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26 mai 2008
1
26
/05
/mai
/2008
20:09
It is with some salt that I papered my bed
I put some salt in my bread
I gleaned my memories,
my senses on fields of salt.
Since, friend of crystals,
my soul knows only the dreams
and I navigate, fly, without my body
as formerly, among celestial bodies...
Since, many mountains were built,
Since,the world became more salty
The big souls often stumbled
Bitterly, many comedies wasted away.
I put some salt in my bread
I gleaned my memories,my senses on fields of salt.
Since, friend of crystals,
my soul knows only the dreams
and I navigate, fly, without my body
as formerly, among celestial bodies...
Since, many mountains were built,
Since,the world became more salty
The big souls often stumbled
Bitterly, many comedies wasted away.
Laszlo Mindszenti
Budapest 1952
Budapest 1952
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