Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
Short CV: Ilona Lakatos lives in Hungary.
Qualification: Marketing and advertising manager.
She is engaged in writing and painting
It plans and implements international virtual exhibitions.
“Creating People’s Side Virtual International Exhibition”
Founder and manager of a gallery of international artists (CPS).
International PR Consultant {P.L.O.T.S.} ~Creatives Magazine (USA)
She published 13 books, the novel Lusion.
Her writings were also published in anthologies and magazines: Hungary, Slovakia, Italy, Mexico, United States, Trinidad and Tobago…)
She won first place in several competitions and received awards.
(Beijing Mindfulness Literature Museum 2023 “Zheng Nian Cup” Literary Award – Short Story Award)
Faithful waiting
In the distance
the lonely rock on the promontory
A bird is standing.
looking at the landscape
waiting for his beloved.
His heart was tired
full of hope.
Maybe he’ll come back again
and you can spend happy, beautiful days with it.
It is late
he sleeps quietly, hidden between his wings.
In his dream, they soar together again
among the endless hills and mountains.
The warm wind wakes you up
you feel very lonely.
He silently sheds her tears,
not cheered by the sun’s rays.
He sits in sorrow and dejected.
He doesn’t even notice
the young eagle attacks him.
Your life will end in a moment,
in the distance he still sees his mate coming.
dream or reality
he doesn’t know anymore.
There is only a soft smile on his face.
Is this the happy ending?
He sees his beloved one more moment.
In the distance
the lonely rock on the promontory
A bird is standing.
looking at the landscape
waiting for his beloved.
She does not know that he has already returned home.
Days pass, she waits endlessly.
One day
she also fell asleep quietly.
Don’t hurt…
Don’t hurt your heart
when you are alone, lonely.
You can be alone even in a family,
where there is no love
only My Scream.
Don’t hurt your heart,
when you see the smiling faces.
Because maybe it’s just an appearance to the outside world,
and inside only the silent horror.
Don’t hurt your heart
if you are sick in a hospital bed,
no one walks in on you quietly.
Don’t let hope leave you
because new days are coming
you can still cheerfully see the sea of stars.
Don’t hurt if the cheating lover just left you,
stabbing his last dagger into you.
One fine day you will find
to the dear, who is one soul with you
and he loves you for yourself.
Don’t hurt your heart
when your loved ones are no longer with you.
Faith and hope can set the heart on fire,
you find comfort, hope
the last ray of hope is not extinguished.
Don’t hurt your heart
if you don’t have bread on the festive table,
because there is no love in a well-inhabited and drunken state.
Don’t hurt your heart
because everyday is just a day that passes
and every New day brings another New.
Is it my country?
I see the limit in boundless roads, my heart longs for the other side.
But like lights fading in the wind,
that’s how happy hopes are dashed.
No one understood me
for which I picked up a walking stick.
Driven away by fear, suffering,
because life is momentary
often worthless.
I don’t understand when they look at me wildly
pierces my soul like a dagger
the silent indifference and judgment.
Will I still have a country?
where can i live
Or just the walking stick?
Can I hide like a hunted wild animal?
I can’t find the answers
maybe this is how my whole life will pass.
I just go and go like a weary wanderer
who can’t rest anywhere.
Go home!
But where is my country?
My home is in ruins
on the street there is only the stub of destructive infamy.
Where is my country?
I don’t even know myself.
There are only limits towards which I step.
Then one day my strength will run out, my doom will come,
maybe I’ll find a home in heaven.
The little bird
The little bird has finally landed home,
wandered across gardens, continents,
but he found no peace.
He flew in a roaring storm, in a windstorm,
in sunny meadows,
but he found no peace.
He was looking for a home where he is loved,
as the little child is nicknamed.
but they even shot at him.
The little bird has finally landed,
he was wounded, but he felt it
it’s the sweet smell of a home.
It was just a bird feeder full of seeds,
a loving heart put it out into the garden.
He chirped merrily,
returned here daily.
The little bird could finally rest
and found a home.
Joy, love, humanity and peace
There is no peace in your turbulent heart,
you think about tomorrow, about the many difficulties.
You seek the good and the beautiful,
but sometimes only darkness remains for you.
A homeless man walks past you
he doesn’t speak, he just raises his sad eyes to you and you understand the silent plea.
Just a little jingle in your pocket,
blushing, you put it in his hand.
He looks up at you gratefully.
– There is still humanity and love in the world. he says quietly.
Tears fall from your eyes
and nothing is so difficult anymore
Tomorrow is not hopeless either.
your soul is filled with joy and peace.
Autumn memory
On the wall of my room
cheerful dance in the autumn sunbeam.
Illuminates old pictures,
which have long since been lost
in the gloom of bygone times.
But, now all of a sudden,
everything became new and alive.
Grandpa’s voice rings in my ear,
how scared he was, guarding me.
And only
I was the little kid next door.
But, he still laughed happily at me.
Click suddenly, the little grandson also received
it’s already in the pictures.
But, it was a long time ago
for my hair is already autumn.
But, this player, naughty sunbeam
brought forth the happiness of bygone times.
