Už zas trhat ve snách bledé lilie
už zas jíti do kavárny Slavie
už zas srkat každodenní černou kávu
už zas míti stesk a nachýlenou hlavu
už zas nespát už zas nemít záruky
už zas pálit vše co přijde do ruky
už zas slyšet tóny tlumeného pláče
už zas mít svůj stín hazardního hráče
Naše životy jsou jako noc a den
na shledanou hvězdy ptáci ústa žen
na shledanou smrti pod kvetoucím hlohem
na shledanou sbohem na shledanou sbohem
na shledanou dobrou noc a dobrý den
dobrou noc
sladký sen
Extract from the poem Edison by Vítězslav Nezval
One of the places I went to last weekend was also cafe Kavárna Slavia. Although it has become very touristic, I can still feel the magic of the place where poems were written, songs were composed, pictures were painted and the Czech history could be observed from its windows. Recommended by my friend Rene, I had the best pancakes in my life - with fresh figs, lemon ice-cream, maple syrup and chopped almonds for cca 4€. He had the classic version with cottage cheese and strawberries.
One of the places I went to last weekend was also cafe Kavárna Slavia. Although it has become very touristic, I can still feel the magic of the place where poems were written, songs were composed, pictures were painted and the Czech history could be observed from its windows. Recommended by my friend Rene, I had the best pancakes in my life - with fresh figs, lemon ice-cream, maple syrup and chopped almonds for cca 4€. He had the classic version with cottage cheese and strawberries.
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