Wednesday 12 December 2018

Petr Hruska

  EVERYTHING INDICATES         They are sitting there, flecked by the morning sun. Everything indicates...
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Petr Hruska

I had never seen / such a narrow room / when we wanted to turn around / we had to embrace

Ivan Wernisch

Under the arbor by the stream, / Amid the scent of pine sap and stale beer, / I just wanted to sit a while / Forever

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