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if you just kidnapped the rose

which is impossible to drink

but which gets drunk too much...

my father if you just kidnapped

this pipe impregnated by malt

for each memory

of his uncommon significant days

when luck sobered him up

but instead of it you are kidnapping my peace

and hiding your own reward

in the trunk by it

and now I’m forced to wait here for someone

who is going to detect us

but the one who will suffer

will be the only one who stood alone and naked

why is not rose enough to anyone?

why is not a father enough to anyone?

why is not a nice memory enough?

why are other consciences stolen...

...

kdybys unesl růži 

která se nedá vypít 

ale která opíjí až až 

otce kdybys mi unesl

to napajedlo napuštěné sladem

za každou vzpomínku

na tak málo často významný den

kdy ze štěstí vystřízlivěl

ale místo toho unášíš můj klid

v kufru svého auta

kterým zakrýváš svou odměnu 

a já tu teď v úzkosti budu čekat na toho

kdo nás oba odhalí 

ale tím kdo utrpí bude ten 

kdo zůstal sám a nahý 

proč nikomu nestačí růže 

proč nikomu nestačí otec

proč ne hezká vzpomínka 

proč se kradou druhá svědomí... 

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jen něco krátkého

jako oddych před popravou

pár slov pouze

jako když loučíš se s omluvou do zítřka

ale bolet bude to deset let

dnes miluji za dva

zítra ani za sebe

...

just something brief

like a pause before an execution

only a few words

as you delay the apology for tomorow

but it will hurt another ten years

I carry love for two people today

I won’t love neither myself tomorow

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Le Chaos

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As she was laying there on the moss, naked, devoted, the forest bowed down and pulled it's branches on. Then the deep voice of the forest said: You came here because your world is vicious, it painfully refuses your bareness, wants you to be unrecognized - hollow soul without a resonance of self-acceptance. You love this world too much, but the love never came back from it. Love is the Sister of Lust. Here is not any of these cruel Sisters of your world, they are not welcomed, nothing is. The Emptyness is laying in our depths. And the bareness We welcome. Come as you are. Surrender. Be recognisable. Eternily.

Awakening into the Dark