csicskalangos's Reviews (172)


i left my heart
in san francisco city
with the plastic smell of pink flamingos
and the breeze that plays
with my american eagle dress

in this dream
i pose
like i am in a vintage coca-cola ad

i wanted to love this book but i can only survive a certain amount of harry potter mentions

very hungarian. as an average budapest enjoyer this book gave me everything i love about that city. the sounds of people on the streets, that exact smell, the feelings i have while wandering between the blocks, remembering history and making peace with my nationality. nothing compares to being a hungarian in budapest.

as matt mccormick said on instagram: "in the shadows of dreams between the silence and commotion"