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KINGA FABO

SONGSOPTOK THE WRITERS BLOG | 5/15/2015 |




OR YES

To be a sad empty vase
to be a withered flowergirl in a vase
to be a tiny microphone
to be a crawl upon a shoulder
to be a touch of one’s secret
to be become scent his body
to be silent and to remain there
to be a cuddle on a palm
to be a microphone in a body
to be a secret
slow, final and joyous
to be white and foolish
to be and to flee
to be nothing and undetected

(Translated by Michael Castro and Gábor G. Gyukics)


Like It Used To Be
  As the body is torn out of the soul.                
As the soul out of the body.
As it feels rejoicing, deep pleasure.

As two souls, two bodies meet.
As straight out of me into the other me.
Love is what long ago used to be.

(Translated by N. Ullrich Katalin)

[KINGA FABÓ]




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