Poem: ​O’ the village

​O' the village As a born village-boy, An inner child is hiding in my brain's alleys, Running and playing inside the green memories. From the chirping wheat fields till the fresh wood, All around the vineyards, it's my neighborhood. The inner child ran up the mountain through the woods, Bouncing over the stream without wearing … Continue reading Poem: ​O’ the village

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Hungarian Holidays: Nature vs Concrete

I skipped 2 days without blogging about the happening adventure in Hungary. In the last two days, my brother and I visited the forest and the highest mountain of Hungary - Mátra (1014m). Actually, we are living in the leg of the mountain, so we took only one bus to reach the entrance of the … Continue reading Hungarian Holidays: Nature vs Concrete