tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087848414440611200.post8590411510076111437..comments2018-06-10T05:15:59.400+02:00Comments on Vlastný vesmír Karola a Viktora: The QuestionKarol a Viktorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15095458959752666045noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087848414440611200.post-13732144581772311352009-08-06T02:10:40.842+02:002009-08-06T02:10:40.842+02:00Empty
Are the glasses on the table in the morning....Empty<br />Are the glasses on the table in the morning. Standing around like eye-witnesses of a battle. They saw winners. They saw losers too. Everyone had his performance tonight. The music has died. Next please!<br /><br />Empty are the trash bins in front of a café. Emptied and changed by a little waiter working at a night shift. Whistling a song. Hands are faster. Steps are faster. Enhancing the moves. The work seems to run really fast tonight. Empty the head. Do the work. Faster, please! <br /><br />Empty are the trash bins in front of the block of flats. A homeless man is moaning this morning. No food has been left. A morning drizzle is making the soil humid. There will be mud. The cold air is penetrating the bones. No breakfast. A little bit of sun, please!<br /><br />Empty is the house. Quiet corners. A little spider crawling on the ceiling. The clock on the wall is ticking. The tap in the bathroom is dripping. Empty is the house since you have left. Would you come back? Please.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com