This one isn't really a poem

A poem about what an artist goes through, while creating

How we see the world through the lenses of love

The way I want to love and want to be loved...And maybe the way you want to be loved

We are all stories

An erotic poem

The recognition that never brings tranquility (Hungarian translation is available on Patreon)

I love going to cafes and restaurants. I always try to find out what the fellow cafe goers are thinking or talking about.

We are all like It, the river

A poem about a warm kiss

There is a small chapel at the Zürich main railway station with four altars of four different religions. Only immigrants visit this chapel. They go there to pray for a better life. I was once and wrote a poem about that. (Hungarian translation is available on Patreon)