I do not see too far but I like what I am seeing

I do not see too far (today)
contorting rivers
bashful altars
battling winds
finding their meanings
all of its seems
among old rigged wings
Pegasus, carousel of the history!
I do not see too far
but I like what I am seeing
(in your eyes)

    the sunset over our garden

                                                    snowflowers wanting to be celebrated

                                                   birch over the front garden

                                                    my bike and two gardenarmchairs ready for new life

                                                   open windows mean spring

                                                 I see very close but I like what I am seeing

                                            afternoon delicatesas

summer

One of the (in my opinion) most celebratory festival in Prague. Here is some tasting.
Furthermore, summer in New York City, means Summerstage and Celebrate Brooklyn, this summer with Beach House.

http://www.facebook.com/events/186181588150991/

 

And the days go by.

I close my eyes to find nothing, just the world of constant anxiety.

Closing and opening them makes me live in two separate worlds. And, they are friends.

I stand at the end of the tram, observing how the past develops in the tracks as we drive fast.

Plum cakes are always the ones one should share. Even when the guests do not arrive.

I want to feel like I deserve to buy this and this. Without feeling guilty that beauty is possession of mine.

Live, and do not look back.

ako slnko
vošiel si do mojej duše
plnej vyduchoprázdna
samú ma, prosím,
nenechávaj

Morning delicatessa(s)

waking up

dancing while washing myself

making tea

drinking tea 

jumping and protesting

going to work

After all, mornings are invigorating.

Thursday

Morning with Wislava Szymborska (gives me shivers)/ 

Ráno s Wislavou Szymborskou (mi dáva husí kůži)

  

The Three Oddest Words

When I pronounce the word Future,
the first syllable already belongs to the past.

When I pronounce the word Silence,
I destroy it.

When I pronounce the word Nothing,
I make something no non-being can hold.

 

Tři nejpodivnejší slova

Když pronáším slovo Budoucnost,

první slabika už odchází do minulosti.

Když pronáším slovo Ticho,

ničím to ticho.

Když pronáším slovo Nic,

tvořím cosi, co se nejde do žádneho nebytí.

winter walks

prvosienky

zrodila som sa v lúčoch slnka
nového, jarného
chodili ma polievať
krhlou, zlatom posiatou

zrodila som sa tu a tam
v nenáročných kopcoch
v náručí otvorenom
ďalšiemu dňu

zrodila som sa
v myšlienkach Tvojich
tak ako tu čítaš slo-víčko
po slo-ví-čku, moje prvosienky

vďaka.

as I confide my castles to your kingdom

only thoughts separate us
not people, or walls
only thoughts separate us
not meadows or empty halls

only thoughts separate us
not wars or postcards
you never sent
only thoughts separate us
not chambers of cloudy hearts

only thoughts separate us
like a hot spring
they run through your lungs
just to reach, to sting
me

only thoughts separate us
dont you see it?
let me go
let me quit
my little sorrows

(those were never meant
to live anyways)
only thoughts separate us
in this mad, mad world
doomed to cease
as it unfurled

miluji poezii
miluji poezii dnešního dne
když mi paprskami
z hloubě tvé duše
vykrádaš slova