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I solemny think we should put the youngers rulling the world. Youngs still in their twenties, burning with raging justice, anarchists, full of ideals, with revolutionary ideas, fullfilling dreams they'll soon forget, inocently knowing they can change the world. We need too much this young people, and their energy, for soon they'll have to grow up, and ignore the others, and ignore the pain. The wiser they get, the lower they might be on the mountains of parliment.
We need the teens to suffer the primary pain, to become oppressed and tiny explosives, awaiting to the little wisdom and freedom of twenties, when they feel so powerful and feel the world in their fingertips. We need the twentiens to take up, not yet consumed with greed.

And the world shall be an utopia at last.

Poem for a Poet

- for Simon Gergely

How do I say hello in hungarian?
How do I say your name?
How do I say nice to meet you?
How do I say good luck?
How do I say be safe?
How do I ask for a hug?
How do I say I love you?


How do I say goodbye?
How can I?

~ Buen Camiño