For two years in Budapest i haven't been up on Gellert Hill. That day I've decided to go by myself. I was totally abandoned and felt as lonely as that high hill under my steps. While going up i was breathing the city in, seeing from above all those places that i loved, that i didn't wanna leave. Budapest is like a beautiful Hungarian woman you keep on discovering. Danube, her deep blue eyes...
Under the sunset, only my shadow accompanied me back home.
It was a mid autumn day. Cloudy but averagely warm. Pleasant for a walk. She was talking in a funny accent. I was just lost in her smile. Those German style buildings looked like the walls of a raveled maze, leading our steps to an unknown destination. Could have been a trap. But then she grabbed my hand. And in a world of questions and doubts, i was literally holding THE answer...
Window-shopping happiness.
Under the black sky and seen from above Budapest is a fairy. Its lit bridges are a celebration of union. We had a nice dinner up there. And we were smiling though we were both counting days and minutes till i was to be gone. The boy seemed to be resting quietly in my arms. For a while. Then he asked for his mother. While going down the hill i watched her walking proud and confident. Happy. I guess it's true what they say about motherhood. Then we got lost and tired. Took her favorite bridge and the tram home. A short glimpse in the world of what i would like my life to be. While crossing Westend passage i saw the moon over my building. I begged her to stay like that forever. She just smiled and kept going with her own walk...
Under the sunset, only my shadow accompanied me back home.
It was a mid autumn day. Cloudy but averagely warm. Pleasant for a walk. She was talking in a funny accent. I was just lost in her smile. Those German style buildings looked like the walls of a raveled maze, leading our steps to an unknown destination. Could have been a trap. But then she grabbed my hand. And in a world of questions and doubts, i was literally holding THE answer...
Window-shopping happiness.
Under the black sky and seen from above Budapest is a fairy. Its lit bridges are a celebration of union. We had a nice dinner up there. And we were smiling though we were both counting days and minutes till i was to be gone. The boy seemed to be resting quietly in my arms. For a while. Then he asked for his mother. While going down the hill i watched her walking proud and confident. Happy. I guess it's true what they say about motherhood. Then we got lost and tired. Took her favorite bridge and the tram home. A short glimpse in the world of what i would like my life to be. While crossing Westend passage i saw the moon over my building. I begged her to stay like that forever. She just smiled and kept going with her own walk...
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