..." povzdechla si 

on čekal, přemýšlel,
stavěl vzdušné zámky, účastnil se obřadů v lesích

andělské chóry,
milión nápádůůůůůů,
rozzářené oči,

odmlčela se a řekla :

-,,Nejlepší by bylo, dát si na ránu peroxid,
 srdce je jenom sval.
Jen další nepotřebný sval, zajišťuje rozvod krve,
normální pumpa,
jen vyschneš!"-


Jeden náboj stačil,

když se válel na ulici v tratolišti krve,

už dávno se mu zdá jiný sen.


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The best.

Lubomír Tomik

"The best ..." she sighed

he waited, wondering,
 built air locks,  took part in ceremonies in the forests

angelic choirs,
million ideas
glowing eyes,

she paused and said:

-"It would be best to put peroxide on your wound,
 the heart is just a muscle. 
Just another unnecessary muscle, it ensures blood distribution,
normal pump,
you just dry up! "-


One charge was enough,

as he rolled down the street in a pool of blood,

he has had a different dream for a long time.

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Karta Crowleyho Tarotu je...
Crowley - petka disku
,,Soužení“…asi poprvé za více jak rok a je přesná, jak jinak. Některé karty jsem ani neviděl.

,,Nebo se pokusíte opustit staré vzorce chování a myšlení…“

Aha.

Fotografie od Satoshi Hirayama na Pexels.com

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V Tokiu.

Lubomír Tomik

V Tokiu,
od rána pršelo.

Všichni samurajové,
měli mokré spodní prádlo,

když jedli v přetopené místnosti byli nazí,

geiši se potutelně chichotaly.


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In Tokyo.

Lubomír Tomik

In Tokyo,
it has been raining since morning.

All samurai,
      had wet underwear,

when they ate in the overheated room they were naked,

the geishas giggled.



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Opustit staré vzorce chování.

Zajímavý experiment I.

Abych přišel na jiné myšlenky, z každé vydané sbírky nechám Crowleyho Tarot aby vybrat jednu báseň, přepíši ji v originále, bez úprav, pár poznámek, udržovat mysl , jinak zešílím.

Navždy Alžběta. / 2013 /

Lubomír Tomik

v oku Půlnoci
jdu ve Tvých stopách,
temných komnatách hradu
kradu se za Tebou nahý stín v chodbách zrcadel

milosrdně mi pokyneš
věčné čekání je u konce


OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Forever Elizabeth. / 2013 /

Lubomír Tomik

in the eye of Midnight,
I follow in your footsteps,
dark chambers of the castle
a naked shadow is stealing behind you in the corridors of the mirrors

you will mercifully motion to me
the eternal wait is over

PS: Elizabeth je … https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elizabeth_B%C3%A1thory celý život do Čachtic jezdím,

máme tam rodinu, teď už je to jiná země , Slovensko, úplně slyším hlas :,, Někdy Ti ukážeme , kde je Alžběta pohřbená, my místní to víme!“

Už se to asi nikdy nedozvím, i když, nikdy neříkej nikdy.

PS: o chvíli později..-A KDO MÁ DNES SVÁTEK v ČESKÉ REPUBLICE …… ALŽBĚTA……..

tornádo synchronicit.

První sbírka má třicet tři stran, přes padesát básní….. vyšlo to na Alžbětu.

POET VIDEO : ,,Když strom krvácí “ pro Tebe.

D.O. v Opavě a Lubomír Tomik ve Starém Městě čtou báseň napsanou pro Tebe ve dvě hodiny dnes ráno.
Je čerstvá.
První verš a název D.O. ,děkuji.
Záběry pořídila D.O. v Opavě, labutě a vycházející slunce nad Rochusem v Uherském Hradišti natočil P.L.
Lyrics :

When a tree bleeds.

D.O. and Lubomír Tomik

when a tree bleeds
when a tree bleeds
when a tree bleeds

there are no
than offer him a bandage and handkerchief,

or You will be in a million years,

gently and slowly,

overwhelmed on the beach,
wool wave  full of amber.

Jen tak, pro smutné pousmání…,,Umyvadlo“

Bez obrázků, bez ničeho, jen slova, najednou byly v sešitu, když jsem dělal něco úplně jiného…Ty.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Wash-basin.

Lubomir Tomik

caught the last train,
walked into the apartment at dusk,

the time has not yet come,
he approached the sink first,

soaped himself
with the back of  hand on the raised lever water flowed

pieces of meat mixed with blood fell off, and he threw them to the dogs,

 dried the tendons of the vein and the bone,
"They will grow up again in the morning"

the Pirate thought.

I thought ,
Pilate.


Smile, my love,
just smile.

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMTYTYTYTYTYTYTYTYTYTYTYTYTYTYVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVR

Umyvadlo.

Lubomir Tomik

chytil poslední vlak,
se soumrakem vkráčel do bytu,

čas ještě nenastal,
nejdříve přistoupil k umyvadlu,

namydlil se,
hřbetem ruky nadzvedl páku,  voda tekla

kousky masa smíchané s krví opadaly, hodil je pak psům,

osušil si šlachy žíly kůstky,
,,Do rána stejně zase dorostou"

pomyslel si Pirát.

Myslel jsem ,
Pilát.


Usměj se, lásko,
usměj.

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Rope ladder. / For You /

Fotografie od Karina Zhukovskaya na Pexels.com

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Provazový žebřík. / Pro Tebe /

Lubomír Tomik

je spuštěný z letadla
je spuštěný v přístavu
je spuštěný napůl žerdi

je spuštěný z letounu, vlaješ ve větru na poslední příčce,
pevně sevřené rty v oblacích,
síťované punčochy

je spuštěný v přístavu,
rozbíjíš při křtu plavidla láhev šampaňského,
ozve se rána a k obloze vzlétnou barevní motýli

je spuštěný napůl žerdi,
kapitán nechal trosečníky připlavat blíže, nalákal je,
až pak nařídil
                                                              spustit palbu 

rudé stuhy, rozvířené
lodním šroubem na všechny strany,

na pláž ostrova dorazí zbytky žraločí polévky snídaně večeře oběda

vrčení motoru,
z výšky máváš na pozdrav,
z výšky se usmíváš,

je to více než dost,
více než dost.
Fotografie od Asad Photo Maldives na Pexels.com

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Rope ladder.

Lubomír Tomik

is launched from an airplane
running in the harbor
running half mast

is launched from the plane, You flutter in the wind on the last rung,
tight lips in the clouds,
fishnet stockings

is launched in port,
You break a bottle of champagne at the christening of a vessel,
a bang will sound and colorful butterflies will take off

is running half mast,
the captain let the castaways float closer, lured them,
until then ordered
                                                                      open fire

red ribbons, swirled
propeller on all sides,

leftovers of shark soup arrive at the island's beach breakfast dinner lunch


engine growl,
from above You wave to salute,
You smile from above


it's more than enough,
more than enough.
Fotografie od Ellie Burgin na Pexels.com

Karta Crowleyho Tarotu na publikaci básně pro Tebe : ,,STAR“ https://probud.se/tarot1/crowleyho-tarot/velka-arkana/997-crowleyho-tarot-17-hvzda WOW: ,,…se můžeme rozvinout jako květy a vyrůst do krásy (motýli).“

Rozpadající se hvězda. / Pro Tebe , na probuzení /

Fotografie od Alex Montes na Pexels.com

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Rozpadající se hvězda.

Lubomír Tomik

rozpadající se hvězdy
jsou střepy noci

plápolající hvězdy
jsou můry na okrajích plynových lamp

pohasínající hvězdy na nic nečekají

vrací každý úder,
hoří na hranicích knotů

rozpadající se hvězdu
neslepí žádné lepidlo

drží pak už pohromadě jen tmelem myšlenek,
slov,
těch nejupřímnějších,
nejkrásnějších

a o střepy noci se můžeš říznout,
hluboko,
až do krve.
Fotografie od SpaceX na Pexels.com
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A crumbling star.

Lubomír Tomik


crumbling stars
                          are shards of the night

flaming stars
                          are moths on the edges of gas lamps

fading stars are not waiting for anything


returns every stroke
burns on the borders of the wicks

crumbling star
                       does not glue any glue

then they hold together only by the mastic of thoughts,
words
the most sincere,
the most beautiful

and You may cut yourself on the shards of the night,
deeply,
up to the blood.
Fotografie od Matheus Bertelli na Pexels.com

The most beautiful virus.

Fotografie od cottonbro na Pexels.com
The most beautiful virus.

Lubomír Tomik

pasted posters everywhere
black with white letters

impoverished fakirs scattered handfuls of nails corroded by blood

pasted white letters everywhere on black posters

stood there:

"Love is the most beautiful virus, I will never get vaccinated!"
Fotografie od Karolina Grabowska na Pexels.com
Nejkrásnější vir.

Lubomír Tomik

vylepil všude plakáty
černé s bílými písmeny

zbídačení fakíři rozhazovali hrsti hřebíků zkorodovaných krví

vylepil všude písmena bílé na černých plakátech

stálo tam :

,,Láska je ten nejkrásnější vir, nikdy se nenechám očkovat!"
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Kolosálně staromódní !

Colossally old-fashioned.

Lubomír Tomik

I'm colossally old-fashioned,
I use incorrect terms,
"fall in love forever"

I'm colossally old-fashioned,
I look at You from the cross along the way,
some laugh,
some roar with rage in the alley of the crucified,

I'm colossally old-fashioned,
 ran to You in the rain,
 the sweet smell of blood in the streams flowing from the crosses in the alley,

to hell with pessimism,
I can not be without YOU!
Kolosálně staromódní.

Lubomír Tomik

jsem kolosálně staromódní,
používám nesprávné termíny,
,,zamilovat se navždy "

jsem kolosálně staromódní,
dívám se na Tebe z kříže podél cesty,
někteří se smějí,
někteří řvou vzteky v aleji ukřižovaných,

jsem kolosálně staromódní,
 schovat před deštěm k Tobě,
nasládlá vůně krve ve stružkách stékající z křížů v aleji ,

k čertu s pesimismem,
nemůžu bez Tebe být !
…sooooo…yes. To You.