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Mrazivá jar ako prúdy dažďa dopadajúce na čakajúcu zem. Nemôžem vstrebať všetky budúce lúče, schnem a opäť padám do kaluží. Sklá sa mlžia a rozjasňuje sa nebo, ako keby som nebola ja tou, čo pred mesiacom, a predsa toľko minulých dní a slov a ticho a hluk. A tanec, čo ma čaká a neminie.
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Frozen spring like rain streams falling down onto the waiting ground. I can´t devour all the future beams, I keep drying up and falling back into the puddles. There is vapour on the windows, a shine behind them again as if I wouldn´t have been the same as a month ago, and still so many days have gone in the past and so many words have been uttered and silence and noise. And the dance, waiting for me to be done.
