Venue info:

Godot Galéria / Gallery Godot
Bartók Béla út 11-13.
Budapest, Hungary
(70) 381 6775
http://godot.hu/

The poems of Orsolya Karafiáth:

Blood

Colours speak but never lie.
Their words make sense to you.
Grateful vessels shape them
and hold them up to view.

Hear them. See them. They are cruel.
They intensify your fear
for you don't know how much longer
the gracious heart will persevere.

And when it stops, the final beat
is a signal, to be construed
as a force directing you
to express your gratitude.

Sky

The sky is scarlet. Or ochre.
It is here to be enjoyed.
Darkness shines on the water.
A demi-semi shade of void.

You know it well. The surging flow.
The clouds as they are floating by.
French blue. Red ochre. Silver.
The scene changing before your eye.

Gasping for air. Jelly-fish.
Waves. Cobalt, aquamarine.
A lake dried up. Cold ashes.
Blueness of the wounded skin.

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