slingyourhook
I am not a graceful person. I am not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2am, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don’t belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn’t happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don’t see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.
Anna Peters

Nem érti ezt az a sok ember, 
Mi áradt itt meg, mint a tenger? 
Miért remegtek világrendek? 

Egy nép kiáltott. Aztán csend lett. 
De most sokan kérdik: mi történt? 
Ki tett itt csontból, húsból törvényt? 
És kérdik, egyre többen kérdik, 
Hebegve, mert végképp nem értik –
Ők, akik örökségbe kapták –: 
Ilyen nagy dolog a Szabadság?”

(Márai Sándor: Mennyből az angyal)


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all the men do not understand
that something like the sea has swelled
that world orders were shaken here
where a nation screamed, now silence reigns
and now many ask: what happened, lo?
who made bone and flesh into law?
and a question is formed by more and more lips
with staggering tongue, for they cannot grasp this -
they, who inherited it from their old -:
Freedom can such value hold? 

(Sándor Márai: From Heaven, the Angel)