Letters from Budapest

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Photo of Letters from Budapest by Unshod Rover

The first time I came to Budapest, it was to dance. I knew somehow that I was bound to come back. This time, to write. To look, stare, marvel at and be seduced by the River Danube by the castle in Buda, and to write.

Photo of Danube River, Szalkszentmárton, Hungary by Unshod Rover

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21 december

around midnight

I still recognize Budapest, its old structures, hotels; its overall charm oozing through the fog that envelops the city; its smell that calls to heart the past and its poetic spell.

22 december 2010

good morning, budapest

in a room where sketches and shadows

empty bottles and old books, half-opened

drawers filled with perhaps, half-read

letters and forgotten receipts, jars brimming

over with stray screws and missing keys

speak to each other without wasting

words nor sacrificing sound; an old

red bike leaning on the wall, listening

to its stories; beds half-made, chairs

trading secrets without any inkling

of motion, nor any trace of intention

I sit here

looking through the glass door

that is also a window to the city

that woke up before me.

I sit here

alone with my thoughts

and I come from a corner

of the world where silence

is still sacred, and time, oh time

crawls like a snake patiently

waiting to strike.

Photo of Budapest, Hungary by Unshod Rover
Photo of Budapest, Hungary by Unshod Rover
Photo of Budapest, Hungary by Unshod Rover
Photo of Heroes' Square, Budapest, Hősök tere, Hungary by Unshod Rover
Photo of Museum of Fine Arts, Budapest, Dózsa György Way, Hungary by Unshod Rover
Photo of Vajdahunyad Castle, Budapest, Vajdahúnyad vár, Hungary by Unshod Rover
Photo of Vajdahunyad Castle, Budapest, Vajdahúnyad vár, Hungary by Unshod Rover
Photo of Vajdahunyad Castle, Budapest, Vajdahúnyad vár, Hungary by Unshod Rover
Photo of Vajdahunyad Castle, Budapest, Vajdahúnyad vár, Hungary by Unshod Rover
Photo of Vajdahunyad Castle, Budapest, Vajdahúnyad vár, Hungary by Unshod Rover
Photo of Hősök tere, Budapest, Hungary by Unshod Rover
Photo of Hősök tere, Budapest, Hungary by Unshod Rover
Photo of Hősök tere, Budapest, Hungary by Unshod Rover

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I could not stop thinking about Budapest, and my friend's house that overflows with beauty:

the way the butter melts and spreads nicely on bread

how thin slices of apple become flowers when dried on top of the heater

postcards and dried flowers lining up on improvised clotheslines

the old city

the tiles of its subways

the chime of the metro

the language

too much beauty

the old apartments, claustrophobic elevators

the strangely configured toilet bowls

the old trains, the steep escalators

that have seen better days

Danube that separates Buda from Pest

the streets dirtied by rain and the daily pedestrian

the stories, they make me hungry, thirsty

for more beauty, poetry, art

they wake me up and keep me awake

make me want to scream and laugh and cry

to think, I spent only a day there

maybe it's because I spent only a day there

Photo of Matthias Church, Budapest, Hungary by Unshod Rover
Photo of St. Stephen's Basilica, Budapest, Hungary by Unshod Rover
Photo of Danube Promenade Budapest, Budapest, Vigadó tér, Hungary by Unshod Rover
Photo of Gellért Hill, Budapest, Hungary by Unshod Rover

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A friend told me lately that she had dreamt of me “borrowing” her red bike. I told her I could not stop thinking about that red bike at the apartment of my friend's brother in Budapest where I stayed for a night.

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