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Sníh roztál příliš rychle. Dříve
než sny, co
se zdají za dlouhých
nocí
ze zbytků sil — :
plápolají ve tmě
a postavy s lícními kostmi
větru
naprázdno polykají,
jako by bylo něco,
čemu je možné
alespoň na malou chvíli věřit,
i když obzory hoří na hranicích
mezi dnem
a nocí,
a taky blízko nich, kde člověk je vlkem,
i lovnou zvěří,
ale kde nic neskončí
dřív,
než klid bude i uvnitř.
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Sníh roztál příliš rychle a postavy
s lícními kostmi
větru
naprázdno polykají,
jako by jim ani nehořely prsty a ve všem
tom zmatku našly samy v sobě
smíření.
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Dreamland and blown Kingdom
Snow melted too quickly. Before dreams
what they seem in short
nights
from the remnants of the forces -:
flicker in the dark
and characters with cheekbones
wind
swallow the load,
as if it were something
What can
at least for a little while to believe
even if the horizon is burning at the border
between the date
and nights,
and too close to them, where the man is a wolf,
and hunted,
but where nothing is over
before,
than the rest
and inside.
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Snow melt too quickly and the characters
with cheekbones
wind
swallow the load,
as they would not burn your fingers and all
the confusion found
reconciliation.
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Daleko
08:16
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Ve větvích ticho.
Mlčí i střepy světel vbodnuté do míst,
kde z pánevních kostí
krajiny
rostou kyčle hor.
Jejich průrvami oddychuje tma a hladina
je zčeřená, když
si vlci bouře ploutvemi olizují
rány.
Ozvěny po nich budou vonět
po rybách.
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Jsme jen u břehu řeky. Moře je
daleko,
ale příboj v nás hřmí,
jako vítr
v dubovém listí
a vločky hvězd
z Hůrky,
co navždy planou mezi námi.
Z pánevních
kostí
rostou kyčle hor
a ve větvích ticho s šupinami.
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The sea is far
The branches of silence.
Silent and stuck it into shards of light points
where the pelvic bones
landscape
rising hip Mountains.
The dark rift breathing and blood
is rippled when
the wolves lick storm fins
wounds.
Echoes of them will smell
for fish.
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We are just at the river bank. the sea is
far
but the surf thunders in us,
like the wind
in oak leaves
Snowflakes and stars
from Bree,
you burn forever among us.
The pelvic
bone
mountains rising hip
and branches with scales silence.
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