mikor...(when?)...quando

(to be read while listening to: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CkkfmLwKhpU)

amazing song, now that i have translated it, amazing over and underlying lyrics

...

mikor...

most segít a sírásban

de az álom csak nem jön

nem cserélem a lelkem

ma hátha elköszön

eternity lasts a day less today

but it still is to long. and it suffocates me. in here.

switch

she has stumbled upon it seemingly by accident

it was hidden under the fourth leg of the chair

and when she thought she has had enough

to risk pushing the chair over

- and she didn't really manage

for he was sitting on it very

determined to stay seated -

that one leg tumbled over and

under the fourth leg of the chair it was hidden

seemingly by accident she has stumbled upon it

thresholds

.there is only so much a soul can wait.

(and put her dreams between brackets)

((only to SHOUT SO LOUD that the brackets would fall))

(((but the only grey thiker)))

.this is a trap.

(((her ashen face washed with uncried tears)))

(((she hit the wall

' . ,

)

.

;

even if it meant

.risking to destroy all she had hoped for.

???

Locaha

Locaha* came came slowly creeping out of the darkness

his black shadow covering the walls of the little white room.

The old man lay still. I tricked him 4 times -

he thought to himself -but he will get me at last.

His soul was tired. I have seen the sun set over

the hills, I have seen my kids rise, I have seen their kids shine,

I have seen the newborn, she had strength in her.

My soul will live in them, he thought.

Locaha spread his wings and whispered into his ears.

His lips moved but the words came out all tangled up.

You may take my lips, Locaha, but you will not take my words

- he thought. I will speak with my eyes. He opened them.

There was light, and a hand was gently stroking his...

...the ghostgirl stood motionless. She was strong, but even

she could not chase Locaha away this time.

I could make it easier, though - she thought.

I have to get into his soul and tell him he shall

not fight any more. I shall take his soul and hope to

give it to a newborn that will grow under my heart.

She closed her eyes, and a hand was gently holding hers...

To my grandpa, whom I will always miss and keep in my heart.

*For reference see: Terry Pratchett: Nation

(a moving novel of change, rite of passage, strength

and our ability to build a new life -

also highly recommended for all who deal with post traumatic stress)