Ivana Kleinová

The calling of a heron, the bleating of a deer, the singing of water, the touch of clay, clay in the mouth. Thirst. It takes me a long time to get to you. Many times I walk through the forest and touch the dirt with my bare feet. I can hear your muscles moving but you're not here. I see you. I feel the kiss and the taste of forest colours and scents as thin as the sounds from everywhere. Surrounded by a kiss, resting on the ground.

I bathed my soul in cinnamon tea. Cigarette smoke. I was gently fanned by the salty breeze on the shore of something. The horizon stretched in the distance. I now sit on it like a horse and drink the memory. No photos remained, only places, breeze and stones. The feeling of my old body that will be forever young. I water my soul with cinnamon tea.

It's good to find yourself and your pack again. To pour the truth into your eyes and be really here and now. Both head and body immersed in the present. Together.

There are days right here and right now, completely different from those before. When you woke up in the morning and you were dreaming. Now the most important thing is that sleeps are sleeps and dreams are dreams. Sometimes the most beautiful roads were the ones you just walked along and they always led you somewhere. Now it's the most beautiful thing when you know that the one you're walking with is following your footsteps - even if you don't know where they'll lead. Here on the swing and now in the puddle. Here and now is the most beautiful with you.

The first flowers from you were carnations. It was a long time ago and those were the most velvety moments. Heads still buried in each other and sunset colours and everything that is not important. Only those carnations and you are important!

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How do you manage to get lost between my fingers, dreams and days? Loud summer, gray autumn. I no longer believe in those sweet raspberry lips, in falling into unknown nights, in you. I'll get a tattoo in the colour of your hazel eyes and hide in the sweet haze of ignorance.

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