Písmák Plavba
Výčitky zvedly dlouhé ruce z opěradel,
v průhledném zrcadle,
odraz lapeného oceánu,
stahuje city ke dnu,
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The Last Day of the World
The bordeaux-red fields around the globe,
Intoxicated with agony and howling wind,
Defeated and disillusioned.
The history of our continents disrupted and lost forever.
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Loch
Under the peak of the mountain we met,
in the cold lake we swam;
I disappeared under its water level.
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