SARRI:

když prší v neděli a když jsi sám, naprosto sám,
otevřen všemu, ale když nepřichází ani zloděj
a nezaťuká ani nepřítel či opilec.
když prší v neděli a ty jsi opuštěn
a nechápeš, jak žíti bez těla
a jak nebýt, když máš tělo,
když prší v neděli a když sám jsi všechen svůj..

JACOB:

What if everything around you
Isn't quite as it seems?
What if all the world you think you know
Is an elaborate dream?
And if you look at your reflection
Is that all you want to be?
What if you could look right through the cracks
Would you find yourself, find yourself afraid to see?

and when the pain reaches the peak
the rain keeps on going down your cheek
the hole inside your chest
opening new way for the sweet red liquid men call the blood
the puddle bellow turns scarlet
and you know
the time has gone
the time has never been there
for you to reach
what you saw on your dreams
only one thing can help you

wake up before you die

There is no you, there is only me
There is no you, there is only me
There is no fucking you, there is only me
There is no fucking you, there is only me

Only
Only
Only
Only

Silence has no opposite in noise. It is beyond positive and negative. Silence
dissolves all objects. It is not related to any counterpart which belongs to
the mind. Silence has nothing to do with mind. It cannont be defined but it
can be felt directly because it is our nearness. Silence is freedom, without
restriction or center. It is our wholeness, neither inside nor outside the
body. Silence is joyful not pleasurable. It is not psychological. It is
feeling without the feeler. Silence needs no intermediary.

Fear of Death, Fear of Life

Clovek porad neceho jen lituje.

"Kdyz tancis s dablem, dabel se nezmeni, dabel zmeni tebe."

De profundis clamo ad te Domine