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       I'll write it: right at the beginning: today I took that big bite: I love Jesus Christ:
because faith is such a beautiful and romantic thing - and I also want to.
       And I was afraid - but fear is such a significant part of love   - we all have to admit
it: I was afraid of not believing in him since childhood:   when we encountered in the church:
but: we didn't joined there - or just once: Lord.       :I am not worthy that you should enter
under my roof: but only say the word... god:   this is probably the most beautiful sentence in
the world (and also: but No, Peťko: I gave you everything: too)      Even then: we didn't
meet in catechism: Little angel: my guard  - not Granny - I believe in the man: thanks: whom I
not feel like a fucking coward: when I can't return those punches: when I'm so trusting:    in
spite of everything that already was: when I'm so stupid good.


       I wouldn't tell anyone else - Lord. When I say so - Lord - I feel the old power that is
in the faith - I am so fragile from a young age and romantic  - and: who of the greatest gurus
was a greater romantic: than a man: who loved his enemies? 
       I chose the poet who did not write anything: and:         was scolding by bushy fertile
metaphors