Prolibus driving to heaven

poems of Sándor Weöres

Katona József Theatre, Budapest

„Up striking rattling. Down the steps shall wither.
Oh, what I wanted to say with this? I do not know already!
The words come up from haze, faster than thoughts;
Sentences thicken, nothing is held in the void.”

Performed and collected by Ernõ Fekete
Contributors: László Tóth, Judit Tóth
Music: Tamás Keresztes