#hungarian lit

…and they scream, but this screaming, this darkness, their mouths and their eyes cannot be spoken of now, only

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…do you hear? do you hear this dark strength? this terrifying beauty?

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…I only think about today, for me there is no tomorrow, for me there is no future, because every day is the last day, and

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…and with this heart he looked at the landscape, and he looks at it now too, and it is with this heart that he sees now

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Generally I do not believe in dates, things flow into each other and grow out from each other, the whole thing proceeds

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and just water and water everywhere, and memories and memories, no matter where he looked, and the sadness, the pain in

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he watched and he listened, he asked nothing of anyone, and no one asked anything of him, the silence within him

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