Vítr v prérii

Vítr odnesl šaty z kůže,
cinkání zdobených pásků
zní ze skal.

Objímá mě vysoká tráva
a jen nebe vidí mou nahotu..

Opírá se i do ní,
splétá ji do vlasů...

Vítr mi sebral dech,
odnesl si mou vůni,
rozprostřel ji v pláni.

Chtěl by si vzít i mě...

Poezie bytí

Vymažu všechny formy kolem
Vymažu všechny formy ze sebe

Prostor se teď otevře...

Zavolám ticho,
chci aby tu bylo.
Vtáhnu tě do toho ticha
ještě nevíš, co tě čeká....

The Storm

The sea bursts with waves
I am waiting
The Storm is coming

The black clouds
evoke my fears
As I am standing on a cliff
The Storm is coming
its almost here

Tearing all the pride from me
I feel so weak
She is so strong
Taking everything


The Storm is coming

Am I going to stay the same
when she takes me

I want to fall in her arms
In her arms she cries with me
the Storm is coming...

Perfect picture

When did it happen?
The very moment I got scared of who I am...

Of the spacious scenery with rocky hills,
of the night imbued with delusive scents,
the endless abbys of space above my head...

Of the only hands I ever wanted to touch
of the only world I wanted to be inhaled in.
Your world...

Waves of pain and denial,
hope trying to comfort me with lies.

I decided to paint...
I took a brush,
I started with my eyes,
gave them the blue color of the morning sky.

I dipped it in red and made my lips breezy.

I poured a little gold in my memory
veiled it by crimson tinge...
I chose new emotions for me.

I looked at myself in the mirror.

Everything looked so perfect
even the little details would never seem to show.
There was something, someone else before.

Just then the windy rain came
and blurred the red and blue..
smashed away the crimson shade.

Crushing the picture so hard,
I could not grasp a thing
leaving me here splintered,
with no more ways to pretend...

Kde jsi

Kde jsi miláčku?
Ty zpropadená konstrukce mé morbidní touhy.
To ve snu jsi se dotýkal mé hlavy
a tvoje vůně mě přiváděla k šílenství.

Tady však nemáš odvahu ani se ukázat.
A já se zmítám v pochybnostech,
snažíc se ubít se náhražkami.

Ale něco je silnější.
A po těch nekonečných blábolech,
se znovu postavím a vím,
že nesnesu nic jiného…

SKINS

2 o´clock in the morning.
I get up from bed.
With shadows moving on the wall,

I feel I am changing.

I take off my skins
the ones that make the daily me.
I leave them on the chair...

With a different face
I slowly close the door
and sneak out to the streets…


The night is everything I´ve got
with all its flavors.
A friend of buried things.
This is the time when I talk,
This is the place where I can meet myself,
where you can meet me…

The girl who brings mountains

You can be everything you want.
I heard a voice talking.
But first you have to become NOTHING...

What did I want to be?
I was asking myself,
as the rough shapeless „I“ was lying in my hands.

I felt the wind,
its wafting with every breath I took.
It opened a space.

I climbed on a hill
and called the wind
to be a part of me.

Now when I walk
I like to imagine
that someone will see
I am the girl who brings mountains…