(HUN)
Ma január tizennégy, csütörtök. A város ahova az angyalok meghalni járnak… itt, Temesvár vagyok. Régen, nagyon régen, egy angyal szállt ide, a háború városába, hogy megérintsen szárnyával. Az égből azonban tűzes nyílvesszők hullottak es megölték. ĺgy halnak meg az angyalok. A halálhoz közeledve, ők ide szállnak, a szerelem temetőjének városába… Temesvárnak szentelve (A háború városanak)
(ENG)
A long, long time ago an angel came into the city of war so he can touch me with his wing, so he can love in the way that angels love mortals. But he didn’t know that here, all angels die, all of them. Outside the city was their cemetery, an enormous cemetery where white rotten wings could be seen hanging out of the wet ground. The keeper of the ground is probably the only angel that managed to survive, God knows how, so he got old taking care of the graves. Sometimes it rained with drops of poisoning blood, sometimes with flaming arrows, only drops of pain, never the water as we know it. Here, my angel died, here where love is killed with stones. I am the blindman from the edge of a world that never ends who cried in this city of war a love that, someday, just for a moment, made me see the beautiful colour of light…
Dedicated to Temeschwar fortress (city of war)
