SINGLE DAY POSSIBLE SITUATION

Now I still try to faithfully and humanly practice the life-rhythm of the time of day in the silence that has been familiar for years; the world of disfavored things that often overwhelms the earpiece. In the thinking cerebral cortex, just like in acidic solutions, the photographic negative constantly circulates more than a million fragments of organically integrated memories of Existence, which have taken place and which may still take hold. 

Autumn's rosehip leaves descend with a silent heart; in the stagnant immobility of Time, it is as if only a wandering wanderer-anxious musing, a restless tormenting instinct is only awake to remind the frail, vulnerable person as much as possible of the consolations of the apologies that started to fail, the promises made with frequent handshakes, the preserved promises, the opportunities to meet but missed; the clenched, gnashing teeth of every spoken and unspoken action suddenly start profusely towards one's head. 

When will romanticism, believed to be eternal, immortal love be able to kindle small fires again?! In ancient times, when the ladies still blushed, like the fruits of ripe apples to every child-fool's compliments, and the gentlemen also preferred to follow the self-evident rules of etiquette, according to which: a lady's favor is not only ostentatious Himchauvinism but greedy desire to possess - but be won by the magic of words. 

On the stretched gray strings of your wires, pitch-black crows nestle like a tired, resigned mother; the Zsivágó wind shakes rags of clouds, while ice-cold silver stars shine in the vast space of distant cosmos. A cheap coin rolls up and down the open, dirty street until someone picks it up; "Head or writing?!" - we could ask, but somehow everyone already senses that this is not the way to survive the uncertain Tomorrows!