Tuesday, 21 December 2010

Hungarian haiku

Palačinta with plums on the patio
As sweet as life – even the train interrupting us
Prompts our palate.



Back to where it began
Changed – yet – but ever-marvelling pilgrims
We are both painters of worlds.




I thank, yet again, and wholeheartedly, Àdàm, Rita, Àrmin and Klàrà. I had such a nice time up there in Nagymaros. 

Köszönöm

Baci Dodo
 

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