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Late Messages


A message that will never be answered any more. What message would you send to someone who has passed away? Write it down! These are the messages of the Roma Heroes workshop's participants to the loved ones who are not with them any more. What would you add? Who would you address it to?

1.You do not age any more
You stand still
Thinking I'm a high school student
But in fact I work!

2.I look most like you
I drive angrily
And I throw tantrums a lot
I hope you can also see it from there

3. I don't know how old you are 
Your memory is greyness 
Your flowers are beautiful 
You never forget about them! 

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1.Is gone, doesn't exist
The words hang in the air
I cannot find the door handle
Mummy, I'm gay!

2. Birth, death
Leaf, dream, move
Incomplete eternity
Daddy, hold my daughter in your arms!

3. Moveless monotony. 
Death stumbles without farewell 
Last minute no 
I keep you in my mind.
_ _ _

There is nothing left but fury
And a photo at Lake Balaton.
Endless longing.
Father’s love to the daughter.

You were buried alive.
Countless attempts
Always hitting hard walls.
But you are alive, there is hope.
Maybe there will be mercy
Daughter’s love to the father.

_ _ _

Because you said
Every marriage is like this
And mom stayed,
Granny why didn't you talked to her?

I never live in-up-out
I thought clean-wit-belligerently
Then it changed
If I can send a letter to the past
There would be no worries

_ _ _

Granny you are dead.
You didn't see your grandchild.
You didn't bake cakes for her.
I have no memories with you.

Tales are dumb,
'Cause you don't read them.
Even death can't do without you.
But I need you, too. I miss you!
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