The garden’s known for its rose.
The vine is famous for its wine.
The poet’s famed for own dreams
luxuriant in foreign lands.
I’ve seen a spring of real love
burst in the heart of desert sands, –
mirage so fabulous to let
the angels guard it day and night!
On stage in Hungary, too bold,
reciting poems – dreams of Him,
with all my heart, I’d like to burst
into a myriad of flames!
I’m piercing spaces with my voice,
the worlds are narrow and cramped,
“Let me exchange my royal robe
for dreams of spring in Budapest!”
September 15, 2011, Hungary
Будапештский сон. A dream in Budapest
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