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Elfogytak a szavak S csak a csended maradt Halk szívdobbanások Mi vagyunk, és mégis mások A ki nem mondott szavak Csak bólintasz, "maradj" Mert könnyebb így, igen Itt és túl mindenen Valahol tornyok omlanak És őrizetlenek a falak Az eső kinn halkan kopog A valóság szövete kopott Pár idősík összeér, Eltűnik megannyi év Point of no return, hey? That's so last Saturday De még nincs folytatás A lemeznek jár a fordítás A dallam elapadt Ez hát a feladat Hisz megannyi kérdőjel Ez az egész 

She's drawing little silhouettes, String-dancing marionettes, An evil jester for the king, Mermaids who will gladly sing, A talking dog and laughing fox, A bunny with mismatched socks, And lo! There's a rugged knight Long silver sword gleaming bright, Lonely pirate, screeching parrot, Ever-preaching, righteous zealot, A rainbow coloured unicorn, A gentle giant magic-born In her world, the magic lives, Every day there's an eclipse, Nobody dies, all live free, Being happy as can be. All these wonders with a pen, She creates and nurtures them, Like a loving tender goddess.

Big, dark and empty street, somewhere near the northern boundaries of this awful place. Strange how you can hate a city so much, but all I find here is pain and dust. I wander aimlessly, hoping to find something, anything that would justify my being here, and most unexpectedly, I do. It's a pair of beautiful blue eyes, looking up at me. They belong to another street urchin, who's sitting on the sidewalk, covered in a long coat, made for someone who is two sizes bigger. They say misery likes company and that might be the reason why I extend my arm to help and before long we find ourselves walking together. We spend the first five minutes in co

Tiny, lonely apartment near the main boulevard. I always thought this would be the place I spend the rest of my life, but it seems it's time to move on. Still, packing my bags is hard. So much stuff, so many memories... Even if I only take two bags, the emotional baggage would weigh heavily on my shoulders. I'm sitting on the ground, so immersed in sorting out all the junk, that I can not place the exact moment he comes into the room, I'm just suddenly aware of him being there. -Didn't hear you knock. -Didn't. Let myself in. -Well, you might be the king of the city, but not the king of my bedroom, so would you be so kind to leave? My voice c

Small side table in the back of the ballroom of the new casino. I'm sitting all alone, but that's fine, really. I don't have anything in common with the people here, all rich and famous, wearing posh clothes. I'm enjoying my scotch when an old friend sits down. -Hello, love, mind if I join you? -Good evening, Lady Silver! Please do. -Are you all right? You look distraught. -I feel like I don't belong. Not my kind of party. But Kevin invited me, so... She nods, quietly. I think she feels the same way, even though she has the rare gift of instantly befriending anyone. The music comes to a halt, people gather in front of the stage, the director

Small car workshop in some side-street. Used to mean everything to my father, but for me it's more of a hobby. It's been about a month and a half since Kevin came back, but I see him less and less these days. I'm working on my car when a stranger comes in. He's dressed posh, which is quite unusual in this part of town. -Are you lost? -No, I was looking for this place. That's a beatiful car. -Thank you. Corvette C1, with a V8 engine. The new C2 Sting Rays might have rear suspension and disc brakes but this car here is the most dependable one you'll find there. The stranger looks puzzled, I'm sure he didn't expect me to have in-depth knowledge

A litte, run-down bar in the outskirts of the city. This is where it all began, two blocks from where we first met. We go inside, my nose fills with a mixture of smoke and alcohol fumes. I don't recognize the bartender, he must be new. As I walk up to the bar, I catch the middle of his rant. -...and it turns out he was a goddamn fruit. How sick is that? -Excuse me, I'd like a scotch and a Manhattan. He turns to the sound, and his face shows disgust. In the background I hear the buzz of the jukebox, it starts to play an old song by Cab Calloway. -What did you say? -I asked for a scotch and a Manhtattan. -Maybe you should ask real nice. And wha

Little house, up in the hills, somewhere near the ass-end of nowhere. There are some sounds coming from the back, so I go around, and there I see him. He looks too average. Not too tall or short, he is well built but not overly muscled. He's rithmically chopping firewood on a large trunk and while he doesn't turn around I still know he's aware of me being there, so I initiate a conversation. -Isn't it early to be collecting firewood? -Winter here comes suddenly, best be prepared for it. -So I guess you'll spend winter here? -Already spent two, don't see no reason why I shouldn't linger for a third. -You could always go back... -To her? Please

3. Light (Introductions, part 3) The northwestern part of the empire was a mountainous region. Travelers seldom came here, though the few who did said it was a beautiful sight to behold. If one traveled all the way, climb all the steps, he would arrive to Ontris, the big town located on the slopes of the highest mountain. This way the home of the Ontrin family, who claimed their town was even more beautiful than the Capital City. For them, it certainly was. The sun bathed the white buildings and towers in a heavenly light, and even in the night, darkness eluded the town. And age-old magical artifact, a shimmering yellow crystal collected th

Ki tujda, hol? Hanyatló, nagy lőporfüst, vészálmok, Hold és halom és széttiport virágok, Alkonyóra. Kolinnál volt a nagy csata. És sokan nem tértek haza E nap ó fia. Mellette fekszik Bibliája, amit magával vitt a csatába és úgy szerette, Egy beverni gránátos megtalálta, s ahogy ott hevert, megsajnálta, és felemelte. És írják a remegő kezek: "Kolin, a fiam elesett, Ki tudja, hol." És aki írta ezt a dalt, S az is, ki olvassa majd, Még él s dalol. De egyszer én s te is velem, Pihenni térünk csendesen, Ki tudja, hol.