Some detours in english

Lyrical detour 1 (revelation)

It was revelation

watching how you run

under rain drops,

you romantic mine mirage.

Your dress was mottled,

giant scarlet red flowers

with unfolding cups

drinking moisture from the rain.

I stayed, hidden under shelter,

dry, distant and cold

I watched you like vision

but you didn't look at me.

You had closed eyes,

smiling, with ruffled hair.

Drop after drop

were pouring on your face,

kissing the small mole

above the left eyebrow.

The heart is beating there

seeing nymph among beech woods.

I close heavily my eyes

but you are dancing eager behind the eyelids

alas...

And I search courage in me

to leave the dry land

so we can run

in the wet forest.

Lyrical detour 2

Sometimes you are returning

from the depths of the past

in black dress, with rouge.

You find an open door

and storm in without an invitation.

I see you

and it's already late for me,

unexpected and unwanted,

with cigar kn mouth

and burning matchstick in hand.

Death are you

and I'm running from the knife in your hand

but your image

lovingly hated finds me

and on the farthest station.

Madness,

only she seized me

when I try to get you out

to forget you

and finally to calmly sleep.

Your warm fingers

are biting violently

and my body is already in countless scars.

Tired, weak and wounded

it wants only you to again step beyond.

Lyrical detour 4 (City are you)

City are you,

multitude of streets,

buildings and grass.

I walk by

and every corner

shows me picture new.

Sun is showing

in that bloomed yard

and elsewhere rain

is washing the gray pavers.

I'm walking and astound

I stray from your

constantly changing beauty.

I stop to admire

and you continue to grow

an I wander would I can

cover you with glance?

I increase pace,

I fondle your buildings

thursty seeking the knot

of all your roads

where happy

I can sit and sleep.

Lyrical detour 5 (Nightmare)

Water you dream

and in titanic despair

you try to swim out.

Your hands are swinging

lungs fighting for sip of air,

but are filling with water.

You coughs,

wild beats your heart.

Scared,

shocked,

you open eyes,

finding

that you swim to somewhere, alas …

Lyrical detour 9 (white papers)

The white papers,

covered with gray dust,

they scare with their muteness.

With the ink, that will never

cover them,

with thoughts

who were left unspoken,

in the silent words,

in shut mouth,

unspoken from fear and weakness.

For all of this

speaks to me covered

with dust leaves.

Lyrical detour 12

I walk around,

rove, I slide

in the side of the city,

among the pictures,

covered with night

and my spirit is young,

filed with doubts,

hope.

Wander,

stray

my eyes in rapture

on the walls,

in the people,

they search

a face certain.

Shiver,

shrinks

the heart powerfully

and lives among fantasies

born in corners of dark,

but otherwise sadly unreal

in the light

filled with disillusion.

Lyrical detour 11 (Junkies)

I listen to

the fuss they are raising,

the sounds far beyond

the human speech.

Croaking and raw,

and neigh is heard here or there.

Their faces are tighter,

feral and kneel the bodies

around dust, garbage and cars.

They watch each other maliciously

and laugh like jackals,

roughing for pleasure

like street dogs.

Their hands are scared

with many dreams

which have taken the life

with every drop of poison.

And with waiting for substitute

it's long since they have became only

human shadows …

Lyrical detour 10

To dive in you,

to dissolve in the dark veil,

and yours eyes to search with mine

is just mystic ritual.

I found you and I lose you

because you are everywhere.

Silk, soft,

that touches thought

with dreams and eyes games

but slips from hands like smoke.

Lyrical detour 15 (Departures)

I'm flowing

with body, spirit, arms

in the endless water,

I sink in it like in womb.

Leave behind myself

fears, hopes

or stupid dreams.

I leave my name

and with it the people

who wander on the shore.

They wave at me,

and I wave at them

with every strow

with every inflow

of my hand into the sea.

I leave them,

because they are land

and I don't feel it no more

under my feet,

it's gone

under the veil of darkness blue.

I breath in strong

and dunk inward

I can't see nothing

in the velvet matter.

And I swim further in,

below,

afar,

till I become

a part of endless womb

till alone I turn into oblivion.

Lyrical detour 14 (Lost colors)

The grayness have raided in everything ,

in me, in the world around,

destroying the colors,

killing the sounds and song of the birds

and I can't erase it

to replace it with the water paints.

It chains me,

hunts me

with it's predatory paws.

And there is nothing left for me but to scream

to let the demon leave me

and darkness to fill it's place

till there is no voice left in me,

but the spirit still lingers in

the tired body …

I will run in madly pace

on streets and around buildings

so the madness lose me

in the darkness of the town.

I will sacrifice my body

to save my soul,

to meet her with the sunrise

in foreign for suffering land.

I'll dive deep

in the warm eyes

of desired unexpected woman.

I'll risk to hit myself,

not to touch the bottom of her ocean,

to drown in it

in desire to satisfy my thirst

by drinking from her soul.

I'll seek salvation

in or out of me

I'll try to find

again the road to the colors.

Lyrical detour 13 (Dream)

I see the tiny hands

squeezing my fingers with

their tiny strength.

Smiles to me with radiance

and I'm cradling him to me.

His eyes are blue,

his hair is strand black

and the tiny voice is laughing jingly

and echoes in the air around.

Stretch fingers,

he puts them in my face

and I'm suddenly awake

with tears

for my dreamed child.

Lyrical detour 18 (Dissection)

I stand against the mirror

and I don't search wrinkles

or whiteness in the hair.

I don't care

that the eyes got darker

or beard is stubble.

I slip my hand around the skin

and I search the scars,

that revealing marks,

which the others see

and for me are only guess.

The fingers penetrate the hair,

the paw looks for pulse

in search of answer what may be there.

Haven't I found it yet,

this mystery in my face

that for the other is defect.

I dissect myself too many nights

to remove all that's heavy,

but I'm here again, in front of me

dressed in clothes second hand

and actually I ask myself

if for the others I'm

second hand man?

Lyrical detour 20 (Salamanders)

Salamanders,

small,

black,

mottled with yellowish spots,

burrow in the reddish foliage

to hide themselves from people's eyes.

Stop to move,

and may even don't breath

when I point my lens towards them.

And they watch me with their black mysterious eyes,

in silent horror

if I want to reveal their secret

why in fire they don't burn …

Lyrical detour 21

Erected above me,

with hairs shrouding her in secret,

she watches me from her

melancholic hight

with the sorrow of loving me Madonna.

And I look into

her blackerish eyes

reach I hand.

But her mystic

is taking her away from me

and united are we in religious ritual

in which she is raised in the heavens

and underneath I believe in ecstasy.

Lyrical detour 24

Haven,

hammer,

chisel,

rose with scarlet color,

eyes,

which tender trap are,

blessing warm

lighting up

which doesn't burn.

And even if I cradle

in sea of gray everyday

or being sculptor without idea,

vase with glass lid,

masochistic to offer

my body alone,

faithfully I'll bend my head in front of you

because fire is that

what seeks my soul..

Lyrical detour 27

Where are you?

Are you indeed roaming somewhere

on the streets of the city abroad,

or you fight with melancholy

from the absence of the people close

who are on hundreds kilometers

somewhere behind you?

Or you wonder why

the next turn will show you?

Don't think,

but watch,

don't be grieving,

smile,

because with

you are far away,

but that doesn't separate us,

but the clutching in the moment

which is on the streets old,

under the yellowish lamp

and not in this foreign towns.

And beside that

I imagine your smile

which brings your freedom,

doesn't she deserve

for her to shine even in

the foreign land's fog.