Thinking of yellow

yearning of the old summer nights

endless gold sunsets, blinking lights
lullabies murmured by the streams
ladder at the rainbow of dreams
odes that we wrote on the waves
world filled with joy and fairy tales

Régi nyarak

régi nyarak, édes gyermekévek

arany naplementék lenn a tónál

vígan fürdő, fürge parti fények

hajnal gyöngyhajából szőtt ökörnyál

vattacukor-felhőcskékbe rejtett

bőrig áztató futó záporok

duruzsoló, ezerszínű kertek

még ma is őrzöm minden álmotok

Pink in the garden

patched with the warmth of July

inked by the high August sky

needled with summer sunrays

kissed by sweet September days

ringatta tavaszi szellő

ódát írt hozzá a nap

zsongtak hajában a méhek

aranyszín felhők alatt

Canvas of memories

(my mama-sewn childhood)


Your smile's on my mouth, it shines in my eyes,

before the needle, gold threads run apart.

Colourful buttons, an army of joy,

roll everywhere all around on the floor.

Into the corner (the place of a sprite),

afternoon sun puts a bouquet of light.

On the black back of the humming cookstove,

memories slumber and tenderly glow.

They melt silently, the old kitchen fades,

time dances his dance, the fabric decays.

Small cotton fluffs float, fly down on my hand,

I mend the canvas as long as I can.

My beautiful mama

Emlékek szövete

(Mama varrta gyerekkorom)

Mosolyod a számon, szememben a fény,
Aranyszálak futnak szét a tű hegyén.
Gurulnak a gombok, tarka hadsereg,
Duruzsoló sparhelt hátán szendereg,
Olvad a sok emlék, megfakul a kép;
Lebomlik a szövet, kis pamutpihék
Némán lebegnek, tenyeremre szállnak...
Ameddig tudom, foltozom a vásznat.

♥ My grandmother and I. I called her "mama". ♥



dVerse

Walks in the flowery-count's garden

"How much happier anonymity is than rank and goddamn social obligations. That is why I think the only way I give meaning to the wealth left to me is by discarding it. If I am the flowery-count, the fool." (Count István Ambrózy-Migazzi)

One of the most beautiful botanical gardens in Hungary is the Jeli arboretum. It can be found in South West Hungary, next to the village Kám. It was established by Count István Ambrózy-Migazzi in 1922.

István Ambrózy-Migazzy (1869 - 1933)

His life goal was to create forever flowering gardens in our area.

The grave of the "flowery-count" is near the arboretum.

On his gravestone, his motto can be read:

"Semper Vireo"

Some photos were taken back in 2004, on a cloudy day, sometimes in drizzling rain... the others were taken in this May, in bright sunny weather... :-)

♥


Fragile dream-fluffs just the stars

of opal-blue midsummer nights,

rocking away in the breeze.

Silent song of the trees

awakens the lazy lake,

rising sun hugs the leaves,

and paints a bridge on the waves.

♥


















Skywatch Friday
Our World Tuesday
WATW

Spring

Shy fairies' sweet smiles,

pearl-tears of blue nights,
raindrops washed footpath,
ink sky rocked pink clouds,
nectarin sundowns,
gentle dance in hearts.

Emlékek szövete

Mama varrta gyerekkorom

Mosolyod a számon, szememben a fény,
Aranyszálak futnak szét a tű hegyén.
Gurulnak a gombok, tarka hadsereg,
Duruzsoló sparhelt hátán szendereg,
Olvad a sok emlék, megfakul a kép;
Lebomlik a szövet, kis pamutpihék
Némán lebegnek, tenyeremre szállnak...
Ameddig tudom, foltozom a vásznat.