One walk - grey

einmal aufs... Deutsches TV

Einmal diese sehr bedeutende moment vor dem Fernseher.
Woraus kam diese schauspieler, ein no-man's land in sich selbst
Auf dem bildschirm der Ungarisches Fernsehen - ein gespräch,
Was mit einer Puppe der Papst unterhaltet wurde, inzwischen
der schnelle spiel ein gewaltätige fluss aus plurale sendungen
Was der rede mit der Puppe der Dalaï - Lama uns gebracht hat,
inzwischen ein paar tränen - ich dachte "jetzt ist's!" - Fernsehen,
ist wie dieser traum, fernzusehen, und der andere immer mehr.
Plötzlich kam dann der SAT1 reklam, und ich hab' nichts kapiert,
das war verloren, aber eine träne hat uns ein paar nebel geholt.

Freeze

Family colours and Christmas lights - December 2007

One is colourful, expressive, presence and warmth,
interior designs made to feel at home despite the challenging portraits hanging on the walls.
Carpets flourishing from a wall whose sick colour reminds me of nostalgia.
A warm stove awaiting in the kitchen, where the cat meets the grandpa,
Feelings of home as old as history died.

On the way back you fall upon a sight of Bethlehem's worth,
Attracting hundreds of nearby villagers in a garden of plastic feelings
Artifice of plastic rituals, an export of distaste or eccentric choice of art
Where the romantic lights of our old people's theaters burn out
Into a platonic cave of emptiness, an ironic sea of rien du tout?
A nice provocation...

St Patrick's day

Green days of whispering images
Conversation with the writers of our years
words spilled out on the counter
love more, and more than ever

New Year's concert - National Concert Hall - Budapest

Dixieland jazz band with three of the best Hungarian choirs.
Standing at the top, with the friends of musicians and choir singers invited as we were for this posh celebration. Impressed by the orchestration of the music, impressed by the discipline of musicians.
Dixieland is a place for Christmas songs, sounds for moments of renewal, for breath in the face of rapid change. Hungary, crossroad for the sounds of previous invasions, previous travels.
Breathing, this music settles itself like a Hun's tent in the plains of Pest.

Cold blue roads

Resonating like the chime of a jazzy ride
Killing movement, adorning silence
Echoes of lost ancestors in the grey shade
Miles of young stones building our roads
Cold blue Roads
Roads that chime

Road on, road on - Riders on the cold

Bejárat -> <-Bejárat

Bejárat means...
"Entry" - you can imagine the sight of this door left me very puzzled and trying not to aim at the meeting point of those two authoritarian arrows. Which one to trust?
Eventually one of them decided to open, but it seemed more like spontaneous reasoning to me than technical decisions made in advance.
So I did make a fool of myself, but then everyone likes a good small "post-socialist" cliché once in a while.