Attila Jószef
O what kind of matter am I
that your glance cuts and shapes me?
What kind of soul and what kind of light
and what kind of amazing phenomenon am I
that in the mist of emptiness
I can walk around
the gentle slopes of your fertile body?
And like the word
entering into an enlightened mind
I can enter into its mysteries...
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Pistacho -
Jószef estaría orgulloso.