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VETRNIK
Mesicnik: Dear Little Angel, you so quickly
ended your writing that I didn't even ask
if you want to see each other? It occurred to me,
that I could come to LBC.
Mesicnik: Maybe for 1 day, two. Well – however
you would like. What do you think? We could
talking and talking under the protection of Agata's
hands.
Oh, it's not enough for you to be a Parasol, a Weathervane
You've made yourself out of mere brushwood
Thistles have soiled the lover's blue garment– Yet who will shine? Is that what is to honor you?
I know, when I display my naked body in the window,
It is hard for even the mercury in a thermometer to remain calm.
And the only thing that will stop the summer heat from rising
It is a damp breeze blowing seemingly without direction.
Good thing I know that it is you, and I let it
Lick my arms, shoulders – calves, soles of my feet.
Good thing I know that you have come for me,
To embrace me, to make love – it is a strange vertigo.
So I must close the window! I can no longer bear the fleeting
Touch, my head spins when I see
How your passion stirs through the youthful branches– They have known the kisses of lips that greeted them until now.
Slunecnik: Samozrejme, ze bych se chtel setkat.
Ovsem jestli tobe zase bude
suit next weekend. And how would you
imagine it? I am back at work. Insane
it's raining here. I'd still like to cuddle
in my little bed under the duvet. So write to me
and cheer me up.
