KINGA FABO

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]