back to black

zdravim vas opat z Azie. sam sa pytam, ako som sa sem dostal, no jednoducha odpoved bude, ze oklukou.

mam za sebou 3-mesacny pribeh, ktory sa zlozitejsie sklada do suveti. zvlast v blogu, ktory sa snazi skrizit ucenie Olivera Andrasyho a Paula Coelha (© Zuzana Hlubinova). je to pribeh z Portugalska, kde som necestoval sam, kde bol iny vzduch i ludia, kde bolo slnecno aj sychravo, kde bolo dobre aj zle. niekde v strede ruksaku, v hlbokych utrobach, kam zriedka siaham po ponozky, si ako talizman lomeno casovanu bombu uchovavam konzervu rybacej pasteky z portugalskeho potravinoveho retazca Pingo Doce. chcel by som ju zakopat do zeme a uchovat pre buduce generacie, pretoze je hovadsky dobra.

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zivot rockera

tento clanok som zacal pisat este z Kambodze, ale padal nan prach tak dlho, az je uplne neaktualny ako moj datum narodenia. ale teda takto to zacalo:

poslusne sa hlasim z Kambodze. vlastne nie az tak poslusne, pretoze zijem zivot turistickej celebrity: fetujem pivo, picham si marihuanu, nosim okuliare (to robia dospeli, ci slavni ludia?), palacinky si posypam kokainom a orechy rozbijam vlastnou pecenou zoceleou ziarom pitiek…

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Joseph, the “free” horse

it is morning. Joseph – the free horse, is waking up standing. because horses stand while sleeping. he is thinking. thinking hard – he does not know what is the proper way to live. he does not know what to do with his life. “how to use this marvelous horse potential?” he thinks. he cannot decide what to become – whether to be a politician, a sportsman or an artist. he does not know how to make the world a better place, by his standards of course. all other horses are spending their time feeding, running and mating. they are simple and happy horses. “unconscious ignorants”, he thinks. but Joseph is a special and bothered horse, because he does wonder what is the meaning of life.

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