CROSS-HEARING BETWEEN DOGS
There may be no room for anyone on the streets; confused, cacophonous hurricanes of sound make the good people stupid, a few jerk wild animals hook the mother-in-law who is approaching ninety, the flower seller asks fifty thousand forints for a bouquet of orchids. On both sides, the boundary line of shadow and Death is congested, prostituted, disfigured mannequins weep in storefronts with broken windows.
Some thugs get out of their luxury SUV, which they park spectacularly; they are bragging and joking among themselves in their seventies. They wear revolver ball necklaces around their bull necks. The buzzing beehive pool of trophy women is regularly overturned. In the lunar courtyard of the discotheques, they sell another cool sugar cube powder, which makes the secret alchemy of the structure quite hyperactive. Eighteen-year-old street car racers drift at 240 km/h. The dog fair parade took place again on the market square: Was there only once a dog fair in...
KNOTS OF TRIALS
Have you ever been told that you have a bad approach to things?! Not the betrayal of the unattainable, unwinnable Happiness, nor the series of gawking, ass-licking accolades, the cheap success-hunting attitude measured in a fraction of a moment, - only the complex relationships of Being are really important. Just this current day, when neither dementia nor Alzheimer's have yet infected the channels of your brain.
Only the laughing laughter woven from true pearls on the lips of your Beloved would be important, the lazy, buzzing indulgence in the shadow of immortal Loves. Only pity is important, humility, only painful beauty, with which you can follow the coordinates of fleeting things and memories for a short time, wondering where, where did they go?! Only the struggling perspective of everyday life is important, what else can stay by your side, and who will become their traitors?!
At measured intervals, they also arrive at your house regularl...
EXAMPLE OF RELATIONS
Looks like you've had enough of the World. But in such a way that you would prefer to tie yourself to the very first tree, or take medicine that works without pain. You can work, you can sweat so much that you are tired of self-loathing, knowing that nothing will change, even if the hell eats, you won't be able to get ahead of the slouching, slouching, slouching Stróman candidates. You are well past the middle of your life; you wanted to hold on, but you preferred to let them hang on wherever they could.
Your peace of mind would be better ended by a true reckoning to yourself; wandering from one Existence to another as an eternal stranger. Your soul - even if it's not so inferior, commissar - sooner or later, like the raw snake skin, it will peel off to the bone. Unexpected outbursts and desperate acts line your routes at every age. If you don't pay enough attention, the sour milk will just bubble up in your throat, but the harmful b...
UNLOCKING TRUST
The One-Somebody might be waiting for you somewhere. Satisfied, happy-sad moments await somewhere. Somewhere - you can know, because you can feel it - a strange-secret cogwheel is turning around your Life; a motionless glass ball in which you are also inside, not just a group of wretched minute-men ready to joke around.
Somewhere, the music of the squinting raindrops hits between the symmetries of your face, and the sure suspicion, like the heartbeat of a bud, feels the fulfillment of immortal romances in the body of the other. It is true that Time's deluge of executioner-smelling water has often unfairly swept you away and crushed you; in your clumsy, stumbling, hesitant movements, there was always the preordained useless impulse to defend yourself. The sign of Sagittarius is constantly evolving and changing - and yet Fate has never been kind to you.
It would be nice if someone else would pay attention to your water-sounding taps inside. Be ...
LIMITS OF PROPORTIONS
With clenched, abscessed, snarling teeth, like a long-suffering one who settled for life and pain forever, searching for the cognizable puzzle, I am chasing and chasing the hidden riddle every day, moving through infinity. And because the honest, glowing weight of passion binds me and keeps me captive in a curious hunger, I search for the secret spiral lines of the knowable proportion.
The proportions: the real, the secret, perhaps even invertible, which trembles at me in the inner wildness of the soul, incessantly visible and legible, and flickers there with its midsummer lights behind the solidified forehead of reason; my brain is still slumbering silently in the tunnels of my brain, - but you can always know your mission things if you have to confess! – The melancholic clash of the invisible depths in the open is stretching the limited, half-finished envelopes of my destiny. My transparent, crystal-clear eyes, who look in without sparin...
ENTER
Through the mysterious
Open doors with no locks nor keys
Not a place
Not recognizable
Not an event
The Enter is too nowhere
Far out within
Once you Enter, there is no way out
You have arrived
Can’t get out
Can’t yell for help, the walls are enforced against sound
All you can do is move about
Mind wonders
Eyes wanders
Nowhere through never was
Stumbled on something you never knew
Your curiosity wants to learn more
You know no more than you know now
You entered the portal of nowhere
IT IS BASED ON INTERESTS
The longest preparation in a lifetime; clinging to hearts, Who on Earth were you?! Where did you belong? Who helped you? Who raised me from the dust of yellow lands, when did the need call?! I wonder how many true friends you could have left on one hand?!
Even though they are playing outside - so many devil horns are visible: it's good to see, even if they don't want to; deceit and a hidden bed in which many people lie. Fate designates the paths we must follow, and against which, no matter how much we want, no one can do anything, no one can rebel.
Rhymes and fist shakers flocked here again. The age of Caesars usurping the throne between sullen faces will last a little longer.
I'm sorry man - your manipulated face doesn't look warped; a mild insanity burns beneath your deep dark eastern eyes. Your obsession that you can have a pension, insurance, and happy old age can no longer be protected by any amount of money, since ...
SHOW ME THE WAY TO THE WIZARD
Moment leaving OZ
Ah
Follow the yellow brick road
Directions being told
Walking and walking on caution
500 Miles to Wizard Castle
The Directional Arrow is going crazy pointing in all directions of North, South, East and West
Which way?
I guess use my own judgement in getting to the Wizard
I heard the Wizard is mysterious and often gets furious
I certainly don’t want to be curious
Then again, it sounds serious
That Wizard better have respect when I arrive, no jive
I will not be in for any of his foolishness
Wisdom, help me out here
This is all I got to preserver
Wouldn’t you know it, it is starting to Thunder and the rain is pouring
I need to get out of the rain
There’s a tree I can duck in
I am hungry, and I see an apple and I will pick
That tree branch stick slapped m...
NO NETS, NO ROPES
The filth-waterfalls of obscene, ugly-speech come out of the mouths of girls' cat-wicked-cows after being whipped and then splashed out; cascades of flame-spitting words follow each other, while they themselves laugh a rainbow of sounds and tastes drunk from the cheap promises of success and money. Because all compliments, niceties, and romance have become nothing to be thrown away - and nowadays time is bleeding early in the swamp of difficult, bittersweet weekdays.
In life, a careerist dream can rarely be trusted again, if even a spark of hope claws at wounds and spits ashes instead of empathy and tolerance. A rough blanket, or just a Canossa mockery, would fit the current existence, which is bleeding from more and more wounds and is always irrelevant.
Every sly, false movement, fluttering of eyelashes honestly bleeds. Today, no one can rely on himself; he is lured by stupid career dreams and fools his deliberately brainwashed mi...
FALLING BEING SEQUENCES
Behind me, the outlines of the beginning Summer are already visible on the emerald-colored trees. I carry in the ancient cave of my breast the ticking minute of the atomic bomb, which may perhaps be equal to the last judgment. The light-germs of visions are fading in me, and I still can hardly understand whether I was a regular passenger-guest passing through this globe, or just a tolerated Stranger?! It is like a map of veins in bodies, and the uncertain Fate, which no one can know, runs through it.
My life is already empty like a bucket, the thirsty time has come. The law of the world urges him to go far, just like most restless wanderers, who do not yet know where, where - but set off on a long, distant journey alone. How suddenly the terrible loneliness of orphanhood appears in my eyes.
Being in infinite Time is nothing more than someone who looks up at the sarcastic facts of everyday life. then it falls into the dug cesspools of ravines. I c...