red and white

Just like wine…
Sweet white wine and the sour. dry red one… with the colour of blood…
Oh the blood… the liquid and essence of like, a salty nectar… the melange of fire and water in the huaman organism…
Red as blood… the magnificient and unique colour due the amount of hemoglobin that is different in every individual… thse small molecules paint the blood diffrent from the dark, slow vermilion to the girlish vivivid red…
The red of blood combined with white of blood inside the body…
The hardness, the force and the stability of bones with the passion and fluidity of blood…
The white of teeth melting int he red of human flesh…
The sharp little stones biting inside the delicaticate blood membraned human skin …

flamenco English

finally I found it...

Flamenco

To Adam

Million petit poppyblossom-flames

Are dancing, swinging fluently

Their fireskirts are flitting softly in the wind

A pebble knocks in the wind's voice of guitar.

Heavy bell sounds.

The storm's obscure veil falls

Over the meadow writhing from rhytm.

Puts out their little, volatile fire

Cuts their grassleaf-delicate throat

With a steelcold lightning-knife

Million petit blooddrop-blossom

Fall softly on the ground

Their redwine tears

Roll in your glass.

flamenco

Flamenco

Ádámnak

Milliónyi apró pipacssziromláng
Lejti kecsesen ringatózva táncát
Tűzszoknyájuk lobog, libben lágyan
A szélben, kavics koppan gitárszólamában.

Súlyos harang kondul.
A vihar sötét leple ráborul
A ritmustól vonagló rétre
Eloltja kicsiny, illékony lángjuk
Acélhideg villámkés vágja el
Fűszálfinom torkuk.

Millónyi vércseppszirom
Csendesen a földre hull
Vörösbor-könnyük
Poharadba gurul.