LEVENTE
SZENTE B.
SUPPRESSED THOUGHTS
they came
every day later
nobody
...........
There are
the died ones
............
Maybe
comes nobody
.......
nevertheless
I’m dressing up
Xxx
I grew around myself
Like the pure night
In the snake which enwound a tree
And I was born
From virgin women’s lap
Into your world
Like fear
In the thoughts
Of a tired god
Xxx
We don’t know ourselves
It’s the reason we hang names
On each--other
TRANSLATED BY ISTVÁN DABI
LEVENTE SZENTE B.
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