13 January 2009By Comments Off on Ki viszi át…?In Misc
Nagy László:
KI VISZI ÁT A SZERELMET
Létem ha végleg lemerűlt,
ki imád tücsök-hegedűt?
Lángot ki lehel deres ágra?
Ki feszül föl a szivárványra?
Lágy hantu mezővé a sziklacsípőket
ki öleli sírva?
Ki becéz falban megeredt
hajakat, verőereket?
S dúlt hiteknek kicsoda állít
káromkodásból katedrálist?
Létem ha végleg lemerűlt,
ki rettenti a keselyűt!
S ki viszi át fogában tartva
a Szerelmet a túlsó partra!
Laszló Nagy:
WHO WILL CARRY LOVE OVER ( Traslation by Peter Szabo)
My soul if at last for ever sinks,
who will love the cricket- violins?
Who’ll breath flames on frosty branch?
on rainbows who’ll be forever stretched?
Who will love crying the rock- hips
silently, to become soft lumped fields?
Who’ll coddle, coming out of walls, these
fountains of hair, arteries?
And for ruined believes whose force
will build cathedrals out of curse?
My soul if at last for ever sinks,
who will deter hawks over the seas!
Who will with his teeth, in high tide,
take Love over to the other side!
16 December 2008By Comments Off on MockingbirdIn Life
I’m sure the tram which I go to work with is mocking me. In the opposite direction trams after trams coming like a f*****g caravan. I’m not joking, one minute – 3 trams.
And in my direction? Guess? 10 minutes/tram. I just so hate public transportation sometimes…
My parents have recently celebrated their 25 years of marriage. Unbelievable, isn’t it? And my mom got a diamond ring from my father. After all these years, 2 kids, two houses, two successful carriers.
I wonder if I could experience that as well. Because I want to. I want to live my life with my wife ’till we die, love her with all my hart, want to raise our children, live in peace, have close friends who are always there for me and vice versa. I want to live my life just like anybody else without any fear, resentment or refusal.
Is it just a dream? Or the question subconsioucly popping in my mind: do I deserve it?
27 November 2008By Comments Off on DistractionsIn Music
Fancy a big house
Some kids and a horse
I can not quite, but nearly
Guarantee, a divorce
I think that I love you
I think that I do
So go on mister, make Miss me Mrs you.
I love you, I love you, I love you, I do
I only make jokes to distract myself
From the truth, from the truth.
Fancy a fast car
A bag full of loot
I can nearly guarantee
You’ll end up with the boot
I love you, I love you, I love you , I do
I only make jokes to distract myself
From the truth, from the truth.
I love you, I love you, I love you , I do
I only make jokes to distract myself
From the truth, from the truth.
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