Waiting (Jakub Stratený)6.6.2013
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Is that how a man looks like?
We're still men.
Yes, we're men. Men is what we are.
Like an old friend abroad,
like when disco stops,
but you dance all way long home alone,
like the stars on the sky,
if moon is under the horizont.
Like your dreams.
They are all dead.
And November is the truly monday of the months.
And coffee without cigarettes is zombie of the pub.