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luca-molnar
luca-molnar
Hungarian Flying somewhere over the rainbow, sewing back the shadow of the broken Hungarian heart, trying to drop pomegranate-seeds everywhere...
Ma este csak hozzád lenne türelmem Együtt eltemetni az egész világot És csak egy éjszákára elhinni azt, Hogy nem lett elrontva a teremtés És minden a helyén van. De mivel a teremtésbe valahol hiba csúszott, Egyedül vagyok ma este.
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Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 2:26 PM UTC
Tökéletlen
You're ******* on oysters I guess I've been opening them for you for a long while now But you're getting greedier and greedier You're not waiting for my cold white hands To crack open the oyster shells So you leave me there With aching and bleeding hands And you crawl deeper and deeper into the ocean Until you disappear from my eyes And it's not you who's eating the oysters It's the ocean that ferociously swallows you
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Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 2:17 PM UTC
Seafood
Elkésett angyalokkal számolom és aztán csigavonalba rendezem a homokóránk pergő gránátalmamagjait Az egész olyan, mintha egyszer már megtörtént volna Csak már nem emlékszem, hogyan kezdődik Megfordíthatnám újra a homokórát És ihatnám tovább a tekilát Az angyalokkal, akik már túl részegek De én hányok helyettük Ők élvezik, én meg félek
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Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 1:03 PM UTC
Gránátalma-szonettek 6.
maybe I'm not ready yet for you we need patience until our dreams come true I know that I'm the one who needs more time I beg you to wait and I promise that I'll make you mine you're so perfect that I don't dare to touch you you're so innocent that I feel guilty every time I see you my reason is fighting a battle with your passion but one day you'll be my eternal obsession
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Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 12:59 PM UTC
not yet
I will look for you. And I will cry the rain that fills the rivers that wash away your footprints in the black and rich soil of our home that feeds us and has borne us onto the same ground where we first met and where I will never find you again.
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Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 12:54 PM UTC
How it was meant to be
Still wearing the knickers of last night His taste is still in your mouth You had it all for one hour But you've lost more, the sweet has turned sour If you ever see him again He won't recognise you, won't know your name or if he does it hurts even more Your dignity's gone and burns in shame
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Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 12:46 PM UTC
Walk of Shame
Such a beautiful night. Such a beautiful moon. Such a beautiful life. - And there's no-one to share it with.
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Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 12:43 PM UTC
Full Moon
My pomegranate-tree was in blossom. It was covered in orange-red blooms, each of which was hiding a secret inside, waiting for the bees. But the bees never came. The promise of growing fruit fell on the hard dry ground with the orange-red petals and broke into pieces. The promise of love evaporated with the morning dew of 13th July and disappeared. Left. My beautiful tree was abandoned. It stood there bloomless, fruitless, hopeless. It used to be the queen of the garden, but now it's crying. And it is looking forward to next spring. Maybe then...
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Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 12:42 PM UTC
The Pomegranate-Sonnets 5.
I'm no creep. I'm no ***** I'm no **** You make me believe in something I don't want. I'm hiding my face, although you're blind. Why do we **** it up every single time? People just pass through me and leave for ever. You just pass through people and leave for ever. You're no better than I am, but no worse either.
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Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 12:34 PM UTC
Slam
Leave me then. But I will keep her. We have both created her, You and me We have both given our blood, You and me She is made of You and me And I could never **** any part of you As I have always loved you And I will always love you And you will always love me - the part of you in her.
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Nov 14, 2011
Nov 14, 2011 at 2:30 PM UTC
Grace