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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Graveyard love My love is dead, the woman too, and love is an emotion. They are lost. My feeling of love, which lived in me until now, but was discarded a long time ago. I was dumped, trampled, and my life was humiliated. A woman did this to me. Long live. ... I am dead, but I live in the world. The cemetery has become my life, the world is also I walk among graves. I cannot find my home here either. My grave has disappeared. It was not dug I have no crypt, no woman there, no one to wait for dinner. I have no one. I've been a lonely wanderer for a long time. My camera is my companion. My camera, which accompanies me on all my journeys, is my guard and memory. Yes, the most faithful companion, oh how I love him, records my life. One. ?Yeah These steps are going around. I can't see her or her legs, the squares are getting smaller Old graves around me, the dead sleep in the depths, but they float above the graves The souls hover over the graves and just look and look. The steps are coming. The feeling is deadly, two arms reach out from nowhere and hug me. I feel. She loves. She hugs, but the body is invisible, her face is felt by my face, her lips kiss, she loves invisibly. I'm slowly getting to know her, she died a long time ago, she came from my previous existence, I lived here, and I buried her. That's why my camera guides me here so many times, so that love can be continued Now graves are opening, grave covers are being pushed aside, and long-lost acquaintances are appearing They welcome and I welcome them, old, dusty and cobwebbed bottles shine from the graves My invisible love says in a soft voice: Let's toast! I saw you seventy years ago! Two delicately curved wine glasses stop in the air in front of me, red wine is poured into me. Then soft music, a violin part sounds softly from the ether, a priest speaks. An altar appears, a hologram of the interior of an ancient and old Anglican church. The priest says: Come closer! I went before the priest. He asks: Vilmos, do you want Emma? Do you want her as your spouse, as your faithful wife, as an inseparable part of you, as a woman? Yes! I answered happily. Then the old priest turned to Emma. Deep silence Oh, how I used to love this woman. I'm waiting for your answer. I'm waiting. A priest is waiting Her invisible face appears, her blue eyes look, her face is a smile, a flash, fell, lost Yes. - I hear the affirmative word. Light pours in, the altar bursts into flames. A soft word echoes far away. The temple hologram explodes into space. There was white smoke. It looks like an old cemetery. Realm of the dead, my love lives here, her earthly remains are below. Camera clicks. Oh, old grave decorations, stones, eternal memories overgrown and covered with noble ivy. One of my ideals from the past hit my soul. I will not forget the evil soul. The Nazi English woman. The Nazi English woman. Oh Emma, why are you a vile Nazi person? She hates me because I'm European. It rained like a rainforest, the cemetery was flooded with water from the branches and leaves. My footsteps take me on old paths, journeys, and misfortunes, and I see old acquaintances. The stones of their memories, their tombstones as eternal fossils, the letters of the past to the present, are still alive. They live, they ask for life, they only ask for a little attention, but their graves are covered with leaves. Hm, yes, it's sad, people who died a long time ago, and their graves are covered with twigs and leaves. But they give me life. They call me and tell me to reflect, YOU LIVED HERE The world of the dead, love lost, no emotion, pain is what leads here, drives me Yes, it is the combined mixture of death and life, and its smell is what interests and guides But I don't want anything, nothing, just life, but not even that, I can't breathe. Yes, yes, life is not a flower garden for me, but the nobility of the cemetery is better, stone, forever. Yes, yes, I no longer have an emotion, instead I have another thing, an unknown sense of consciousness. I already live in it, in it, and it carries me on, guides me..., leads..., attracts..., broad sense Oh my God! What has become of my life? All my hopes as a house of cards collapsed because of a woman. Satan: Vilmos, you know that the cemetery is your home, because you go there, your twilight has become dusk Your twilight, which is the sign of new life, and your fighting demon inside you. Rule. Power. Yes, the darkness of life is the supreme power. Evil bastards cross your path. Do not worry. Vilmos: Dear Satan, your anxious attention surrounds me with protection, I accept it with thanks Yes, yes, I go to a cemetery. Often. Life is already a curse for me. Death is the pious. Death is a jewel. A diamond. It's also my love. Dead coal. Black Diamond. Coal. Continue later
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