make me blind..

bless for you who do not see. that's what i thought. better to live in world with closed eyes not to see the cruelty, the unfairness, the dehet black color over the little white point.

it is difficult to open eyes and to do something, to fight, to become wounded, to heal and fight again.. it is more difficult to say something than stay silent..

it seems, that i am loosing the pieces of my family.. slowly parts of the rest become sick and rotten, slowly they are falling down to my feet where they scream while getting sliced by the good energy into pieces apart from my body, like leaving feelings, like good memories, like everything i was hoping for..

it is easy to turn back to them, to do not talk with them, to tell them to go and not to return.. but it is very difficult to forgive, to do not play the same game as they play..

it is in you..

don't give up.. nothing.. it is always so, that life prepares the most difficult way, the thing is not to give it up.. always when i am reading a book and i experience a feeling.. a feeling of joy, a feeling from my dreams..

the problem is, usually when we finish a book, we put it to the library and forget about the feeling, about the energy brought in one sentence.. about the story, the story we would like to live through, the places we would like to visit, the people we would like to know, situations we would like to experience..

nothing is worse than doing nothing.. if we do nothing we lost all the chances.. we become older and the time is just passing by..

we can try, we can live, we can decide.. only thing what we need to do is believe in ourselfs.. just believe..

it was a looong time..

it was a looong time when i was dreaming about the pleasures of life.. usually the time comes when you did not experience your heart pleasure.. if you once tasted a delicious ice cream, you dream about the ice cream, to taste it once again. if you met a beautiful woman, you dream about meeting her again. you remember her perfume, what she wore, her smile, the spark in her eyes..

pleasure of my heart is to dream about the snowflake white skin, deep blue eyes playing with the truth like kiddo on a swing, read vampir lips telling you to take them, to kiss them, to let them touch your skin.. little ears, those who so much like to wear a beautiful earring, neck asking for attention always when the hair let you see the skin there, fingers, so unique that to get a ring for them is a quest for the hero from the old myths. stomach is like a silk lake with so amazing shape that your ears can get blind.. to see her is like to see birth of venus painting.

i am amazed by the beauty, by the power of being pushed down, to admire the God's miracle

myth touching my soul

there are many myths in our lives.. still they are there.. still they are part of our daily routines.. we are living in them, we are taking bath in the myth oceans.. but for now, i'll touch just one of them..

there is someone in my life.. a woman.. and i am not ashamed.. to tell that i love her.. she is the precious for me, she is the one i would give my life for, like in the old roman times, i would be the one fighting for her, like in the greek times, the mythic helen of troy, she is the one i would declare war to the whole world. like saint de exupery's little prince, she is my most precious blooming flower, like botticelli's birth of venus, she is my most beautiful woman..

the myth is still touching our lifes..

far distance relationships..

everybody is telling me.. two things related to far distance relationships.. first is how they are amazed that the frienship, relationship, marriage, love can handle such far distance.. second thing is that far distance relationships doens't work..

i would like to mention few things.. it is not truth that there are no far distance relationships which are not working.. i know.. at least few of them and couples who doesn't need to live through the sorrow of far distance relationships mainly do not feel how the other one is precious..

it is not about the far distance.. it is about the woman, man whom we are in love.. if you feel that he or she is the most beautiful one, the *true* love.. doesn't matter how far you are, if you will fight with all the circumstances to be able to be with him or her, you will be rewarded sweetly!

doesn't mean, that it works without any endeavour, it is pretty difficult.. one thing good to learn is, that the other one is not a matter of course, she or he is a very precious human, someone who is, who breaths, who thinks, who dreams.. it is not for sure that you will stay together if you will not do anything for it, if you will not believe..

everything can be changed.. most of the changes are done by us!

to take responsibility..

of course.. those who were dreaming about the better life have some idea what they would like to have.. their souls were dreaming about it.. about the place where to live.. it seems to be difficult to get there, difficult to achieve such dream..

it is difficult, it is so difficult as we do it.. life is captured in our little steps we are doing towards *something*.. towards our death.. how we will end, what we will feel, being good, or being bad.. that's what we have in our hands.. we cannot blame the others.. poor human who doens't take the decision, the responsibility of th life!

i dream about my life.. many times.. i know how the top of the mountain look like.. it is not always the same top, but the mountain is not changing so much.. the dreams are maybe changing some colors, but the same is in generall the same.. dunno which little step will be the next one.. that must be decided by the current circumstances.. but the path, thats what we can choose..

falling leaves..

there is a beautifully blue sky.. no clouds, just endless blue.. would like to blow a bubble full of ancient spell and give it to the hands of the january breeze, whisper to him that i would like him to carry the bubble to the south-east.. to a girl who loves bubbles.. who loves shells, who loves life.. carry it to her hands and caress her face, give her a gentle kiss on her forehead and whisper her my words..

once the bubble will touch her hands the spell will soak into her skin.. the whole spell is an ancient thought which was always here, and people always dreamt about it.. there is nothing special about it and even if you dont believe in it, you want it.. somebody call it the spice of the life, for somebody it is the purpose of the life, the forms are different and not always joyfull, this ancient thought contains all the flavours of life..

dreams again..

no dreams while i was sleeping. i know that somewhere deep down in my soul, in my mind, there were miracle lands full of fallish and spring time, full of fresh breeze and wood-honey smell was tickeling my nose.. but at the surface it looked very calm..

all the storms, all the good anger i carry in me.. i am trying to live, to live my life with one woman, with the most beautiful one, i feel for her and i believe in her.. i am her friend and i am her love, that's what i feel now.. i cannot be stucked with the thoughts that i will loose her, i need to live and time will reveal me the secrets.. i cannot be focused on many things, because i wouldnt be perfect in all of them, but i can have my main dream and beside it, my little cute dreams..

i love myths and i love history.. i decided and i would like to declare here, to let the words leave my mind and be written somewhere like a law.. i decided to enrich the world, the culture by love, by love to myths, by love to my best friend, to a woman i treasure the most..

i would like to study hungarian mythology, culture, connections.. i would like to leave the hungarian marks for future generations, i would like to live like a humble person, i dont need to be so rich that i wouldnt be able to decide what to buy, but i want to live a nice life, to have time for my love, for my passion, to explore the secrets of life, to do love in the mornings, to take her hand and walk through a forest full of little chapels, to lay in the grass and watch the moving clouds, to protect the most precious one, to drink tea and read books, to swimm in the river, to walk every day, to sit down, look into her eyes and let her read who is she for me..

dear sun, dear luna, stay with me on my way!