1996. március 12., kedd
Climbing high up the citadel: submerging in deep times
The history revels itself how life in I aligns…
A past brother in you being – greet him – he still exists.
Without weapons in hands and hearts – you don’t need such relics
There are no more vain conquerors, only the citadel
Conquers you just and sets you free in its charm forth dwell.