Zoltán Böszörmény: The Wind
(A szél) Asks me if I lied, then bored, pushes me aside, a lonesome moon lights up the sky. I watch it motionless, it wounds me, I confess, it melts … Continue reading
February 8, 2019 · 1 Comment
Zoltán Böszörményi: The Conscience of Trees
(A fák lelkiismerete) you must appeal to the conscience of trees their calm is the sign of confidence that you’ve coveted for ages even with a budding mind their … Continue reading
September 7, 2018 · 1 Comment
