I tried everywhere, nonstop, day and night, running up steep rocks, hot sands of the desert, in the light and in the czech dark unruly, give up without crossed deep lakes of hypocrisy, he climbed against the raging rivers, did not fear the evil eddies of life, stepped over sudden fog of lies, was not seduced by wealth without dignity, passed between ponds free of immorality, grabbed ropes of intellectual ethic now dissueta, often swam between waves of loneliness, fatigue did not stop him, he realized that life does not often give gifts, she brought him inconsolable wounds, wandered without giving up the hope for what he believed, until the wind within the first wrinkle in the eye and became a large wake of laughter, His voice softened, he took a flute in his hands, brought it to his lips, was an echo of the joy of life, you knew, you were the blonde goddess both sought the truth as he panted. The common man knew from his face, I had just found you and already fled elsewhere, he swept away the myth of Sisyphus, again I was looking for.
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