uprostřed rozvalin dnů
v jejích krocích bylo vše co hledáš
schody se jí klaněly když si vyšla ven
věděla co chce a co si může dovolit
každý den stoupala do schodů a scházela
z nich dolů
a v jeho krocích a jejích dlaních
byla noc,
v níž se stalo všechno
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amid the ruins of days
in her steps was everything you are looking for
the stairs bowed to her as she stepped outside
she knew what she wanted and what she could afford
every day she went up and down the stairs
down from them
and in his steps and her palms
it was a night,
in which everything happened
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Špionážní družice.
Lubomír Tomik
Sítě
sítě
sítě
přehodí Tě
nitě
hedvábné,
nocí nošené.
....
Spy satellite.
Lubomír Tomik
Networks
networks
networks
they will throw over you
threads
silky
worn at night.
Picture from Promethea- is a comic book series created by Alan Moore, J. H. Williams III and Mick Gray, published by America’s Best Comics/WildStorm.“ Number 12
Postavy.
Lubomír Tomik
nemáme konec,
jen tajuplná hra bez ztichlých hráčů
tápou a motají se skrze další noc
bez ozvěny naplňijící sílu okamžiku
pulsující,
v tiché agónii
skrytí v závojích snů,
deroucí se na povrch v eonech dnů
už je brzy,
když se vrátíme k Tobě domů
.....
Characters.
Lubomír Tomik
we have no end
just a mystery game without silent players
they fumble and toss through another night
without an echo filling the power of the moment
pulsating
in silent agony
hiding in the veils of dreams
surfacing over eons of days
it's early
when we return home to You
......
Deliriózně barokní.
Lubomír Tomik
má fantazie je prérijní ústřice,
nic mne nemůže zlomit,
má fantazie je oheň planoucí na horách,
protože zlomený už jsem byl
má fantazie jsi Ty,
bikiny pocitů napnuté k prasknutí
má fantazie je hrdlo času,
krůpěj Noci,
která cinkla o stěnu skleněného srdce
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Deliriously baroque.
Lubomír Tomik
my fantasy is a prairie oyster
nothing can break me
my imagination is a fire burning on the mountains
because I was already broken
my fantasy is You
a bikini of feelings stretched to bursting
my imagination is the throat of time
sprinkle of Night,
which clinked against the wall of the glass heart
.......
Picture from Promethea- is a comic book series created by Alan Moore, J. H. Williams III and Mick Gray, published by America’s Best Comics/WildStorm.“ Number 12
Napsáno čteno a nahráno TEĎ, najednou. V pozadí hraje část skladby Solstafir ,,Her fall from grace“
Ve Studiu Midian.
Soon.
you will soon wake up to the Night.
we're about to dive into acid
soon will start the end of the tape
soon you hope in the circle
if we care,
our thumbs
they nibble on flocks of latimeria
blue lightning bolts
under water
Picture above from Promethea- is a comic book series created by Alan Moore, J. H. Williams III and Mick Gray, published by America’s Best Comics/WildStorm.“ Number 12
K večeru nás...
Lubomír Tomik
K večeru nás zastřelili.
včerejšek byl jako kulka
tlačící se na kůži
nad kořenem nosu
zavrtávající se projektil voní
nenechali jsme si dát pásku přes oči
abychom mohli v poslední chvíli pohnout hlavou a uvidět fantastické zítřky,
nic není tak jak má být,
svůj život řídíme sami a dokud nebudu s Tebou nic není tak jak má být
můžeme se znovu narodit
jako lvi
jako krokodýli,
možná
k večeru života stejně kat mávne rukou
TEĎ
k večeru .....ale teď je stále ráno,
nejsou žádní kati, žádné projektily, žádné cukání prstů na spoušti
jsme živí teď a každou vteřinu kterou ztratíme,
když nejsme spolu,
jen leštíme polobotky ,
žehlíme obleky,
někomu jinému
třeba zrovna katovi,
ani si toho nevšimneš
-K líci zbraň ! -
Prásk.
Těsně vedle.
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Towards evening ...
Lubomír Tomik
Towards evening they shot us.
yesterday was like a bullet
pressing against the skin
above the bridge of the nose
the penetrating projectile smells
we didn't get blindfolded
so that we can move our heads at the last moment and see fantastic tomorrows,
nothing is as it should be
we run our lives alone and until I'm with you nothing is as it should be
we can be born again
like lions
like crocodiles
maybe
towards the evening of life, the executioner waves his hand anyway
NOW
towards evening.....but now it's still morning
there are no executioners, no projectiles, no trigger finger twitching
we're alive now and every second we waste
when we're not together
we're just polishing shoes,
we iron suits
for someone else
for example to the executioner,
you won't even notice it
- To the cheek a gun! -
A bang.
Near miss.
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Kdyby.
Lubomír Tomik
kdyby neexistovala Noc,
stvořila by ji,
aby v ní řekla :
,,Černá."
,,Jen černá."
slova jako
řezy nádhernou
žiletkou
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If.
Lubomír Tomik
if there was no Night
would you create her
so that you can say in it:
"Black."
"Just black."
words as
cut by
beautiful razor blade
…..Když pro Tebe musím něco napsat a nahrát tak musím TEĎ, v pozadí hraje Vektor, album Black Future…song Oblivion.Nejsem majitelem autorských práv.
Karta Crowleyho Tarotu je….. ,,Zkáza.“ Ta už tady dlouho nebyla. Deset mečů, pojďme na ni a zadupeme ji do země.
Karmínové ticho noci.
Lubomír Tomik
dříve než spadne listí ze stromů,
princip spojených nádob nás svede
dohromady
Bélo Lugosi,
Ona je karmínové ticho noci,
obal není vším,
není
věk opadá jako listy ze stromů,
princip spojených nádob,
jednou to zjistíš sama
v karmínovém tichu noci
pokud chceš,
jsi na tahu
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Crimson silence of the night.
Lubomír Tomik
before the leaves fall from the trees
the principle of connected vessels will lead us astray
together
Bela Lugosi
She is the crimson silence of the night
packaging is not everything,
it isn't
age falls like leaves from trees
principle of connected vessels,
one day you will find out for yourself
in the crimson silence of the night
if you want,
you're on the move
nothing more
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from Promethea- is a comic book series created by Alan Moore, J. H. Williams III and Mick Gray, published by America’s Best Comics/WildStorm.“ Number 12
Za noci času.
Lubomír Tomik
za noci času syn Jitřenky vařil kávu,
drcená mezi kameny ucpávala zubní mezery,
mlýnky ještě neexistovaly,
nad hlavou se kosmické stanice neproháněli
za noci času půvabná kosmonautka
přitiskla rty na pancéřové sklo průhledu a poslala vesmírný vzdušný polibek dolů na Zemi
shořel v atmosféře,
malý nádherný zbývající kousek polibku mi prorazil lebku ,
zasyčel ,
proletěl páteří a
uvedl
krev
do
varu
za noci času syn Jitřenky vařil Kávu,
Lilith sehnala v Ráji mlýnek,
už byla
mletá
mletá
mletá
,,Panebože to je ale rozdíl!-, pomyslel si syn Jitřenky a celý se tou kávou polil,
scházíš mi, víš ?
za noci dne v této hodině minutě vteřině,
není žádný čas,
byly jsou a budou chvíle kdy Tě uvidím,
to JE čas !
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In the night of time.
Lubomír Tomik
in the night of time the son of Morning Star made coffee,
crushed between the stones it clogged the gaps in the teeth,
grinders didn't exist yet,
space stations were not racing overhead
in the night of time, a graceful cosmonaut
she pressed her lips to the armored glass of the vista and sent a cosmic air kiss down to Earth
burned up in the atmosphere
the little beautiful remaining piece of the kiss pierced my skull,
hissed
flew
through
the spine
and
stated
blood
to
boil
in the night of time the son of Morning Star brewed coffee,
Lilith found a mill in Paradise,
she already was
grinds
grinds
grinds
-oh my god, that was a difference, thought the son of Morning Star,
and poured cofee all over his fancy dress,
I miss You, you know?
in the night of the day at this hour minute second,
there is no time
there were and will be times when I see you
it's time!
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Karta Crowleyho Tarotu na slova, při jejichž psaní jsem málem omdlel, nebezpečná kombinace chůze, horka, úřadů a Galerie Jožky Úprky, někdy jsi jediná záchrana...karta je...
A protože je to ,,Mág." nekončíme, příspěvek pokračuje -
……
za noci času
za času dne
za dne,
teď
teď
teď
mletá káva chutnala po všem co nás ještě čeká
jsme použitelní kdykoli
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in the night time
during the day
during the day
now
now
now
the ground coffee tasted like everything that still awaits us
we are available at any time
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Nebýt Tebe a Crowleyho Tarotu, nedopadlo by to.
Nejhorší je ta bezmoc, vstanu a chci lámat skály, udělám krok a padám do propasti.
Tato karta je zasvěcena Býku, a ten je znamením, které je povoláno k tomu, aby spojovalo vnitřní struktury s vnějšími. Z výkladu Karty Crowleyho Tarotu,,Velekněz.“
Autorka fotografie D.O. , Slovensko za noci.
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Noc zurčí.
Lubomír Tomik
noc zurčí ranním chladem,
už teď ztratila punc kouzla
plakáty a výstavní kusy,
všechna odmítaná pozvání všude
noc zurčí úkolem,
zpoza křesel a sukní pohledem
každé ráno vyplujeme z přístavu
a doufáme ,že žádná Mína loď nevybije do posledního člena posádky
nepřiváže kapitána ke kormidelnímu kolu,
v klec zlatou
píchla do minulosti vidličkou,
lahodné sousto vzpomínek,
už jen vzpomínek,
když noc zurčí
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The night roars.
Lubomír Tomik
the night roars with the morning chill,
had already lost her touch of charm
posters and exhibition pieces,
all declined invitations everywhere
the night roars with task
from behind the chairs and skirts with a look
we sail from the port every morning
and we hope that Mina's dont destroyed crew of the ship until the last one
does not tie the captain to the steering wheel,
in a golden cage
jabbed into the past with a fork,
a delicious bite of memories
just a memory
when the night roars
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,,Velekněz." je karta Crowleyho Tarotu na publikaci smutných slov, všichni měli kdysi rádi noc, teď, po tom všem vidím, že to byla jen revoluce, která pozřela své děti.
Fotografie od Vansh Sharma na Pexels.comHudba v pozadí Cradle Of Filth – She mourns a lengthening shadow (instrumental) , nejsem majitelem autorských práv, balíček karet Crowleyho Tarotu tomu chtěl. Vytvořeno, čteno, nahráno, sestříháno ve Studiu Midian. Pro Tebe.
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Defense of Poetry.
Lubomír Tomik
every time the thunder strikes,
every time the sun comes up,
the animal within us grows
we are Vesuvius before the eruption,
every time night falls,
we just take a breath
the form is the shape of Your body,
I live in timelessness when I'm not with You
wake me up with a kiss on the eyelid,
lips burn through the skin
defense of Poetry against everything,
press me into the clay
to the place beyond the sun,
in Continent unexplored
You sentenced me to life...
and...
HOW INCREDIBLE IS EVERY DAY
LIVE THE STORY!
LIVE.
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A poslední ze tří karet Crowleyho Tarotu, které vedly k publikaci těchto slov pro Tebe je...
from Promethea- is a comic book series created by Alan Moore, J. H. Williams III and Mick Gray, published by America’s Best Comics/WildStorm.“ Number 12
Kutálí se.
Lubomír Tomik
kutálí se trny,
kutálí se háji olivovníků
kutálí se nocí pastýřů,
kutálí se tmou,
elegantní
vyrvanou z času,
gotickou
mám před Tebou jedenáct let náskok
a trvalo mi tři roky porozumět
přesvědč noc aby vycházela ráno,
soumrak aby přišel za svítání
Slunce má hřejivé paprsky, může i spalovat,
vypalovat rány,
kde nejsou,
čas je další noc
další den,
i když dávno nebudem.
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She's rolling.
Lubomír Tomik
the thorns roll
through olive groves
rolls with the night of the shepherds,
rolls through the night
elegant
gothic
torn from time
I've been ahead of you for eleven years
and it took me three years to understand
persuade the night to come out in the morning,
dusk to come at dawn
The sun has warm rays, it can burn,
burn wounds
where they are not
time is another night,
next day,
even if we be there,
won't for a long time
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Mág.Mág.Mág.Mág.Mág.Mág.
from Promethea- is a comic book series created by Alan Moore, J. H. Williams III and Mick Gray, published by America’s Best Comics/WildStorm.“ Number 12.
Studio Midian. Mé oči, freska z Paláce Dáreia I. v Súsách.
Melodie L.T. , basová kytara.
Lyrics:
The arsenals of the night.
Lubomír Tomik
You're every cracked vein in my eyes
You're a boiler of blood blazing
You are dawn
You are a day
You are an arsenal of the night
You're a bullet folding from shadows extending with amazing accuracy
I became the target without wanting
Vein river stems in the mountains
tensioning
tensioning
tensioning
to rupture.
....Karta Crowleyho Tarotu na publikaci je znovu ,,liveD" a vůbec to není podivné....jak řekl Alan Moore, 'The one place gods inarguably exist is in the human mind' Ďáblové také.
Krajina jemnosti.
Lubomír Tomik
jen
takhle
:
jemně
divoce
mazlivě
krotce
drsně
zlehka
hedvábně
jako déšť
tiše nekonečně
roztomile
se dotknout,
nechat svět zmizet,
v krajině jemnosti
jezdci na vyslovených zaklínadlech,
kde snad měsíc mizí ve vlnách
kde se vynoříme a jdeme
do skřípání rotorů helikoptér noci
bez Tebe
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The land of subtlety.
Lubomír Tomik
just like this:
softly
wildly
cuddly
tame
harshly
gently
silky
like rain
quietly infinitely cute
to touch
make the world disappear
in the land of subtlety
riders on pronounced spells,
where perhaps the moon disappears in waves
where we emerge and go
to the creaking of helicopter rotors at night,
without You
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Doporučený, nerušený poslech- , dívat se na fotografii, spustit audio z TEĎ s Tebou ve Studiu Midian
a zavřít oči.
Vyčkat až zvony přestanou znít.
Odvážíš se ?
To the cathedral .Church Bells: Czechoslovakia – Brno Cathedral bells ringing. (Bells c. 17th century.)
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Ke katedrále.
Lubomír Tomik
koušeme
koušeme spolu
koušeme do mrtvoly města smutku
koušeme do ztvrdlé koblihy
každý z jedné strany
tato klec je pro mne ničím,
grandiózní přemety na hrazdě smrti
víření virblu bez záchranné sítě,
tajemná
polévka míchaná nezmapovaným územím pouličních lamp,
v mlze kličkuješ,
objevíš se znenadání,
vpal do mne celé zásobníky pohledů Tvých očí,
chci sejít schody,
chci zdolat velehory,
přistát na Marsu,
vkráčet do Noci v Katedrálách
včera někdo navrtal břízu ,
plakala do láhve a pak jsme pili její slzy,
chutnaly sladce,
jako prameny
pod katedrálami!
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To the cathedral.
Lubomír Tomik
we bite
we bite together
we bite into the corpse of the city of sorrow
we bite into a withered donut
each on one side
this cage is nothing to me
grandiose somersaults on the trapeze of death
vortex swirl without safety net,
secret
soup mixed with uncharted territory of street lamps,
you zigzag in the fog,
appear suddenly
shot to me all magazines of Your eyes
I want to go down the stairs,
I want to conquer the mountains,
land on Mars,
stepping into the Night in the Cathedrals
someone drilled a birch yesterday,
she cried into the bottle and then we drank her tears,
they tasted sweet,
like springs under cathedrals!
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Vyloženě kouzlo pro Tebe, včera jsem opravdu pil z břízy, skoro litr mízy,
chutnala sladce a . Jako Ty.
Karta na publikaci nečekaných slov o katedrálách a břízách je.... karta Crowleyho Tarotu-
,,Mág."
Chapter fifty ONE.Fotografie od Pixabay na Pexels.com
And I held astronaut Peters by the hand.
Lubomír Tomik
Chapter Fifty-One.
- Devil, he said.
The captain frowned at the long tables. There was everything: whiskey, rum, alcohol, disgusting Japanese sake and also white vodka from Smirnov's plant.
At that moment, the bells rang. It was a kneeling, but Carmen Rosa winced in fright because she didn't realize how time was flying, nor did she notice that dusk was coming.
A silhouette of Don Carmelite appeared in the open door that connected the shop to the hallway.
-Andel of the Lord preached Mary, 'she said.
And Carmen Rosa answered, just like every night- And she started from the Holy Spirit.-
-Let's have a drink- she suggested then.- I want to drown this mood.-
Half an hour later, in the shady corner of the small bar, she raised her glass with renewed courage.
-For the two of us. As long as we want each other, everything is fine. What they can do to us. It's not just Algeria. It's still about gaining time. At worst, we'll go together wherever you want. After the lesson I got here, I'm not afraid of anything anymore. I just need to know you want me.-
She held a boiled artichoke in her hand, half peeled. I no longer had ears for her eternal longing. She spoke somewhat pathetically and with hand gestures, usual for a pretty woman. The door was ajar, and yet, in a matter of suffocation, she cried out one last time and venomously -Peach!
Everything fit over Kamchatka, led by hope.
-I kept a photo album -I told Carmen Rose. -If you're interested, I'll show you everything. But I warn you, some pictures are quite dramatic.-
-Ship slaughterhouse.-The captain grinned.-A beautiful cemetery of dead ships. They really do exist. I often felt something like a grip on my heart when I discovered a broken, perhaps half-sunken wreck, infested with rust and clams.
- Devils!
A man's voice from down the street shouted the word so loud it penetrated the closed window.
- Do you have hay in your head?
Urgent and thirsty Tony Roberts insisted. And he applauded like he was at a bar somewhere in Dallas or Houston.
-Three times brandy, you little ones, but move the background, you have a lot of workload! - came from the clouds of thickening smoke.
The waitress dropped the dirty towel and, without further ado, poured some clear liqueur from the bottle into two suspicious glasses. She refilled the glass with water. The liquid immediately became milky and smelled of anise. She pushed the glasses in front of us.
-At least that's luck. -I thought. - Thank God I'm not a booze slave. - I felt sorry for the Captain. Sad case.
Under the bright light of fluorescent lights.
The two serving Indians ran eagerly here and there with enamel trays in their hands. Tiburcio and the fat Cuban tried just as hard.
- A spaghetti woman?
-No spaghetti, no macaroni, no ravioli, no meat, and -o -n- l -y vegetable for indians. -Six indians! —And spread five fingers, then left only his thumb up and fencing with him, still commanding the herd around him in the same jovial tone.
There was music, unknown and not soothing. Bows, drums, flutes. She ran from the turntable behind a man in a merchant navy uniform dancing on the carpet, dignified, serious, lonely. He had olive skin and a black mustache, twisted at the end like a pirate in a pantomime. A glass of beer hovered in the Captain's hand, swaying rhythmically to the music. Lili came out of the kitchen, a tray of other beer and a bottle of Vat 69 in her hand.
A wet, stuffy early evening, pregnant with French gasoline, anesthetized him just like a pernod.
-Half a pound of coffee beans, Dear Lili. -the child's voice screamed, and Carmen Rosa recognized the voice of Niacor, the minister who said at the funerals: -Amen.-
The film of our shipwreck still didn't end there.
The captain got up and headed for the door. He pursed his lips so hard that his mouth looked like a line. He caught an atomically minimal echo of hectic spherical whistling as a line of fire flashed through the black sky.
He remembered sitting in a guard basket during the dead afternoon, looking up at the long-vanished bomber squadrons that were scattering death somewhere over China.
Then a wet night engulfed him. And he disappeared again into the silent valleys.
There was a heartbreaking scream of the locomotive from the station, which set off from the taiga express direction to London.
It seemed like a good omen and filled him with joy.
End of Chapter 51.
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Čteno a nahráno ve Studiu Midian , v pozadí zvuky noci v roce 1981 z Archivu BBC, volně dostupné pro neziskové účely, konkrétně - Night Atmosphere - With frogs and doves NB: Exact date of recording in 1981 unknown
Karta na publikaci čtení v je....
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.
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.
End of chapter forty-six.
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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 !
Šero.
Lubomír Tomik
pohodíš hlavou někam k Západu,
pohádková ,
zvláštní
ráno a šero,
jaká jsi za soumraku,
když se vkrádám do Tvých snů
a přístavů ?
utrhni květ,
z mých žil
z mých žil
aby jsi viděla,
že jsem žil
někdo z mých žil
utrhl květ
a
vše vypil,
nachový úsměv
zbylo dosti,
nejen zlámané kosti,
abych mohl pěstmi otevřít šero.
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Dusk.
Lubomír Tomik
you throw your head somewhere to the West,
fairytale,
strange
morning and twilight,
how are you at dusk
when I creep into your dreams
and ports?
pluck a flower
of my veins
of my veins
so you can see
that I lived
someone
plucked a flower from my veins
and
drank,
purple smile
enough left
not just broken bones,
so I can open the gloom with my fists.
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Zámek.
Lubomír Tomik
I.
Slyšíš ?
když Noc se Úplňku klaní,
bledá vlastním strachem ze svítání,
Slyšíš?
to táhlé a hladové je vlčí vytí,
dám Ti k nohám lesní kvítí,
kvítí
kvítí,
čtyřnohé pastorále,
čenichy u země větří,
stopa je čerstvá.
VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV
Castle.
Lubomír Tomik
I.
Do you hear
when Night bows to the Full Moon,
pale with her own fear of dawn,
Do you hear
the long and hungry is the wolf's howl,
I will give you forest flowers at your feet,
flowers
flowers
four-legged pastorals,
muzzle winds at the ground,
the footprint is fresh.
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Beru karty tak jak jsou v balíčku po posledním míchání...a zatím je příběh takový-
Královna Holí se Soužila, Smrt musela být, jinak by jsi na lvu Chtíče nejela a karta Crowleyho Tarotu na Šestý Večer s Tebou je ,, ŠEST DISků", Miluji Tě.
Z pavučin Noci.
Lubomír Tomik
z pavučin Noci,
utkaný,
závoj
zapomnění
vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv
From the cobwebs of Night.
Lubomír Tomik
from the cobwebs of Night,
woven
veil
oblivion.
Kříšťálový úsměv.
Lubomír Tomik
křišťálový úsměv nebe vyčaroval Tvé pousmání
píseň našeho chleba,
den a noc,
dobro a zlo,
naše každodenní pokrmy
křišťálový úsměv Tebe a
země elektrických nočních můr
co na to sejde,
když tam někde v dálce JSI,
pečeme další chleby,
připravujeme další jídla
cizí obrazovky září do Noci,
my prožíváme vlastní příběh,
píšeme si ho sami a jmenuje se :
,,Křišťálový úsměv"
V hlavní roli - TY
VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV
Crystal smile.
Lubomír Tomik
the crystal smile of the sky conjured Your little shiny smiles,
the song of our bread,
day and night,
good and evil,
our daily meals
crystal smile you and
land of electric nightmares,
what comes together
when somewhere in the distance YOU are
we bake more breads,
we are preparing other meals
alien screens glow into the night,
we live our own story,
we write it ourselves and it is called:
"Crystal Smile"
In the lead role - YOU
VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVv
Karta Crowleyho Tarotu na publikaci nedělních slov pro Tebe, venku mrzne, přikryj mne sametem, karta je ....
,,Slovo chtíč, touha má v angličtině podobu lust a má stejný základ slova jako slovo lustre, které znamená lesk, třpyt, světlo. Nemůžeme „zevnitř vyzařovat", pokud neovládáme svou vnitřní energii, svou osobní sílu. Lidé, kteří ji umí projevit, jako by skutečně září. Síla a světlo jsou dvě kvality, které se často nedají oddělit. V jiných karetních souborech se tento symbol nazývá Síla neboli krása, jež zkrotila zvíře. V egyptském hieroglyfickém písmu jsou síla a světlo vzájemnými synonymy, tj. ve svém původním významu stejná."
tRumfová.kEdeNáctá. Kráska a zVíře. ,,chtíč" AnO. chcI.
https://probud.se/tarot1/crowleyho-tarot/velka-arkana/983-crowleyho-tarot-11-sila
,,Osoby narozené ve Lvu budou vašimi důležitými zrcadly, odrážejícími váš potenciál projevovat se tvůrčím způsobem.„
Měsíc nad naší zahradou..nebo tunel ke světlu? Velmi podobné a šťastnou náhodou jsem zachytil CO se vlastně stalo, natočená vzpomínka.
lyrics:
P.K.
Lubomír Tomik
eyes full of Your tender fingers,
walked around the room
step step step step by step ets pets pets
thou
ght
of You
applause is borne by the country,
with an open window,
among the clouds
the Sun,
the Moon
Your fingers full of tender eyes,
eyes full of Your tender fingers
Soumrak.
Lubomír Tomik
uprostřed rozvalin
a skrytých sněhových projektilů
přilétajících z nebe za úsvitu-
posedlí tichem
a nářkem Noci-
jen bezcílné putování za krásou,
za Tebou
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Dusk.
Lubomír Tomik
in the middle of ruins
hidden snow projectiles
arriving from the sky at dawn
obsessed with silence
to cry at the Night-
just aimless wandering for beauty,
to You
,,Dárek s Významem“ pro Tebe…protože najednou …je možné VŠECHNO.
Dárek s významem
: Vlastní bambus.
Lubomír Tomik
vybral jsem si dárek s významem, vlastní bambus a až zakoření a povyroste trochu více,
chci z něj zbudovat:
obrovskou tyč s níž se odrazím,
až Tobě do náruče,
lešení pro stavbu Babylónské Věže a z nebe budou padat slovníky
bambusová párátka ručně nabroušená, tajuplné louče v mlhách
a zastřené hlasy,
pochod nocí na
tajená místa,
uprostřed lesí,
uprostřed srdců.
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A gifts with meaning
: own bamboo.
Lubomír Tomik
I chose a gifts with meaning, own bamboo and up to root and grow a little more,
I want to build from it:
a huge rod with which I bounce,
into your arms,
scaffolding for the construction of the Tower of Babel and dictionaries will fall from the sky
bamboo toothpicks hand sharpened, mysterious beams in the mist
and veiled voices,
march of nights on
secret places
in the middle of the woods,
in the middle of hearts.