Or Our Budapest

Quenched in the Klimts gold the aurora upon Budapest shines of thousand fires The tiny birds seam to be flying from the firmament and dancing Immensity and calmness enter indeed in resonance with the fluxes of the Earth Our entrails as pulled by the forces of the underground lavas remind us of the power of patience The quest for light the quest for love can begin in the vibrations of this letter of incandescente images fanned with emotions