.:buda:.

While the sun hides behind Buda,
your silhouette slowly disappears into the darkens
of the nothing.

That far i cant touch you.

My hands melt and i look into the horizon,
red like blood,
with the smell of you.
But still that taste in my throat and that sting
makes me shiver.

The white heads walk frantically,
with a look of redemption.

At the end i don't want us to repent
but to have enjoyed