ENDRALON.SPACE · ČLÁNEK
10. 8. 2026
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Sometimes you call me my Libuška Šafránková — and I laugh, because in that name there remains both tenderness and cinematic light. And yet we are separated by something that cannot be reasoned with. Something beyond our power. Two numbers. One sentence. One order. We let it be. We don't explain. We just hold on to each other so that even this "in-between" isn't an obstacle, but another way of being carefully together.
Sometimes you say to me:
my Libuška Šafránková —
and I'm laughing,
because in that name there remains
both tenderness and cinematic light.
And yet there is something dividing us,
that cannot be reasoned with.
Something beyond our power.
Two numbers. One sentence. One order.
We are letting it be.
We do not explain.
We just hold on so that
even this "in-between"
is not an obstacle,
but another way,
how to be carefully together.
