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Friday, October 05, 2018

V neštěstí se vždycky hbitě

In misfortune I always return:

Is there bark around the sky
as around the trees on earth?
Or do only angels’ choirs
surround you in your glory?
Is that you God in that void?
In that void does there burn fire?

Ivan Martin Jirous.


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