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Poem in Hungarian and English

I don't...

I don't have my words anymore.
I've kept them locked up safe in a box
To have them there when they're needed.
I don't have most of my words anymore.
With every day I'm alive I get closer to
Losing them all...

I Eat Air

One day, if I've been eating air long enough,
I'll be transparent and angelweight.
The wind catches me and lets me go
Wherever it wishes... It can be in the middle of
your self.
I'll be the dark cloud that hides
The gleaming sun.

One day, if I've been eating air long enough,
I'll be able to see into people's souls.
I'll know every hidden evil thought.
With every day I get deeper and deeper... Slowly I
become you.
I'll be a torturing thought that washes away
The smile from your face.

One day, if I've been eating air long enough,
I'll be adequately transparent,
A cold wind is going to catch me and
If it wishes... won't ever let me go.
Then I'll find you, cling to your hair and
Slowly steal your life away.

01. 24-26. 2003

Poem in Hungarian and English