sobota, 18 sierpnia 2012

A visit /Hungry I am




Over the soaring hills, proud palaces and churches claim their place
White angels of towers are dancing in the mists of dawn
Here, on the other bank, each building wants to embrace
And reflect the beauty of its twin town, beauty never gone

Running on my sore feet, running to chase the ghosts
My reflection in the windows with such pursuit always boasts

Over the cobbled streets, people flow in the quest to find joy or clue
Stop under colourful umbrellas to remember what they're running for
The chains carry the steel desire to glue what wasn't one but two
Time that's been always dissolving fast now is spreading slow


Running on my sore feet, running to chase the ghosts
My reflection in the windows with such pursuit always boasts

Under the mirror of water, the hole in the ground, tempting us, lurks
Accommodating dark-skinned rappers, pharaohs and winemakers
With lips still sweet of tasting the liquors from ashes, and his quirks
And his eyes of a murderer make me wonder, and my body flutters

...
Flutters to the rythm leading to a catastrophic conclusion
Am I an idiot letting myself fall into illusion?
...


Running on my sore feet, running to chase the ghosts
My reflection in the windows with such pursuit always boasts

...
This will never return, like water in the once blue river....

(from Budapest)



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