cold lone ages of misery
how unbearable you are
to die and become nothing
to reach the end of the line
to give trust upon few
to bring peace upon many
to give them your money
and swear them your lives
to die in their war
on your arms blood
of another man
to live in factory
to make money for food
so your wretched little son
won’t starve to death
but inside the death’s already here
around you
on floor on walls
in us
*
the death of light
the death of freedom
the death
the end
the luminous curves of your body
the last breath you take before waking up
and look in your eyes seeing me there
my love the death of always
a small piece of hope perished
here
in this life I am
forever and alone
(same sun greeting your mornings
another man lying
in your bed)

Beginning the morning
the sun peaks unto the world
and always overlooks
that which is hidden behind the hills

Patiently biting its time
it moves one tiny step forward
until it shines upon everything alive
except the caves of deepest depths
where those with whom I’m alike dwell
in the dark
in the cage
of wounded heart
forgetting everything
that could cast some light-
the stars
the sun
a true love

On píseň lásce mrtvé zpívá
Tak smutnou až měsíc pláče
A slunce v noci neusíná

Ona jak z ledového kamene oči
Upřené na sklenku vína
On na štěstí víc si nevzpomíná

Bílýma nedosažitelnýma rukama svýma
Pohladí mu tváře zčernalé
Jeho slza už ji nedojímá

A když odchází spočine v její náruči-
Sám ještě do noci světla nezhasíná
Kapka slzy, potok krve, koho vina ?

Dreary pictures of phosphorescent
times when you and me were together
hang from little strings attached
to the ceiling skies full of aether

The flaming red flowers I gave you
once turned all gray and aweary
During some thousand hours
in our arms we couldn’t say sorry

I watch you walk away saying
this time it’s for real darling
in the end it’s always the same
we keep on living (we keep on dying)

When you turn for the last time
expecting to see me cry
I’ll stand there piercing your eye
with tears for you to satisfy

My heart o, how it aches
over and over without a single pause
to let me breathe
(Morrison;
Voice so perfect it could make and angel cry,
words destined to hit the centre of a soul)
and me less than half of nothing
living of small victories in this formidable life;
like when your eyes meet mine
or a chance of being of any help to this world
(maybe seeing and stranger smile)
...
However, it´s getting harder to oper the doors to the next day
I´m lost in the palace of my mind
Everything seems to be working
Everything´s fine
(Yet I slowly die inside)

You knocked
and I opened so quickly
it was almost as if I were expecting you

You smiled
and it was the only time
I could control my mind whilst losing it

You kissed
and blank was the world
of past and future (it was only you and now)

You left
and what could I do but write
this poem about so little happiness in

man’s life

nobody ever filled my missing parts
nobody could get me so high
but you with your questions about
history and politics
while the burning passion within
(which
swept away cold walls of my mind)
grabbed me by the soul and gently kissed...
(slight enough to break wings of butterfly)

...but here and now those parts are missing
yet again
here in my violent stubborn heart
while outside haunting wind
provokes the outrage of the chimes
(never to touch the face so fair
never to hear another subtle breath)

I should go to sleep!
I should go to sleep…

…desolation comes upon the days
painting the time with little pieces
of suffering (how can I close my eyes
hearing it coming with malevolence
in its steps)

Good-bye
Good-bye
and always my love

yours nobody

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