ENDRALON.SPACE · ČLÁNEK
9. 8. 2026
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The bathroom is warm and the black tiles hold it like a secret. The gold mosaic lets itself be caught by the light now and then, just for a moment — and then vanishes back into the dark beauty. I often turn on only Christmas lights. Not because of the holidays. Because in this light a person doesn't have to defend themselves. The mirror is calm — not like a court, more like water. You stand in that […]
It is warm in the bathroom
and the black tiles hold him
like a secret.
The golden mosaic occasionally lets itself be caught by the light,
just for a moment —
and then disappear again into the dark beauty.
Often I only light up with Christmas lights.
Not because of the holidays.
Because in this light
one doesn't have to defend oneself.
The mirror is calm —
not like a court,
more like water.
You stand in that black-and-gold silence
and you are entirely real:
breath, shoulders, skin.
When I come closer,
you don't flinch.
You just turn to me,
as if it were a matter of course.
