My poems

Love is the only thing in the world,
the more you give, the more you have.

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Love writing

How did I fall in love with writing?

I come from the Carpathian Basin in Central Europe. I was born and grew up in Budapest, Hungary. I fell in love with arts and literature as a child. When we vacationed at my grandparents’ estate in Erdőkertes (‘Forest Garden’; a village in Hungary), while tending the garden my grandfather enjoyed reciting the poems of Sándor Petőfi, Miklós Radnóti and Attila József, which touched his heart the most during his school days. I was very impressed by the way he spoke with admiration about his school years and childhood. However, my father’s knowledge and mentality were the most decisive in my life. He taught me to appreciate music, movies, drawing, painting and literature with devotion, enthusiasm and passion. Once he surprised my sister and me with a poem he wrote for us and told us that his father also wrote poems like me. My father thought it was important for us to get to know the best artists and arts of different ages, trends and styles. At the age of twelve, when I started writing, he recommended that I not only read the writings of our old poets, but also familiarize myself with the works of contemporary artists. That’s why my father gave me one of the albums of Attila Valla, a very talented songwriter. Attila Valla’s wonderful lyrics inspired me, gave me dreams, happiness, hope and strength in challenging times. They revealed a fabulous world with so many wonders, which magic immediately mesmerized me and became a part of my life.

Kicsikém

Kicsikém

Tavaszba borul szívem, amikor újra látlak
Csókolom az arcod, két karomba zárlak.
Megáll..

Viharos idők

Viharos idők

Vannak viharos napok, borús évek
Küzdj, mindig hoz jobbat az élet.
Akkor is..

Tegnapok

Tegnapok

A tegnap oly tiszta most is, mint a ma. Emlékszem.
Szobámban egy régi Valla-kazetta festette képeit,

Üres papírlap..

Elveszett kontrol

Elveszett kontrol

Kegyetlen gyötrő érzés tiszta őrület határán tart.. éget
Kínoz napokon át nem ér véget alkohol nélkül részegen
Lelkem..

Éjjelek Nappalok

Éjjelek Nappalok

A végtelen örömök varázslatos Éje,
A Hold vigyázó ölelése otthonom,
Lépteim..

Az igazság útján

Az igazság útján

Nehéz lépteinkkel taposunk a sárban, az idő mostoha
Vén folyó partján él a Szegény Lelkek véres ostora.
Fáj lélegezni..

Mianara

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