The most genius sensation in the Czech mornings,
I have it when
I leave at 7 o'clock to buy a bottle of wine.
Be cool, and the sun knocks lightly
in my chest
while
the barely running joint flows into my lungs.
Then time stops slowly,
flowing like the paintings of Salvador Dai,
uncertain,
but wonderfully silent.
CITEȘTI
Când sângele cântă...
Poesia"Frâu liber dezmierdării nu'i da prea mult. Până și jurămintele cele mai strașnice par vreascuri în focul sângelui..."
