June, 2018, Everness Festival– I just arrive to the handpan workshop, where we had the chance to try the instrument which is shaped like a UFO. This was the moment when I saw Milán, who was also attending the workshop…. Continue Reading →
Me and My Angel It feels strange at first, stirring me up.Hidden attraction is bursting out.We smile at each other, the fire is lighting up.A sincere moment is diving into a long make-out.You hug me closely, I feel your scent.I… Continue Reading →
A feeling, a sentence, a poem about the lovers which was born in a minute in Hungarian in 2016. Later, I translated it into English. Lovers Wishing the closeness,Opening their arms,Then weaving together,Welded into one,Skin touching skinWith caress and whispering,Smoothly… Continue Reading →
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