Gingerbread and latte

Gingerbread and latte
Are more than treats
When your sister prepares them

Sea

I found this poem while cleaning the flat. I am posting it as it is without trying to improve on it.

The sea rolls back and forth

And you, who lies on mossy rock

Who left the sea -- oh, long ago

Who calls toe-dipping pearl diving

And her blueness brown dumpling

You lie from mossy rock

Telling fish to leave the water

To sun-dried dock

A false whale to eat a false prophet

and dump him on a false beach,

a mossy beach

Winter delicacies

Winter delicacies, by Sándor Weöres. Original. Song.

Candlelight
Hope so bright
Christmas pudding, blessed night

Once I witnessed how
the sky unfolded on the earth,
giving all, without selling,
sparkling stars
gently raining

Candlelight
Hope so bright
Christmas pudding, blessed night

Then I saw a place
where in the houses
dishes sang and danced together
around them, fluttering angel hair
the end of year, but still this year

Candlelight
Hope so bright
Christmas pudding, blessed night

finished book

I lie on my bed.
It's the early hours,
I'd like to rest;
but thoughts are twirling in my head.

A train rumbles past
and with it,
memories, light and heavy,
like passengers sitting by bags of coal.

Every day this advent
was about opening one's heart
and the courage, to wish,
feel.. even pray, like a child.

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