Stripper with soul

Nobody warned me before that blogs are like tattoos.. if you have one, you always think about the second one. Or at least that is true in my case. (Am I graphoman?)
Right now spending some time home, I found my old poems and I decided to open another blog in Hungarian.
Although London gives me power and self-confidence, Hungary gives richness to my soul. And there is one layer of my heart that in English you will never be able to understand.
The translation is rough and it doesn’t do its justice. I think to translate a poem is the most difficult part of learning a language and I’m still not there yet. But here are some of my poems from a few years back:

I dreamt that you were
close to me, really close.
And when I wake up – maybe –
you are here next to me.
I’m an angel. I hug you with
my snow-white wings when you are cold.
You made them for me from fluffy clouds
so when you call me I’m ready to fly to you.
If I could transform into words
what I feel for you,
I’m afraid these feelings
would leave me forever.
I see you as an angel who broke his wings
and the memory of the pain
stops him from believing
that once he was able to fly.

Related posts:
What do you do in private?

“It's called a private dance. So guess what? I'm dancing!” “Ahh! Only dancing?” I hate this question so much! My Read more

Inside of the stripper’s house

Many of you are wondering how and where we live. I hope this little photo selection will satisfy your imagination. Read more

Bachelor parties

Other fun times are the bachelor parties: sometimes you have a feeling that the school bus arrived. Grown-up men in Read more

We are more than ‘just’ strippers

I started the blog to tell my own little secrets and experiences about the stripper's life, but I'm more and Read more

4 thoughts on “Stripper with soul”

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *