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Summer Midnight Poem by Marie Šimáková

Catching the light in the fire and inspiration which runs away and high and higher I’ve been the bullets without guns   Where have you been, my muse, my fuel Never leave me! Never do! Could see much water and no pool Nowhere to dive in summer blue   But …

Saxophone by Ladislav Novotný

My dear old friend Relaxing in your case I still recall the moment I brought you home Do you remember?   The touch of mother-of-pearl Your body shining all around My fingers slightly trembling Eager to make the first sound Can you remember?   Stages and crowded ballrooms Cities and …

Martin Kuchta

The light Light on the wall In my white room, Seems a lot like all That is a pleasure to me.   Light on the wall, Is a hope and dope, actually, It’s short and tall, Hypnotising you continuously.   It shines like a white shadow In a room which is darkened by white, And …