The Hungarian Guggenheim
by Krisztián Lakosi & Lakosi Richárd
"…How often does winter come then summer * And spring goes and autumn comes;
And we go from hot to cold * And the sword of destruction is raised over your head;
O you who is insignificant in this world * Till when will procrastination deceive you?
You who seeks what is temporary, till when * Will your heart be busy with what is temporary?
Strange is the one who humiliates himself for this world * While a piece of bread would suffice him for each day…”
