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MILUJ MĚ DO KRVE
1. 6. 2026
Life makes art. Sometimes like a blow to glass.
I was coming back from a completely ordinary shopping trip. Nothing fateful. Nothing that was supposed to have any prior significance. Just a bag in my hand, my body on the way, my head still somewhat outside and yet already at home. That ordinary transition between the world and the room. Between the street and the armchair. Between what is happening outside and what one carries inside. Hloubětín. Home. I sat […]
7. 5. 2026
Miluj mě do krve: a story of disruption
A new book is slowly being created: Miluj mě do krve. At first glance, it might seem like a relationship novel set during a stay in Malta. But the longer the story takes shape, the more I feel that it is neither a pure romance nor a thriller. It's more of a psychological novella about uncertainty. About what starts to happen to a person when they return to […]
5. 5. 2026
Miluj mě do krve: soundtrack for a book that is yet to be written
Some soundtracks are created only after the book. This one is being created during it. Miluj mě do krve is an upcoming book by Antonín Deliš — a story that is currently coming together in writing, images, notes, and music. A family arrives in Malta. On the coast stands a cliffside hotel, the air is full of salt, heat, and scooter exhaust. In the glass lounge, a pianist plays — not just on the keys, but also [...]
23. 11. 2025
Miluj mě do krve
ENTER THE WORLD OF THE BOOK “MILUJ MĚ DO KRVE” FORENDORS → WATTPAD → READ HERE → SPOTIFY → VINYL → AUDIOBOOK BOOK AT PARTNERS → E-BOOK ON GOOGLE PLAY RATE THE BOOK ON DATABÁZE KNIH → „Buy ↓“ Miluj mě do krve is a psychological novella from Malta about a love that may exist — or may only change its form depending on who is currently looking at it.
23. 11. 2025
Miluj mě do krve – Original book soundtrack
The family arches over the coast of Malta, the cliffside hotel smelling of salt and scooter exhaust. In the glass lounge, a pianist plays — the keys and the silence between the notes — and Petr sinks into his tones as if someone had lent him a spare life for a moment. Žaneta vanishes into shopping and mirrors — the brighter the light, the better the hiding place for the dark. […]
















