kinda like a cloud I was up
way up in the sky
and I was feeling some feelings you wouldn't believe
sometimes I don't believe them myself
and I decided I was never coming down
just then a tiny little dot caught my eye
it was just about too small to see
but I watched it way too long
it was pulling me down

shut up so what
what does it matter now
I was swimming in the haze
now I crawl on the ground
and everything I never liked about you
is kind of seeping into me
try to laugh about it now
but isn't it funny how everything works out

I used to be so big and strong
I used to know my right from wrong
I used to never be afraid
I used to be somebody
I used to have something inside
now just this hole that's open wide
I used to want it all
I used to be somebody

I'll cross my heart
I'll hope to die
but the needle's already in my eye
and all the world's weight is on my back
and I don't even know why
what I used to think was me is just a fading memory
I looked him right in the eye and said goodbye

usporadal
cteni

byl to jeden z prednich predstavitelu
konkretni poezie
a po tom, co jsem docetl, zajel
jsem k nemu
domu

bydlel vysoko v
horach a
pili jsme a divali se z velikeho
okna, jak kolem letaji
velmi velci
ptaci

vetsinou plachtili

rekl
ze to jsou orli
(mohl me tahat za
nos)

a jeho zena hrala na
piano

pasaz z
Brahmse

moc toho
nenamluvil

byl to konkretni
muz
jeho zena byla velmi
krasna

a jak tam plachtili
ti orli

i to bylo velmi
krasne

pak nastal soumrak

pak prisla noc

a orly videt
nebylo

cteni probehlo
odpoledne

pili jsme do jedne
rano

pak jsem nasedl do auta
a sjizdel klikatou
uzkou silnici

d
o
l
u

byl jsem prilis opily, abych se obaval
nebezpeci

jakmile jsem dojel domu
vypil jsem dve lahve
piva a sel
spat.

pak zazvonil
telefon

byla to ma
divka

volala celou
noc

byla nastvana

obvinila me ze smilstva s
jinou

rekl jsem ji o tech krasnych
orlech

jak plachtili

a ze jsem byl s konkretnim
muzem

kecy
rekla
a
zavesila

natahl jsem se
vzhledl ke stropu
premyslel, co orli
jedi

pak telefon zazvonil jeste
jednou

a zeptala se

mel ten konkretni clovek
konkretni zenu a vrazils
do ni pero?

ne
rekl jsem
ojebal jsem
orla

zase
zavesila

konkretni poezie
premyslel jsem
co to sakra
je?

pak jsem
sel spat a
spal jsem a
spal.

jednim z Lorcovych nejlepsich versu
je:
"agonie, porad
agonie..."

premyslejte o nem, kdyz
zabijite
svaba nebo
berete britvu, abyste
se
oholili

nebo kdyz se rano budite
abyste
pohledli do tvare
slunci.