Drought and rainbow - Aszály és szivárvány

By Leontin Med

To be born, all in dream.
Transformation: to be human.
First winter, cold of flowers.
Childhood, all words of God.

Sky, from behind the only earth.
Curtain of evenings, the wind.
My lips, words and stars.
Why, before it's dark, the night.

Moon and sun, another world.
Recently, so, older lovely-days.
To shine in the scarlet: myself.
Palace of rain-drops, new spring.

Day's flowers, my poverty.
And bridge of thought is night.
In the town, wanders about the winter.
My leaf-clothes, cold of colour.

Raining: snowflake – moon, on the sky.
The death of the a carpenter, on the hill.
Stars: absolute-empire: my heart.
There is not scarlet: my words is Jesus.

• Language: Magyar
• Publisher: Underground Kiadó és Terjesztő Kft.
• Release date: Apr 15, 2019
• ISBN: 9786150045139

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Leontin Med

Drought and rainbow

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Aszály és szivárvány

I would like to express my special thanks of gratitude to Kürtösi Gábor, the Principal of Cambridge Language School. This work could not have been completed without his unconditional support.

Leontin Med: Words. – 1. vers –

To be born, all in dream.

Transformation: to be human.

First winter, cold of flowers.

Childhood, all words of God.

Sky, from behind the only earth.

Curtain of evenings, the wind.

My lips, words and stars.

Why, before it's dark, the night.

Moon and sun, another world.

Recently, so, older lovely-days.

To shine in the scarlet: myself.

Palace of rain-drops, new spring.

Day's flowers, my poverty.

And bridge of thought is night.

In the town, wanders about the winter.

My leaf-clothes, cold of colour.

Raining: snowflake – moon, on the sky.

The death of the a carpenter, on the hill.

Stars: absolute-empire: my heart.

There is not scarlet: my words is Jesus.

Leontin Med: Where are you. – 2. vers –

I am the sun, on a ship boat.

My father: dark-stars of the sky.

Alone the words.

Let me be: one stone…

…from the beginning.

Let me be: all flowers.

The road, and the hill.

The colour-night in the spring.

… the coloured.

Stars:… and moon of sky.

To be born, my morning.

A map, the sky.

A station, the blue of colour.

To stand, to step on the stones.

The story of the rain.

Flowers, tomorrow the summer.

A ship bell.

I am sun, …alone.

Leontin Med: The evening. – 3. vers –

Summer is still early.

Fire of the sun, on the engine.

And all flowers of a film.

Death of spring, my lip is fruit.

To forget, the words.

My nail blood, body of another.

The wood, childhood is night.

A voice of boots.

Women – stars, in the evening.

To travel in the space.

Somewhere a stone-town.

Leontin Med: Alone in the city. – 4. vers –

Early of a night, early evening.

Between stones, a rainbow.

My room, angels of cold.

Broken window.

My hand, it's red.

Curtain of stone, …from behind.

I am playing, and the moon.

Before older, – the other birth.

To be: dream of „doll", a motherly.

Grass – tree – flowers.

Summer – spring, in the wood.

A town of stone, …anywhere.

A comb of gold, my hair is land.

My coat, all cloud, is coloured.

A rain in the winter.

Another evening.

Another moon.

Leontin Med: It's night. – 5. vers –

To be born, in the night.

A there is not, in the dream.

Passage of body.

And other world, also before.

My colour, paint over.

..in the spring.

..in the winter.

A rainbow, all other colorued.

A thought spans, cold – land.

First night, above: star the sky.

The instinct of dream.

On your body, a star-birthmark.

A map, my road in the rain.

The night runs over: „the flowery".

The wood: stones of leaf-shrubby.

A flame is on fire: it's dawn.

The nether world, all sea of night.

Ebb and flow, darkness the moon.

So, way of thought, is heart.

A breathing: in the blue.

The somewhere, in the world.

…a down.

…a room to let.

Leontin Med: „A thousand time, the next day". – 6. vers –

In a flame…, – go aboard.

All my word, unknown – alone.

A liberty-freedom, personal of past.

Sky and land: a transformation.

Death of