Variability of movements

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ahoj, dík za návštěvu - bohužel s tím na co ses ptal nepomůžu, už si nic nepamatuju jak co funguje :)

I´d love to listen to it... *

připomíná mi Morrisona ale možná jen proto že ho teď čtu..chápu jen z části

sure, you are right .-)

sure... everyone knows that feeling :o) [as i suppose :)))] well, it could be interesting as a song... but here - on písmák ;), i can tell you only my opinion about the lyrics :))

johanne: these poems (in English) are actually quite old .. I did not want to change them.. btw. this one was really used for a song (not pop song, but psychedellic and mournful "trip-hop" song (music made by my friends)). To add to that I wrote it in a state of complete misery... as you may well know the feeling when all things turn grey and dim, when there is no will to live anymore... yet... the end of the poem is a sort of calling of the spirit which can never be subdued, never conquered.... is divine :)

for sadness/is always/like this/like you/and me - well, it's like from some pop song... it's... how to say... empty? second part - better i don't think i would read it in czech, i don't know if i would like it in czech... but this poem, in english, is beautiful, slowly flowing stream :))

Nic než prázdný machrovinky a hraní si na básníka. Ubohý.

pěkně se to čte! W.*

moc pekna, neumim si predstavit cesky preklad asi by nemel tuhle silu

Black is colour of my mind kiss me, honey, before night will cease hidding my dark side

překlad nebude... byla by to jiná báseň :)