keverés superimpositions

thoses last days
everywhere
in the streets, in the malls, tram, metro, shopping centers
faces, bearings
which remind me, for a furtive moment
know faces, bodies and gestures of friends or people I know
strange and maybe suspicious rememberings

and

I enter more and more naturally into the hungarian language
I’m far from speaking it, of course
but it’s in me, somewhere
and I begin to understand too much what I red and what I hear when I walk in the city
the meaning interfere with the sound of the language
I don’t like
… I have to concentrate to regain the first state, when that language was just sound and desire…