Alive and healthy
They say - May we be alive and healthy!
Yes.
We are.
Live.
And healthy.
That's what they say.
Let them say.
Sunday, April 16, 2023
Saturday, May 07, 2022
Awake
Awake
There are mornings
when I wake up
as a hundred-year-old woman
with stiff hips
and wrinkled memories
so I slow down the world
because I have wisdom to forget
and I accept that it is transient.
There are other mornings
when I wake up
as a six-year-old
with playful thoughts
and easily mobile desires
so I spin the world fast
because I have the power to change it
and I recreate without ceasing.
And there are mornings
when I wake up
and I just say to myself -
It's good, you are awake!
So I embrace the world.
Wednesday, June 06, 2018
Don’t Keep the Change
Don’t
Keep the Change
We
live with borrowed smiles
we
should give back
and
with uniformed thoughts
we
must properly wear.
Cigarettes
won’t kill us, honey,
acting
that "everything is fine" will,
as
well as "it’s nothing" murmured through clenched teeth,
packed
in aluminum foils
as
heated kindness.
People
who obsessively wash hands don't understand
that
its not their hands that are dirty, but their conscience,
and
it can’t be
washed with soap
and hot water.
But
there is no one to tell them that....
They
speak roughly with insult, we smile back,
by
reading, we have picked up the wisdom
that
insults belong
to
the offenders, not to the offended.
Don't
count the change,
leave
it as a tip.
We
played madness too long
to
note that
acting
lacked
and
the madness remained.
Summa Sumarum
Summa
Sumarum
Distance
is measured in time
3
hours drive.
30
minutes walk.
20
light years away from us.
Even
work is measured in time
in
hard work invested.
8
hours per day, 40 per week.
An
hour overtime.
10
years of service.
Friendship,
too
started
to be measured in time.
In
free time.
Having
/ not having enough time for:
an
eight-minute phone call.
2
hours of coffee chat.
a
night-long party.
Even
love is measured in time
of
invested emotions.
5
years spent together.
3rd
wedding anniversary.
Love
rented by the hour.
We
create molds in which
we
collect pieces of time
and
we shape them.
Unit
of length,
unit
of weight,
unit
of action,
unit
of emotion,
unit
of existence,
Billing
currency.
Attempt
to measure the immeasurable.
To
waste the unwastable.
Time
weights
So
we can pay
our
bit
of
infinity.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Through the Voids
Through the Voids
Over the cobblestone road of memories
voids trip me over,
voids of cobblestones
I pulled out
since they'd been gnawing at my thoughts.
I managed to persuade you
that my insanity is yours
and I changed
the colour of your eyes.
The morning after,
I washed the dreams
away from my face,
and I cut my gaze
at your smile's edge.
Too few words remained.
Too few to make sense.
translation into English: Ana Pejcinova
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