0 000 007. Ostrava - city or on a dark city in which I live
One night, long ago I woke up a special glow, I still lived with his grandmother, that about two-three years ago died in his impressive 96th-those years. It was probably sometime around the second half in the morning and I opened the window, lit a cigarette with the fear that it smells and my grandmother would call me and blame both smoke and begins to build again their usual generational educational rules and principles. Fortunately it did not happen. I looked at the glow and felt quiet night in Ostrava-city. It was even heard it as somewhere to Mariánské Hory (Marian Hills) shunting wagons rolling, I probably smoked two cigarettes and listened to the local streets of the old miners' cottages are now members of the Ostrava-Karvina mines want to mate cats. I must say that there was abundance, and generally lived the cellars of the neighboring two years - the old brick houses.
One night, long ago I woke up a special glow, I still lived with his grandmother, that about two-three years ago died in his impressive 96th-those years. It was probably sometime around the second half in the morning and I opened the window, lit a cigarette with the fear that it smells and my grandmother would call me and blame both smoke and begins to build again their usual generational educational rules and principles. Fortunately it did not happen. I looked at the glow and felt quiet night in Ostrava-city. It was even heard it as somewhere to Mariánské Hory (Marian Hills) shunting wagons rolling, I probably smoked two cigarettes and listened to the local streets of the old miners' cottages are now members of the Ostrava-Karvina mines want to mate cats. I must say that there was abundance, and generally lived the cellars of the neighboring two years - the old brick houses.
I thought Scandall, the woman of my vision and felt in himself that somewhere. Somewhere, but I do not know where, just know that feeling in me, deny me this idea. But it was such a special and why I still took it as a mere illusion or a kiss, make love, or rather an artistic muse.
Somewhere in the city Above the town black orange glow We, the faithful few dazzles face. Only the sounds of drumming ingots into silence when the city still sleeps, he still breathing. Above the dark morning to hear the lamentation from the wheels and rails, wagons rumble and games of cat screams into the silence. Ostrava is still sleeping, breathing Ostrava. I look at the sky, it is red, with the idea of you eat a wonderful dream A woman like a flower of roses out of paper The world as ice patches on the hole. Because I know that somewhere where you live. And I do not know you. The flames rise high chimneys, the laurel leaves cats mate. In the middle of the night's darkness, the sun sets, depression and silent again dominates me. Because I know that somewhere where you live And here I do not know.
Seattle at night Here I would like to say that I love as well as my grandmother, who was dead and that is perhaps even more time, I will mention, because believe me, I really have no idea what will happen next ...
Somewhere in the city Above the town black orange glow We, the faithful few dazzles face. Only the sounds of drumming ingots into silence when the city still sleeps, he still breathing. Above the dark morning to hear the lamentation from the wheels and rails, wagons rumble and games of cat screams into the silence. Ostrava is still sleeping, breathing Ostrava. I look at the sky, it is red, with the idea of you eat a wonderful dream A woman like a flower of roses out of paper The world as ice patches on the hole. Because I know that somewhere where you live. And I do not know you. The flames rise high chimneys, the laurel leaves cats mate. In the middle of the night's darkness, the sun sets, depression and silent again dominates me. Because I know that somewhere where you live And here I do not know.
Seattle at night Here I would like to say that I love as well as my grandmother, who was dead and that is perhaps even more time, I will mention, because believe me, I really have no idea what will happen next ...
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