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My first visit to Budapest

It was due to a forced landing,

when I was flying from Stambul to Frankfurt with stop in Rio.

I found it gray ...

But no,

Budapest was ... golden.

2420456 The residence of the spouses Vanda and José Costa.

We are not currently at home. Please leave a message after the sound signal.

"Where did he start and where did a word end?

It was impossible to separate one word from another.

It would have been as if you were trying to split a river with a knife. "

Now will be the opening of my company's show,

a selection of different flamenco styles.

A great emotion that opens in Paris.

I dance for years through Europe.

I was in Spain, In half of the United States ...

Flamenco dance is my passion, It's my life.

Tumult in Parliament.

Deputy Marconi reveals a fraud of millions and demands pardon.

In a Copacabana accident, 2 buses and 11 victims were involved.

Rio, 40 degrees.

The beaches will be crowded on the weekend. Vanda Costa, today, in the news in Rio!

The tensioned deputy Marconi addressed

the government by saying that he was

leaving, not to listen to the accusations.

Hello, cost.

The deputy's speech is in the whole media!

Call me, hidden genius!

The deputy said that the offenses

are only words in the wind, and that

great wars have been in simple words.

The Agency Cunha and Costa

You have written the most beautiful letters of love and suicide I have ever read.

You're a poet! A true poet.

I don't care about poetry ...

They want to pay tribute to you.

What's this?

Dreams of being anonymous writers. Write in silence, meticulously.

Are ready to disappear, to live in the shadow?

Sometimes I think you are the one who invented this profession.

Alvaro, my hand will always be my hand.

I'm at ovulation.

I wanted to be a balanced person. With service, house, children ...

Passion.

You seem to never have time for us.

You are never present.

“And so, with an empty mind and split by self -esteem,

I left the pregnant Vanda. "

You had a lot of hair on your body. Blond.

The hair ornament was of thick, bright hair.

Yes, just so.

You lost all your hair because of a woman ...

Teresa.

How could you know a few years ago,

When you were in Hamburg, that you will come to Rio

And will you discover a new life?

Do you believe in my story?

I think whatever you want to tell me.

I will be the writer that exists within you.

"The landlord", "Călugăriţa who became a model",

"The violinist who became an entrepreneur."

I will make everyone understand your greatness.

I think if I had wished my time writing, I wouldn't have had time to live.

That is probably why many writers become ... blind.

Szavak: Words.

Szerelem: passion.

What is it, Quinzinho? Cess!

What is it? What is happening?

This child says no word, And now it begins to make strange noises.

Aristotle started talking at the age of 8, my dear.

And besides that, he's your son, Isn't it, it costs?

Just imitates you. That's right, honey?

Poetry collapses from the inside.

The Consulate of Hungary - invitation

Do you refer to Citadin Park?

That of anonymous writers?

Yes, Gesta Hungarum wrote!

We, Hungarians, are the Brazilians Eastern Europe.

Live the poet Kocsis Ferenc!

Adorable, expensive flower,

... You're ...

Unique, intact, intraductible.

He must really be a great writer, a true man!

Do you give me an autograph?

Of course.

Good evening!

Good evening! It's a pleasure to meet you.

Unique, intact, intraductible!

Unique!

Unique, intact, intraductible!

To know that for a moment I felt his muse ...

Woman to whom every word dedicates.

You are the only one who did not realize that the women are not interested.

Why do you say that, it costs? His eyes shone.

Have you seen Aura?

Where are you?

Here.

This guy is probably a celebrity in Hungary.

You always say you write, But I haven't seen your name anywhere.

I don't even know what to answer to the TV

station when he asks me what my husband is doing.

Wait, I have lotion everywhere. Stay. Stay.

If you have published a book, You didn't invite me to launch ...

You never lacked anything.

Costa, I think they will propose to

me to present the night Telejurnal.

Even the Hungarians know who they are. Have you seen me acknowledged me?

Yes. A real success.

That's success.

"I discovered that I was talking Hungarian in my dreams.

That stop in Budapest would have been forgotten so far,

If my boy had not extracted her from my dreams.

I waited for more than a month for him to repeat those words. "

Say something, even one word.

Say.

The rest is silence.

Hello.

Hi, cost.

Why haven't you finished Kaspar's biography yet?

I dream of day and night.

This writing is important to me.

I have never exceeded a deadline.

The man feels the need to leave a trace in the world, his own.

Do you understand me?

Something to be proud of.

"I, Kaspar Krabbe, I was a young and healthy young

when I was sailing to the port of Guanabara.

I was wandering on the streets of Rio de Janeiro when I met Teresa.

When I heard Teresa singing, I fell in love with her language. "

After 3 months of hesitation,

I felt that I had the story of the Germans at the tip of my fingers.

"On the thighs and ankles of Teresa I wrote my first words in the local language ...

At first he liked it ...

She felt flattered when I told her I was writing a Peea book.

Then he refused me, because I used his body just to write.

The book was in the vll chapter when she abandoned me.

Without it, I lost the essence of the novel ...

I spent my catatonic days, fixing a white sheet of paper.

I tried to write myself,

But it was not eager too well,

So I started looking for prostitutes. "

Do you want to write me?

I win exuberant.

Fleshy lips.

Who will you choose?

“I was paying to write on them,

But maybe I paid them too well,

because they simulated orgasms that distract my attention.

I started looking for students. "

I want to! What will he write?

How many words ...

They showed me the writing of my colleagues, who were profoundly appreciated,

And they were asking me to write my book on them. "

... they will drive me ...

"The girls were entering and coming out of my life."

... to the dear one?

How many words will lead me to the dear one?

My book was spreading around,

each chapter taking another direction.

Then I met the one who

stretched out on my bed

And he taught me to write the other way around. "

Come on!

“Jealous on my writing,

which she only knew how to read looking in the mirror,

I was wiping the night I had written the day so ...

Let me never stop writing.

She became pregnant with me,

and on her womb, The book was gaining new forms.

There were days and nights without stopping,

lock in the agency until I wrote,

with the last energy drama, Final phrase:

"And my girlfriend, to whom I made her milk,

He made me drink from the water in which he washed his blouse.

Linographer, by Kaspar Krabbe

He didn't get bored of walking like this through a city on his map.

Maybe because I always had a vague sensation

to be a person's map myself.

You are the one who refused the invitation.

What to do in Budapest, Costa?

To look at the Danube, drink liqueur, to listen to the poets ...

See if I recognize women on the street.

You will come back for my debut to the evening telejurnal, right?

I worked hard for that.

Sir, stop here! Stop!

Tourist. Tourist.

Hi!

Come ...

Give it? Give it? Give it?

How much does it cost?

I am! I am!

- Cigarette? - Cigarette!

Hi, my friend!

My friend.

Hunger?

Hungary? She's beautiful!

Not! Not! Not! Hunger?

You! You! Hunger?

Come on! Come on!

Let's eat!

I'll show you a great place.

It's the biggest cretin in Budapest!

Come on, man!

A lot of drinking, many girls and ...

Palinka! Original palinka!

A Hungarian specialty.

Come on!

I first.

Sorry, friend.

Come on, man ...

Close to the heart.

Lar!

It's not right!

Again!

It's not right!

Köszn ... thank you.

Hungarian does not learn from books.

- No? - Hungarian no.

It is said to be the only language the devil respects.

The author's store

My hotel ... The hotel ...

Market...

Market.

Market...

In Hungarian there is a market.

Market.

You come with me?

Come on. Run!

Run!

House.

Man.

Sorry!

It's cold, right?

It's cold, right?

Tree!

Alley!

Man!

Restaurant!

Bird, I ask.

Pa.

Restaurant!

Restaurant!

Paper, path, path!

Up, down!

Where are you from? Why are you running after me?

Kriska.

In Hungarian.

See, Costa? Don't you understand?

Me, Kriska.

You don't understand, but you will understand.

One day you will understand.

You...

Yes, he speaks in Hungarian, You will know ...

I'll teach you Hungarian, my tongue.

Okay?

Come on!

Swallow.

So ...

Apart from teaching Hungarian, What are you up to?

In Hungarian,

Only in Hungarian.

Yes!

It's nothing,

You have to try constantly.

You will constantly try ...

Constant.

Kriska ...

Fulemuli.

Try to create words.

Words ...

Market.

Fur coat.

Is it okay?

In Hungarian.

Come on.

- Hi! - Hi!

Enter.

Joker!

In Hungarian.

Joker in Hungarian.

José Costa, at your disposal.

Kosta Zsoze, in Hungarian your name is Kosta Zsoze.

Come here, small bandit!

Present yourself.

I'm her son.

Pisti.

Do you want to see them close?

Look well.

Ké - Rek - par. Bicycle!

No, no, no.

Ké - Rek - par.

Do you teach Hungarian Kosta?

Thank you, pisks!

Bicycle!

I forgot to draw the pedal.

The pedal is very important.

It is important to have pedals.

Important!

Plane,

No bike ...

No bike.

Car...

Ball...

Now we speak the same language.

I had a very strange dream.

I dreamed that I was in a garden and ...

No one recognized me and left me alone.

I went home and found another self

sleeping in my bed.

The National Institute of Psychiatry

Person - comes from the Latin verb per -zonare,

which means "by means of sound."

Person...

It was a mask with an opening in front of the mouth

To allow the actor's voice to be heard by spectators

And so what the words expressed ...

it could be in discord with the expression of the mask.

This is the mask.

Show me your drawing.

What's this?

Hello?

Kriska?

I'm Kosta!

There comes little by little me ...

We ask?

There they come ...

There comes little by little me ...

There comes little by little me ...

Once again!

Donkey,

ignorant,

weasel,

dromedary.

Punish me endlessly!

White ... white ...

nice ...

Beautiful!

Pisti!

It came to your father.

There are countries that pay tributes The unknown hero.

But we show ourselves eternal gratitude The unknown writer.

The anonymous in service King Bela of the Lll,

who wrote the most beautiful Hungarian story,

Gesta Hungarorum!

Who is he? How did he live?

How was his face? But his voice?

Who did he love?

No one knows.

Loyal to his own anonymity, he has never allowed his identity to be revealed.

They didn't interest his fame or money.

Not at all.

What mattered to him was to serve mankind through his words,

through his writings.

Ladies and gentlemen!

It is said that if you touch his pen, You will be lucky.

Do you want a little luck? Come on.

Come on, Dle. Don't be afraid.

And you! And you, come on.

Come with me.

2420456. You called Vanda, But at the moment I can't answer you.

Leave a message after the sound signal. Thank you.

Hi Sell, I'm José ...

Sell?

I'm nostalgic.

I miss ...

of the SugarloAaf Mountains ...

by the Maracana stadium ...

of Guanabara beach ...

of streets ...

home ...

...nostalgia...

... stinging ...

...astringency.

... sensual, cheerful, lively, this

is the fashion of this year in Rio,

light and steamy, outlining the authentic personality of the Brazilian woman.

Bright colors like green, red, yellow, I transpand delicately this season.

From the silk linen to the cotton. "

Sell?

I'm José.

Sell?

Linograph

I feel nostalgic.

I miss ...

of the SugarloAaf Mountains ...

by the Maracana stadium ...

"And my girlfriend, to whom I made her milk,

He made me drink from the water in which he washed his blouse. "

of streets ...

home ...

What nostalgia ...

"For Wanda, in memory of our first.

Delighted, K.K. "

astringency.

The mind plays your part.

There is nothing between Vanda and Neamt.

Now the German is arranged.

With all this success, dies of fear

C- will appear out of the blue to claim that you are the author.

It's the statement under oath

of the agreement that took place between the parties.

My glasses ...

"I declare that I, José Costa, Brazilian, married, card number 106.755.3356-95 ...

- Correct? - Right.

José Costa has performed the editing service

for Kaspar Krabbe. "

Mrs. Marcinha, Coffee, please.

I can't drink coffee. I have gastritis, And the reflux is awful.

“Kaspar Krabbe, Neamt, writer, Passport number 849458240 ...

Correct? This is it?

Mr. José Costa says he has nothing to receive and no requirement.

Mr. Alvaro Cunha present here is the witness of this statement. "

Do you have a pen, please?

The pen.

Thank you.

Mr. José Costa, please.

Wonderful. Everything is fine when it ends well, right?

Mr. Costa.

“Mr. José Costa, this modest writing. Cordial, K.K. "

Recognition, glory and success will only be yours.

Hello. Do you have the Linograph's book?

- Yes, we have it. You want. Thank you.

- Thank you. Goodbye. - Hi. Goodbye.

Hi. How are you?

Okay. Look...

The book of that writer is absolutely incredible.

Admirable!

Hi, dear.

- Is everything ok? - Yes.

Impressive.

Champagne?

Hmm, wow.

Sell, sweetie, do you have a minute?

Are you satisfied with the success of the new program?

Very satisfied! It's a dream come true.

Our show, our reporters are very serious.

We have an obligation to the niche viewers.

- Congrats, my dear. Success! - Thank you.

Champagne?

Beautiful! This guy is a genius. It's great!

Good gentleman, for you.

A toast for the success of the sale.

Are you happy, right? Where's your client, Kaspar Krabbe?

It's at the other end of the party, right?

With your wife ... I don't know.

Absolutely admirable!

Would you like to live in my books?

I?

Let's get out.

Let's get out.

Hey.

What does that mean, cost?

Hey.

It's my wife.

What's this? Cess! For God! You hurt me. Everyone is looking!

Cost! Cess! Let me go! Leave me! Cess!

Everyone looks at us. Cess! Costa, finish!

Stop, let me go!

I am the author of the book. Not him. I am.

I am!

... green, red, yellow, I transpand delicately this season.

“To forget the words I had told the sale,

Maybe I had to forget the language in which they had been spoken.

Maybe it was possible to replace one language with another ...

in my mind.

For a while my mind would be

as a house in renovation,

with new words entering an ear ...

and the old ones coming out the other. "

It's dangerous to live.

Everything hangs on a threat.

I made some delicious pumpkin pift.

How many piftelules do you want?

How much do you want?

Kosta!?

How much do you want?

Did you forget everything I taught you?

“Kriska found me a service.

Hello.

Try to tell me I have to work like a slave

to pay my table and house. "

Why are you crying if you still help you?

The wise man ...

A moment.

Can I continue?

Please.

Why are you crying if you still help you?

A slap!

Immediate.

- We ask. - Thank you.

A pack of facské cigarettes please.

- No facské, but Fecske! - We ask?

We ask?

Do I know you?

No facské, but Fecske!

This is how it pronounces correctly in Hungarian.

Who do you think of correcting me?

A stranger. Hungary is my territory.

Maybe I'm a stranger,

But I don't get used to stirring my tongue as you do.

How so?

- Facské ... - Do I pronounce Hungarian wrong?

My mother's tongue?

Your mother's tongue?

Yes!

My mother's tongue!

Stop!

You will destroy my bar.

Ok ...

I survived the Germans, the Russians ... And now do you appear?

Okay, okay ...

Forget, you are both right.

In Budapest, Fecske pronounces, and Facské in the Székely region.

Point!

Sorry.

Okay.

Goodbye!

Honey!

Fecske, Facské!

Put!

Tits!

Honey! Tits!

Put! Honey!

Tits, well, buttocks!

Fecske, Facské!

Hell!

What did you say, pisks?

Don't talk like that. You learned from your father, didn't you?

Yes.

Don't play table football for a week.

It's wrong. Wrong!

In Hungarian poetry, onomatopea was a tradition.

If we take the main phenomena ...

In Hungarian poetry, onomatopea was a tradition.

If we take the main phenomenon ...

It was a tradition ...

in Hungarian poetry.

In poetry ...

I need the transcript until tomorrow.

It's almost ready, Mr.

Ready! Almost ready!

It's for you and Prof. Pushkas Sandor!

Lazy pachyard!

One you seem irritating to me ...

Familiar!

Without a mistake!

I will always be your disciple ...

I'm not interested in anything but that.

Outside of Budapest there is nothing.

We accept dissertations.

Yes.

Also, we write ...

Yes.

Speeches and novels.

Yes, yes, yes.

Signs Puskas Sandor, a writer.

Please add to the top of the ad, bolted:

Total trust.

Thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen, I

have the honor to introduce you to Kocsis Ferenc!

The great poet.

Unique, intact, intraudible!

You know how I could talk to Puskas Sandor?

I work for him. How can I help you?

I saw the announcement in the newspaper. I have

to write a dissertation in the Székely dialect.

It's for the end of the semester exam. I need a big note.

Puskas Sandor knows this dialect perfectly.

Thank you.

Székely dialect in East Transylvania.

Swallow ... swallow ... swallow ... Swallow ... swallow ... swallow ...

“The phrases were mine, But there were no sentences.

The words were mine, but they had another weight.

I was writing as if I were going through my own house, but through the water. "

“I never wrote a verse in Portuguese,

But in Hungarian I became a poet.

I could write anything. "

Good morning...

Do you have a piece of paper?

I bring them right away.

I had brought her to write my own lyrics on her,

But in your poetic hands it will certainly be better used ...

Thank you.

It's the first poem. I can write others.

What makes you think it's noble to grow in the shadow?

Secret Tercets

Hungarian does not learn from books.

What did you say?

Hungarian does not learn from books.

It's the only language the devil respects.

The devil takes care of what belongs to him ...

Why didn't they stay in a row?

Please, DLE. You have a little patience.

Thank you, you want.

Is inconceivable as a cultural event like this

to become a contest of the privileged.

Sir! Stop, please!

There is nothing sacred!

You're right, but I'm here for more than half an hour.

Kill the poetry with cold blood!

Who do you believe?

Ask the poet ...

Do you do the honor of an autograph?

I give them dearly

to Kosta Zsoze ...

to Kosta Zsoze ...

to Kosta Zsoze,

to this unpretentious writer.

And for my dear Krisztina fuelmă.

For Krisztina, with love.

Thank you very much. Next.

A picture!

Without any problem, gentlemen. My wife is really beautiful.

Are we walking?

What was that scene?

Literature does not have to epate.

Secret Tercets is a beautiful book, Isn't it?

The lyrics of Ornithic Introit ...

Words are like the wings of the floating swans.

A lyricism as you rarely find.

The words dissonate as in the symphony of nymphomaniacs.

What about the mirror twilight?

Kocsis has its own aura.

He's a real poet.

Isn't it absolutely incredible?

So ...

So?

What do you mean so?

What do you mean so?

Pisti, do you want to bring my juice from the fridge?

It's just an opinion ...

An opinion?

What can the woman understand

What does he live to tell stories to the solitary crazy?

Pisti, look!

At least a little.

Incredible!

Incredibly good or incredibly bad?

So incredible ...

Kosta, are the ones who appreciate the exotic ...

The exotic? What do you mean the exotic?

Poems do not seem Hungarian.

It's like writing with a foreign accent.

By a stranger, Kosta, not by a Hungarian.

Something is missing.

The true poetry collapses from the inside,

like love.

I was tired of Bolognese spaghetti!

Incredible...

Good evening, sir. Passport, please.

Congress of Anonymous Writers

Ladies and gentlemen,

Recognition may be of others, but all the merits

I belong to the anonymous winner of our prize.

Now I hand it to the Hungarian Lord.

Award for the best novel in 2001 ...

This book had the best reviews in the most important European newspapers.

It's the best -selling book for weeks in a row.

They are not the ones who take over our words,

but we are the ones who write their manuscripts.

You certainly heard about this book.

Secret Tercets

Secret Terceiros ...

I wrote it.

Yes, yes, yes!

I wrote it! I wrote it!

If you allow me, I will read a few verses.

"Am vrut să-I umilesc pe soţul lui Kriska cu poeziile mele.

It was the art in which he was ignorant

şi care cu atât mai mult I- would have made to suffer

as he didn't know where he hurt.

Who was the one who wrote best? "

Huo!

What your eye is awake, Your hands and will use them;

What your heart disguised you, yours is to kill or kiss.

Jozsef Attila, Hungarian poet, He threw himself off a train platform.

The true poems collapse from the inside.

Mr. Brazilian please ...

This gentleman is ...

I was looking for you!

Immigration officer.

We have a denunciation ... Passport, please.

Your situation is illegal. The passport has expired.

I will check at the embassy.

I can update them right away.

You have 48 hours to leave Hungary.

to a cold one. Are you thirsty?

Go ahead. to a cold one.

Hey you. You have nothing to do?

Hello. Can I help you?

I would like the linographer.

Linograph ... is it a technical book?

No, it's a bestseller ...

He was on the list of the best -selling books for 5 years.

- You have it in the window. - Wait, it has to be a mistake.

This is the shipwreck!

More than 100,000 copies have already been sold.

She's highly sought after. Look at yourself, Alvaro Cunha is the author.

It's a great philosopher.

Hello?

Hello, Kosta Zsoze?

I am.

Thank God! Finally I found you!

Sunt consulul Ungariei din Rio

de Jan Janeiro, Puski Kantor.

Have you ever heard of Lantos, Lorant and Budai?

Yes, yes, I heard. They are the largest publishers in Hungary.

Sent a plane ticket Rio-Budapest on your name.

You are given permanent residence.

What do you mean permanent residence?

The consulate will deal with everything.

You will be welcome to our country.

Soon, Mr.

Costa. Secret genius!

Genius!

Secret genius!

Genius!

Genius!

Hidden genius!

Genius!

Genius!

What represents Budapest in your life?

Did you change your life?

I am not the author of the book.

Did you record that?

You missed the man.

Thank you nice.

Is it mine?

Few former spouses are so. When she learned that I am pregnant,

He promised Pisti that he would bring you back.

Pumpkin pifteluţi ...

... Neamtul Chel, Conference Anonymous authors ...

femeia pe nume Vanda... Where did you get them all from?

Admirably!

Admirably!

Admirably!

Absolutely admirable!

My kriska ...

Do you do the honor of an autograph?

Of course.

Word ... word ... Words ...

Words ...

Words ...

Words ...

Do you want to be a true poet?

Jump!

Not!

Not!

Not!

Not!

Not!

What is it?

Is everything ok?

- You've read it so many times ... - a literary work ...

It has nuances that can only be perceived by the author's voice.

Through the self that speaks.

Kosta Zsozé ...

A book is like an intimate first of two people.

Read ... read me ... it will calm you down.

I love the end ...

“It should be against the law to make it cool by someone

who tries their luck in a foreign country. "

Dear Kriska ...

Did you know that I wrote this book that is now over, just for you?

José cost ...

Kosta Zsoze ..

"Kriska knew I was reading the book ...

at the same time when the book manifested itself.

And the beloved woman,

whose milk had caused them to sprout, made me drink from the water ...

in which he had washed his blouse.

Should be against the law to make it cool by someone

who tries their luck in a foreign country.

One morning

When by mistake I got off the subway in a blue station just like hers,

With a name similar to the station near her home,

I called from a telephone cabin

saying: there I arrive close.

I immediately realized that I had gone.

She started laughing and asked me to repeat the sentence.

There I arrive almost ... "

Cut!