Březen 2014

A opona padá

24. března 2014 v 20:40 Básne
A opona padá

A opona padá,
padá kamsi nadol
Tam si pod ňu
subjektívne unavený čas
z bezmocnosti ľahol.

Songs of thrushes

20. března 2014 v 19:23 Poems
Songs of thrushes

Evening songs of thrushes
hiding in the trees.
Sweetly my heart crushes
on the walls of concrete streets.

Wreckage

20. března 2014 v 19:20 Poems
Wreckage

My ship has hit the coral reefs,
everyone but the captain leaves.

The first day of the spring

20. března 2014 v 19:18 Reflections
The first day of the spring

Every Thursday for 6 weeks I've walked through one street, passing by a certain house with a small garden with a certain man living there. Every Thursday when a 14:56 train went by, I saw the man working in his garden. Inch by inch, week by week he has turned the empty plain into a pleasant garden. Now that all necessary planks and sticks are safely in the ground and all the flowers, bushes, trees and vegetables are planted, the first day of spring couldn't have been more welcomed. As I passed by on the week 6, I saw the man bent to the ground. I was silent as snow, yet he heard me walking by and felt my glare on his back. He stood up, looked at me with an indifferent scorn and went back to work. The sun gently touched the back door and covered the three stairs to the house with a warm light. I felt sudden stirrings. Wish I could be that future strawberry lying there in the ground.