Let's try something different. Rather than facts and figures, here are some words that help me enjoy the memory of Prague. I think they're written in a way somewhere between "lyrics of a song" and a riddle. See what you think, I find it fun and strangely interesting :)
Red x for return, start where you are
Car parking jet parks save cost over time remember time has cost
Arriving looking, you'll fly back, but heart shapes, and forwards as a pause
Such kind and second livings, for loved ones, felt in words and generosity
With the ksh and the krt and the provti and the schtm, listen to the smile of tension, it's not so forced, just spoken
Days awake in golden glow, glowing red shades of Pompei upon nightfall naturally lit by empathetic conversation
Facial features noticeably local and more not so. architecture of diversity, diversity of architecture
Policie contribute blue in sirening contrast, feeling prepared and protected, but from what. Unknown of not fearing
Melodious quiet buzzhumm allows a separation of sounds, whizz of a bike, putter of a car, chirp of a bird, click and ding of a cable car, note the laugh of a distant phone call
Porcelain, crystal in seek, even luck in the cards may spin your way
Coloured letters and emotions sprayed below, as you gaze up across the magnificence and tops
The apostles will giggle on the hour if you watch the time that can't be seen, whilst the chords play rightside echoing around you
Michael will take you over, ten stars crosses. Zlata ulicka crossbow bullseye in joyous momentum
Sing play frolic tasting goulash and smoked spinning sugar. Segway between thoughts and places you'll see Let it be. Singing.
May the luck bring you water to cleanse, it may come and go, as we all do, enjoy it's on and off
Curves and spikes proliferate the ancient prayer wedding spaces of time and love. Sensing the whole city walking mindful the path back balcony like Florence Michelangelo
Don't look for time, it isn't lost. Connect to your disconnected self finding what you seek. Integrate moments in freedom, worry not the lovely pursuit of past and future. The dungeon is real, spirit paddle bouyantly to sunset of renewal.
Such sweet momentary pass, come again!
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