Inspired by "Lacrimosa":
We're the dying horses begging for water and days,
For a minute of steam
And for a song...
Eaten by worms that spiral in love,
We believe that the angel is high,
That the air will someday stop bleeding;
Clad in the violins of our eyes
That redden the darkness
His 8-th Key climbs down through spider tears,
With pillows of wings caressing our wounds...
Seizing the vacuum
And turning the World upside down,
Absolute like a grave
And beautiful like the blade of a knife,
He cuts the seals of the known horizons
So we, the unknown,
Stranded between the land and the promise
Survive...
-to Mr. Balázs Havasi
16.12.2011
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A somewhat landscapist poem,
it talks about the people who have no time to enjoy
the music and the art in general, rushed by the
crazy pace of life.
Few of them still realize this, suffering and waiting
for the angel with his music "8-th key" to come
and rescue them.
They are the dying horses having no place in society
and hanging somewhere between the Earth and the sky -
"the land and the promise".
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