New York (Slovak)
Na vodorovnom zrkadle vystretého zálivu trčia hroty hranatého mesta zabodnuté priamo do hviezdnatej oblohy.
V ligotavom mori lámp nádherne stroskotávajú flirtujúce flitrové lodičky na tvojich vzrušujúcich nohách plávajúcich v podpalubí večerných brokátových šiat.
Odrazu sme nezvestní ako ihly v labyrinte staniolu.
Niektoré veci berieme osobne - siahodlhé limuzíny, vypĺznuté veveričky v Central parku a kovové telo mŕtvej slobody.
V New Yorku sa predovšetkým stmieva.
Zažne sa trblietavá tma.
Tisícramenný luster veľkomesta píše každý večer na lesklý povrch vody Einsteinov odkaz o rýchlosti svetla.
A ešte predtým súmrak zaplaví strieborné plátno newyorskej oblohy hektolitrami hollywoodskej krvi.
Kam siaha ríša z mramoru a zo skla? Kam mieria rakety štíhlych mrakodrapov?
Boh si kupuje hot dog na dne šesťdesiatposchodovej ulice.
Boh je černoch a miluje sivú farbu betónu.
Narodil sa syn samého seba v papierovej škatuli od najnovšieho typu otroka. Uploaded by | Répás Norbert |
Publisher | CCW Bratislava |
Source of the quotation | Buď vôňa tvoja, ISBN 80-968788-0-8 |
Bookpage (from–to) | 08-09 |
Publication date | 2002 |
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New York (English)
In a horizontal mirror of the spreading bay the points of the angular city are piercing the starry sky.
In the glittering sea of lamps flirtatious sequenced boats capsize marvelously at your attractive legs as they swim in the lower deck of a brocade evening dress.
Suddenly we are lost like needles in a labyrinth of a tinfoil.
Some things we take personally – stretched limousines, molting squirrels in the central Park and the metal body of a dead freedom.
It’s getting dark In New York.
The glittering darkness lights up.
The thousand-armed chandelier of the mega city writes Einstein’s message about the speed of light every evening on the gleaming surface of the water.
Just before dusk the silver screen of New York sky is flooded with hectoliters of Hollywood blood.
Where does the empire of glass and marble strive? Where do the slim rockets of the skyscrapers aim?
God is buying a hot dog at the bottom of a sixty-story street.
God is black and loves the grey color of concrete.
Son was born from himself in a paper box from the newest sort of a slave.
Uploaded by | Répás Norbert |
Source of the quotation | pavoljanik.sk |
Publication date | 2002 |
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