I am not a poet – but who knows if once I will unwrap my hidden gift and turn out to be Keats, Poe, Ady or the reincarnation of Attila József himself.
But today, I am not a poet. But there are those nights, when – from the deepest dreams I wake up in search of my notebook and the puzzle of words just line up in verses.
“The nights, when my heart is restless: by sadness or by happiness.”
Interestingly enough, as opposed to writing an article, where my thoughts are queueing in accordance with the English dictionary, ‘poems’ always come in my mother tongue…
Quotes, are different. Those are mixed, as for the language, as well as for their scope.
“Those are my lighthouses, when in need.”
Use them freely…