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For the English Patient by Denis

Szerelem szerelem (voice of márta sebestyén)

O, love love

accursed torture

why did you not blossom

on every treetop?

On the top of every tree,

on the leaf of a walnut tree,

so every maiden and unmarried young man

would have plucked it.

Because I too plucked it

and I let it slip away.

I too plucked it

and I let it slip away.

O, I would pluck one again

if I found a good one,

if I found a good one, a beautiful one,

my lover.

And for my love of long ago

what wouldn't I do?

I would skim the water

from the sea with a spoon.

From the bottom of the sea

I would gather small pearls

and for my love of long ago

I would braid a wreath of pearls.

"My darling, I'm waiting for you — how long is a day in the dark, or a week? The fire is gone now, and I'm horribly cold. I really ought to drag myself outside but then there would be the sun. . . I'm afraid I waste the light on the paintings and on writing these words. We die, we die rich with lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have entered and swum up like rivers, fears we have hidden in, like this wretched cave. We are the real countries, not the boundaries drawn on maps with the names of powerful men. I know you will come and carry me out into the palace of winds. That's all I've wanted — to walk in such a place with you, with friends, on earth without maps." [written by Katherine before she died]