ENDRALON.SPACE · ČLÁNEK
9. 8. 2026
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In that sweater you are peace. Not like "heat in the radiator" — more like warmth that chooses me. When you pull it over your head, your shoulders disappear and only a person who is home remains. And I press against you as naturally as if winter were just a backdrop for your "come here".

In that sweater you are peace.
Not like "heat in the radiator" —
more like warmth that chooses me.
When you pull it over your head,
your shoulders will get lost
and only the person who is at home will remain.
And I will press close to you
well of course,
as if winter were just a backdrop
for your "come on".
















