You run

The goal has been set.

The years greet smiling,

or just nod glumly,

and some of them

don't even notice you,

hurrying ahead.

You are always strong,

when need be, but then,

put down the mask,

walk on among the clouds…

A runaway god.

Forgetting about

the fight, the target,

Heaven, Hell or

whatever… Only for

a moment... And then,

you run on again.

Rohansz

Rohansz, a célt már kitűzted.

Az évek feléd

intenek nevetve, vagy épp

csak biccentenek egyet mogorván,

és néhány észre sem vesz, úgy

fut melletted el.

Erős vagy mindig,

ha kell, de aztán elteszed

a jelmezt, sétálsz tovább a felhők

között – egy szökött isten. S ha

már semmid sincsen,

rájössz, az út volt a lényeg.

Park of the Festetics Palace, Dég

Photos from the palace

Face in the mirror

staring mirror
an unknown face
unknown wrinkles
an unknown race

years have crusted
around my eyes
sculptures of the
edge of my mouth

my every fault's
become a stone
this lonely house
is now my home

staring myself
tired and scared
faded shadow
there's nothing else

Tükörben

tükör a falon

egy idegen arc

idegen ráncok

egy idegen harc

szememben lassan

gyűltek az évek

szobrásza lett mind

szám szegletének

hibáim szótlan

kövekké váltak

belaktam rég a

magányos házat

önmagam tükre

riadt szánalom

nincs semmi más csak

egy árny a falon

Festetics Palace, Dég

The photos were taken years ago. The palace is currently under reconstruction,
but its amazing park is visitable.
I'll share some photos of the park next time... :-)

House of haze

My house is made of haze. Moon-pale windows, walls leaning
against the sky...
By the morning, it falls apart to milliard dream-pieces... I build it back
every night...
Staring-pale eyes... I lean my back
to the stars.

Ködpalota

Ködből építettem magányos házamat.
Sápadt ablakok, égnek dőlő falak.

Remegve omlik össze minden reggelen,

S én minden éjszaka újraépítem.

Sápadt ablakok, égnek dőlő falak...

Álomszilánkok szúrják gyönge talpamat.

Fáradt hátamat a Tejútnak vetem,

Bejárja a Hold nagy, lakatra zárt szemem.

Film Studio Fót, Hungary

Our World Tuesday
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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.

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