We must endure our thoughts all night, until the bright obvious stands motionless in the cold. - Wallace Stevens


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"Alea iacta est" - the die has been cast... and that event that has shaped me, - it occurred even before my birth... ( seven years, to be exact.) It became my topic for endless school essays, compositions... Revolution! 1956! It was my father's pride, but also sorrow- my mother's grief and heavy burden... And now, today, (me!) with such a surname- Spanish, Who'd ever guess? Who can fathom my history? Grown older, I reach back, more and more, ever learning... And as I watch old newsreels- see Stalin's statute toppled, as I read patriotic poems, Yes, goosebumps rise upon my Magyar skin.

© azure warrior


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