P-e-d-o-f-u-c-k-p-i-c-t-u-r-e-s

André Masson

What after this life we \u200b\u200bhave to wake up one day here to

terrible din of trumpets and bugles?

Sorry, God, but I console myself thinking

the beginning of our resurrection,

of all the departed,

advertise the simple song of a rooster ...

Then we still lying a moment ...

The first rose

be mom ... The

hear quietly turn the fire quietly

put water on the stove and take

cabinet quietly coffee grinder. We

back home.

Vladimir Holan

(Translated by Clara Janes)

Ps .- I have changed the rooster with a much more awful nice to me last Ana