#poezie
tam kde jsme se smáli už je jen ticho
tam kde jsme si povídali zbylo jen prázdno
kde on odpočíval nyní jsem já
kde on rozjímal teď svádím svůj boj
v tváři slza v srdci bolest už nikdy neuslyším jeho smích
chybí mi táta
Feb 21
Feb 21, 2026 at 4:27 PM UTC
and now your body, a shack of boards.
mercury eyes interfering with light
of the initial insect.
above us, the balconies filled with wet laundry.
the sky is exfoliating in millions of sheets
which autumn sprays like a confetti rain over us.
behind the public toilet
an old beggar looks into her ragged bags:
bread, milk bottles, few eggs
a machine for manufacturing loneliness
and in the heart, something deep, unbearable.
her big blue eye
it fills us with terror.
Jun 6, 2019
Jun 6, 2019 at 2:21 PM UTC