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The sun this morning
The sun flew into people this morning
it kicked off the skittles and sent them somewhere between the horizons
they came back in the evening
they ate some fast food
in cubes
they sat down and destroyed their TV spines.
Někdy mám pocit, že jsem úplně geniální básník.
Pak si přečtu třeba něco od Blatnýho, Nezvala, a von stačí i přítel Brunel z Literry.
Musí tvorba básníků vyrůstat z bolesti a utrpení nebo někdy stačí jenom jedno z toho?
The sun flew into people this morning
it kicked off the skittles and sent them somewhere between the horizons
they came back in the evening
they ate some fast food
in cubes
they sat down and destroyed their TV spines.
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