ENDRALON.SPACE · ČLÁNEK
10. 8. 2026
BLACK — INTERMEZZO (4)
Once it seemed that a single step was enough. That the world is just an angle in which you turn, and I will finally hit the mark. Today there is an ocean of years and coincidences between us. Not of water — of days that added up, of other faces in a strange light. Sometimes your image pops up for me, like an old photograph no one called for: for a moment it looks close, and then [...]
Once it seemed that a single step was enough.
That the world is just an angle in which you turn,
and I finally hit the mark.
Today there is an ocean of years and chances between us.
Not of water—of days that added up,
of other faces in a foreign light.
Sometimes your image pops up,
like an old photograph that nobody called:
looks close for a moment,
and then return again to where they belong —
to the other side of the world.
