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Papagáj

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Som papagáj, mám na Antilách krov,
no bývam vo štvorcovej cele mága,
vôkol mňa banky, mapy, starý plagát,
starecký kašeľ, súboj budíkov.

V zakliatom čase, v spleti výkrikov
a v lesku zraku, čo jak kord sa jagá,
čechrá si krídla odvaha i pliaga
a ja sa bijem s vidinami sov.

Nech! No keď pod takúto smutnú klenbu
príde sem myslieť na karty a ženbu
zhýralec v zlatom plášti parádnom,

mne koráb v tichom zálive sa marí,
spomínam na slnko a nadarmo
chcem z mysle vyhnať mrzké šarivari.


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