ENDRALON.SPACE · ČLÁNEK
10. 8. 2026
III
That night, it was I who died. I, the child. I, the adolescent. I, the adult. I even died old, although I hadn't yet managed to become so. And you died too. Yet we managed to grow old beside each other. We managed to promise each other one more life, as if somewhere there existed a planet where one could start over. I don't know which of us will arrive there first. Who will build […]
That night, I died.
Já dítě.
Já adolescent.
I grew up.
I died old, too,
even though I became one
hasn't happened yet.
And you died too.
Yet beside each other
we managed to grow old.
We managed to promise each other
one more life,
as if somewhere a planet existed,
on which one can start over.
I don't know which of us
will be the first to arrive there.
Who will pitch a tent.
Who will gaze at the sky.
And who will already be beneath the earth.
Will you find me sooner next time?
Not only by the books
that I left behind.
Not by the song.
Not by a name carved into the light.
Fly to me,
while I can still tell you
that I was waiting for you.
