Meeting Benches World art in all forms
TIME LOVERS
You wrap on the finger straw, there on the finger, where you dreamed a gold ring. I still conversed with the sun, and you already impallidivi in the moon. Behind us, suddenly he began to rustle. And posasti the shadow head, on its leaves. Capello after the hair, it took you. It only for the burning nettles, jealousy of the earth, hidden in the grass, with a burning gem, you latched onto a calf. She cried, and the frightened moon jumped on. The earth stood between you. He slowly turned on its side, until, until we both covered with grass and leaves. Lost as us that night, there were thousands. A great silence of fish, under the scales of the whisper ran there with mute lips of the moon. And it felt that, with the heart, already were touching our fund. But in the meantime we opened a new depth.
(František Hrubín)
