That city
There is this city
that is so magical to me
so much mystery
a lot like a fairytale.
It has it's own castles, fortress, bridges and a river.
Daytime its busy, noisy, running, doing.
At night it becomes someones dream,
it becomes a background to a love story to those who dare
to live.
It is light, it is full of people, laughter, hugs, holding hands, drinking wine, staring at the beauty this city offers.
At night someone falls in love with the city. They vibrate and absorb every little twinkle, move or breath. They observe with tursty eyes, listen to all the different sounds each building says. They feel it deep,
down
and they embody.
This city is like the unrealistic, surrealistic map of the world which everybody wants to experience at least once in their lives.
It is the one that people come back in their dreams. It is the one they daydream with their family.
But it is also the one that no matter how full of light and life, and memories, and nostalgy it is,
it also makes you feel lonely.
In its own way.
And with its own beauty.
Budapest is that city.
