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MILENY
18.7.2001 21:15 Slunecnik: Tim stale
neni receno To prave proc jste me
approached me in this interesting way. You know at least
something about me, but I am worse off.
So will I learn something? Why? M.
That word in itself says absolutely everything about him,
Otherwise I could not perceive Sunshade at all.
He is like Sharp-glint, with a stinging caress,
Mist – eaten beauty, so it dissolves and I with it.
Milený může být jenom Anděl, Veliká
Soul – the purest Virtue with which I merge.
He is like Sharp-edge, who with the awakening of evening
Slices the horizon, dissolves – and I with him.
I am a silver coin – Moon, Luna – who
Scratched herself with fingernails on asphalt with fused mica.
She is like Ostroskvost, who with daily cremation
It illuminates my face, so that I shine like pewter.
18.7.2001 21:31 Slunecnik: Po pravde
surprised, because I don't know who is hiding
behind Antonín and what he's up to. Write something
about yourself. Thanks M.
