Bad attitude

  
Against joy and pain - I have known for a long time - I am stripped and defenseless! The teachers made me kneel on the ground as a child, when the others whistled Mórickás jokes in my ears. Horologically cut almond eyes, ashy Cleopatra-exoticism surrounded the Beloved when I first fell in love with him, and then more and more Jing and Yang, Alpha and Omega Angels, sinful saints came before me, and it would have been so good to search for the secret of beating hearts instead of stripped-down instinctual longing and get to know

Ordas Times broke a gallant and merciless stick over my head, and while out there in the grotesque-absurd world, more and more fame-thirsty minute men appeared one after another - until then, the idea of ??silent messengers and prophets wanting to testify lost its validity.

Like a knife-blade sharpened on a stone for five minutes, I also had the opportunity to make cheap people fall ingloriously on the dirt-altars of sky-shaking finales every day. The performance, the culture that is about to be renewed, is already lying down and dying!

Artists are put to sleep with prank attempts, while others are poked out in the eyes with crouched alms. Where have all the free thinkers with such an innovative spirit disappeared who, in the name of universal empathy and tolerance, could still sweeten the polymath intellectuals, lone wolf poet-giants?!

Face to face, what petty, vile underworld games are going on between committed writers who have gained fame, while the real Hamlet and Harlequin characters are lightly forgotten, swept under the carpet, only to be rediscovered five hundred or even a thousand years later.

Those who have surpassed such and such a level of their own age could make the subject of their consideration the emigration due to homesickness in the direction of opportunities!