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Fülelt a csend - egyet ütött.
Fölkereshetnéd ifjúságod;
nyirkos cementfalak között
képzelhetsz egy kis szabadságot -
gondoltam. S hát amint fölállok,
a csillagok, a Göncölök
úgy fénylenek fönt, mint a rácsok
a hallgatag cella fölött.
Silence gave ear: the clock struck one.
Maybe you could go back to boydom;
walled in with concrete dank and wan,
maybe imagine hints of freedom.
And now I stand, and through the sky-dome
the stars, the Dippers, shine and burn
like bars, the sign of jail and thraldom,
above a silent cell of stone.
Peanut paste browine from Dobinsons Bakery Westfield Belconnen. Sadly, the friendliest person is leaving for London. I hope does well in her studies.
Painted this morning.....Tissue paste up,had to cut on the wall to fit into wall indentations!not easy!