AS THE GRASS WAS GREEN

Když jsem s B. byla na tomto výletě cítila jsem se úžasně. Teď se cítím velmi špatně, ať už kvůli světovým nebo osobním děním, ale nikdy si nepřestanu v hlavě opakovat, že jsem loterii života nevylosovala tak špatně. Chtěla bych vyjádřit můj smutek, žal a poslat modlitbičky, ale napsané na virtuální stránce mi to přijde umělé.

When I was on the trip with B. I felt amazing. Now, I'm feeling pretty miserable, either due to a global or personal events, but I won't ever stop repeating in my head that I haven't drawn lots bad in a lottery of life. I would like to express my sadness, grief and send prayers, but written on the virtual blogspot page it seems fake.

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 Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs

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 About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green

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  The night above the dingle starry,
          Time let me hail and climb

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 Golden in the heydays of his eyes 

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 And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns 

And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves 

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Trail with daisies and barley
     Down the rivers of the windfall light

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„Dobrého je v řádu světa víc; ale to zlé člověk cítí silněji.“                   -T. G. Masaryk

"The good things happen more often in a world order; but evil feel human stronger. "                   -T. G. Masaryk

The title is by my favorite poet Dylan Thomas from my favorite poem Fern Hill.