Bencze Attila: Testament 1

Prologue:
Play with the word according to a heart,
on the word of a mouth, if a heart implement waves,
nicely while the blood vessel,
the blood novel will be his sound.

1.
And my principle leaded onto a road there.
Between exams the dioecious one.
I was playing nobody finite totality,
and under me there the two shovels.

Together with garbage thrown away,
into my hand, a trace two sheets
thrusting, I waited for his rhythm,
to create a rhyme miracle.

2.
And shabby the aegis of the soul
(in spring, the colour of sky appearing blue)
crackling, I stood it rumbling there,
and my knowledge snatched me up.

The eye saw well many miracles.
Articles, dream, office.
In office space myself,
only nobody, homeless.

The clear Mays came.
Astute Kriszta and nutty,
respecting my name worn out.
And after all only an slept with me.

I liked the first, a kiss,
hiding into his lap like that lewdly,
than between a forest the dawn,
when he breaks between the trees.

In the evenings, onto a bone worn out,
the arm slept,
and on a tranquilliser, his lip my song.
One he had the sin: believed me.

Until finally he erred on a day,
and his name flied the accent.
His name turned into a manager.
The tear was not washing his burden down.

I stood it on a road yet at this time,
and I shared a thief roast,
what every now and then brought out
the hard one is alcohol, the woman, the drug.

Sometimes the cloud on a white horse,
seduced through the alley.
Pickpocket with a knife, two of his hands
I was the servant of hunger.

If embraced sometimes dust joy,
a wolf fingernail became a lamb,
I did not feel it, that blood vessel,
I watched him shedding a tear only.

I found Ildi then there,
to sleep together a half G'day.
A year was a half possibly then,
when we pulled it there on his table.

Our church was his body there,
and if he is needed if we are not praying,
this was the faith and him believed this,
while he drank the alcohol only there.