2 - Bebizonyították, hogy veszélyes a reggeli telefonböngészés

En los pasillos quietos camino sin ser vista.
Mi corazón es un pueblo muerto, donde antes hubo conquista.
Mis amigos se dieron vuelta, me dejaron en la lluvia,
Mis sueños como castillos, se derrumban en la angustia.

Confié en un alba nueva, clara y sincera,
Pero encontré rostros fríos, ninguna mirada verdadera.
Frente al espejo me alzo, con altura,
Las palabras de mi padre son mi armadura.

"Levántate," él dice, "de donde has caído,
Tus sueños son valientes, no han sido vencidos.
Cree en ellos, como yo creo en ti,
Son la luz en días sombríos, así."

Una figura solitaria en el patio me mantengo,
Con sueños que en mis manos se vierten y apenas sostengo.
Pero un susurro en mi corazón, tan leve,
Me dice que puedo, que seré fuerte y valiente.

Confié en un alba nueva, clara y sincera,
Pero encontré rostros fríos, ninguna mirada verdadera.
Frente al espejo me alzo, con altura,
Las palabras de mi padre son mi armadura.

"Levántate," él dice, "de donde has caído,
Tus sueños son valientes, no han sido vencidos.
Cree en ellos, como yo creo en ti,
Son la luz en días sombríos, así."

"Levántate," él dice, "de donde has caído,
Tus sueños son valientes, no han sido vencidos.
Cree en ellos, como yo creo en ti,
Son la luz en días sombríos, así."

Una figura solitaria en el patio me mantengo,
Con sueños que en mis manos se vierten y apenas sostengo.
Pero un susurro en mi corazón, tan leve,
Me dice que puedo, que seré fuerte y valiente.

Confié en un alba nueva, clara y sincera,
Pero encontré rostros fríos, ninguna mirada verdadera.

Una figura solitaria en el patio me mantengo,
Con sueños que en mis manos se vierten y apenas sostengo.

Las palabras de mi padre son mi armadura.

"Levántate," él dice, "de donde has caído,
Tus sueños son valientes, no han sido vencidos.
Cree en ellos, como yo creo en ti,
Son la luz en días sombríos, así."

"Levántate," él dice

"Levántate," él dice

"Levántate," él dice, "de donde has caído,
Tus sueños son valientes, no han sido vencidos.
Cree en ellos, como yo creo en ti,
Son la luz en días sombríos, así."

Así
Soy valiente
Así

Así
Soy valiente
Así

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Una canción sobre mi hija, para mi hija


soy invisible de darkdreamer

In the quiet halls, I walk unseen,
My heart's a ghost town, where love had been.
Friends turned their backs, left me in the rain,
My dreams like castles, crumbling in pain.

I trusted in a new dawn, bright and clear,
But found cold faces, no warmth here.
In the mirror's gaze, I stand up tall,
My father's words, won't let me fall.

"Rise up," he says, "from where you've lain,
Your dreams are mighty, they'll remain.
Believe in them, as I do too,
They're the light when days are dark and blue."

A lonely figure in the schoolyard stands,
With dreams slipping through my open hands.
But a whisper in my heart, so small,
Tells me I can conquer all.

"Rise up," he says, "from where you've lain,
Your dreams are mighty, they'll remain.
Believe in them, as I do too,
They're the light when days are dark and blue."

My father's words never let me fall.

"Rise up," he says,

"Rise up," he says,

My father's words never let me fall...


i am unseen by darkdreamer

One evening, lying in my room, feeling lost,
I wondered what advice, at any cost
Dad would give if he were here by my side,
So I called him in, with questions I couldn't hide.

“See, darling,” he said, taking my hand,
“Your mum and I gave you all we planned,
But that doesn’t mean that I don’t make mistakes,
I’ve fallen for ease, and chosen paths that break."

“Don’t do as I did, my girl,” he said, “heed my word,
Behind each piece of advice is a life unheard.
If I say don’t follow the steps I tread,
It’s wisdom I earned from the tears I shed.”

“Don’t do as I did, my girl,” he said, “heed my word,
Behind each piece of advice is a life unheard.
If I say don’t follow the steps I tread,
It’s wisdom I earned from the tears I shed.”

“Don’t do as I did, my girl,” he said, “heed my word,
Behind each piece of advice is a life unheard.
If I say don’t follow the steps I tread,
It’s wisdom I earned from the tears I shed.”

With a sigh, he said, “I’d go back if I could,
And tell my younger self, for his own good,
To stand firm against fleeting desire’s call,
And not take roads that only lead to a fall.”

“Don’t do as I did, my girl,” he said, “just what I say,
Follow my words when you lose your way.
I’ll be here to guide, steady and true,
To help you find what I couldn’t pursue.”

(And then, he began to cry...)

“Don’t do as I did, my girl,” he said, “heed my word,
Behind each piece of advice is a life unheard.
If I say don’t follow the steps I tread,
It’s wisdom I earned from the tears I shed.”

“Don’t do as I did, my girl,” he said, “heed my word,
Behind each piece of advice is a life unheard.
If I say don’t follow the steps I tread,
It’s wisdom I earned from the tears I shed.”

“Don’t do as I did, my girl,” he said, “just what I say,
Follow my words when you lose your way.
I’ll be here to guide, steady and true,
To help you find what I couldn’t pursue.”

“I want to shield you from mistakes I made,
In hopes you won’t stumble or be afraid.
So trust my words, though my actions may stray,
For I’ve learned the hard way, there’s a better way.”

“Don’t do as I did, my girl,” he said, “just what I say,
Follow my words when you lose your way.
I’ll be here to guide, steady and true,
To help you find what I couldn’t pursue.”

Don't do as I do, do as I say

(And then, he began to cry...)


from my dad by darkdreamer

Seventeenth star’s ascent in twilight’s glow
With steady steps, your strength will show.
The healer’s touch on soul, a calming breeze
And whispered winds from distant Japanese seas.

A bird before its final childlike flight
Its wings spread wide, embracing light.
Challenges rise like distant hills
You will face them all with iron will.

A bird before its final childlike flight
Its wings spread wide, embracing light.
Challenges rise like distant hills
You will face them all with iron will.

The sails are set, the winds align
You chart your course through time’s design.
Each dream a spark, igniting the sky
Your journey written in stars so high.

A guardian watches from afar
As you steer your ship of life beneath the stars.
The future calls, the path is clear
Your brightest dawn is drawing near.

Seventeenth star’s ascent in twilight’s glow,
With steady steps, your strength will show.

A bird before its final childlike flight,
Your wings spread wide, embracing light.

A guardian watches from afar,
As you steer your ship of life beneath the stars.

The sails are set, the winds align
You chart your course through time’s design.
Each dream a spark, igniting the sky
Your journey written in stars so high.

Seventeenth star’s ascent in twilight’s glow
With steady steps, your strength will show.
A bird before its final childlike flight,
Your wings spread wide, embracing light.

Seventeenth star’s ascent in twilight’s glow
With steady steps, your strength will show.
A bird before its final childlike flight,
Your wings spread wide, embracing light.


seventeenth star m.o by darkdreamer

I’ve come of age, but still a child in her eyes,  
In my mother’s gaze, I’m still small, she sighs.  
But I work hard, helping in a museum’s walls,  
Preserving German roots, so the past never falls.

Within the museum, I build the future’s frame,  
Giving youth identity, and keeping hope aflame.  
I’ve become a barista, with a certificate to show,  
Driver's license in my pocket, life’s path I know.

With distant kins, I’ve travelled far and wide,  
Proving I can stand tall, with confidence as my guide.  
Now the final exams await, but I deeply believe,  
That my mother will see, I’m ready to achieve.

Life is calling, I’m ready to rise,  
Weaving big dreams, making wise choices in disguise.  
I trust that my mother will finally see,  
That I’m capable of steering my destiny.

Years have passed, I’m no longer a little child,  
Living as an adult, with love always by my side.  
I hope my mother sees what I’ve become,  
That I’ve grown up, and the future’s my own.

New school year, new hopes in sight,  
I trust I’ll earn the confidence I’ve earned the right.  
I’ve come of age, but still a child in her eyes,  
In my mother’s gaze, I’m still small, she sighs.


come of age by darkdreamer

Seventeen, a year so bright,
Finding her rhythm, reaching new heights.
With a doctor’s help, her soul's at ease,
Learning Japanese, chasing dreams with ease.

The final year before she’s grown,
A time to make each step her own.
Embracing challenges, facing them bold,
Her story of dreams, soon to be told.

Chorus:
Here’s to the plans she’s set in flight,
Driving ahead, the future's in sight.
With every dream, she’ll soar so high,
The world could be hers beneath the sky.

A loving soul's watching with the angels as she takes the wheel,
Passing exams with strength and zeal.
This year could be the start, the path can be so clear,
Her brightest future maybe drawing near

Here’s to the plans she’s set in flight,
Driving ahead, the future's in sight.
With every dream, she’ll soar so high,
The world could be hers beneath the sky.

A loving soul's watching with the angels as she takes the wheel,
Passing exams with strength and zeal.
This year could be the start, the path can be so clear,
Her brightest future maybe drawing near

Here’s to the plans she’s set in flight,
Driving ahead, the future's in sight.
With every dream, she’ll soar so high,
The world could be hers beneath the sky.

A loving soul's watching with the angels as she takes the wheel,
Passing exams with strength and zeal.
This year could be the start, the path can be so clear,
Her brightest future maybe drawing near

Seventeenth, a year so bright,
Finding her rhythm, reaching new heights.
The final year before she’s grown,
A time to make each step her own.


17th by darkdreamer

Shadings replaced, the windows sigh,
Air whispers cool as summer's heat dies.
Shingles laid where the rain would creep,
The house exhales, its secrets deep.

2024, less shadows more light,
A year rebuilt, both day and night.
From quiet corners to distant skies,
Each step forward, no goodbyes.

A monitor’s glow, a iRobot mop that hums,
Laser hair removal flashes, the future comes.
A mattress soft, a katana gleams,
Silent echoes of distant dreams.

2024, less shadows more light,
A year rebuilt, both day and night.
From quiet corners to distant skies,
Each step forward, no goodbyes.

Two homes found souls to fill their space,
Pasarét shines in new kitchen’s grace.
Zugló breathes with its new air flow,
New heating and kitchen, they're ready to grow.

The car replaced, two journey planned,
Cyprus summer heat and Tenerife winter's sand.
Letti’s heart, once weighed with stone,
Found healing hands, she’s not alone.

2024, less shadows more light,
A year rebuilt, both day and night.
From quiet corners to distant skies,
Each step forward, no goodbyes.

No deaths to mourn, no tear-streaked air,
A quiet peace, beyond compare.
2024, a fragile flame,
But in its glow, we stake our claim.

After four long years, no deaths, no tear-streaked air,
A quiet peace, beyond compare.
2024, a fragile flame,
In its glow, on 2025, we stake our claim...

2024

Shadings replaced, the windows sigh,
Air whispers cool as summer's heat dies.
Shingles laid where the rain would creep,
The house exhales, its secrets deep.

2024, less shadows more light,
A year rebuilt, both day and night.
From quiet corners to distant skies,
Each step forward, no goodbyes.

A monitor’s glow, a iRobot mop that hums,
Laser hair removal flashes, the future comes.
A mattress soft, a katana gleams,
Silent echoes of distant dreams.

2024, less shadows more light,
A year rebuilt, both day and night.
From quiet corners to distant skies,
Each step forward, no goodbyes.

Two homes found souls to fill their space,
Pasarét shines in new kitchen’s grace.
Zugló breathes with its new air flow,
New heating and kitchen, they're ready to grow.

The car replaced, two journey planned,
Cyprus summer heat and Tenerife winter's sand.
Letti’s heart, once weighed with stone,
Found healing hands, she’s not alone.

2024, less shadows more light,
A year rebuilt, both day and night.
From quiet corners to distant skies,
Each step forward, no goodbyes.

No deaths to mourn, no tear-streaked air,
A quiet peace, beyond compare.
2024, a fragile flame,
But in its glow, we stake our claim.

2024 - lights without shadows

4 - Örökösödés ügyben vonalban Dr. Vidákovics Béla - Nagy Cicaharc játék

The city’s shimmer trembles on me like a faded dream,
Its drifting shadows circle round me on this pale-night scene.
Young faces pass as if they’d stepped out of another age,
And in their eyes, untold, unread, dim stories flicker on the page.

I feel their gazes, yet they never see,
The quiet world that still survives in me.
They only catch the shell time carved in place,
The mask the years have tightened round my face.

And they say: “Look, what’s he doing near the young again,
With that face that’s fought too many nights, too much pain?”
But they don’t look within, just see time’s heavy mask,
One even I can barely recognise at dawn, behind the glass.
I’m no satyr, no strange spectre on the scene,
Just an X-gen soul stuck at twenty-five, lost in between.
Who doesn’t dare to face the mirror’s deep and shattered seam,
Because he fears the crack might steal away the soul beneath.

My past’s a wrinkled, torn-out page from some abandoned diary,
Its colours fading, yet they cling to every corner deep inside me.
A younger rhythm still beats steady, certain once it had no end,
But time plays different melodies upon the skin it slowly bends.

If only they could see me once the way I used to be,
Not as I’m framed today by cruel reality.
I’m just a half-sung song, a quiet, trembling lullaby,
That tries to live, but every note is scared to rise or cry.

And they say: “Look, what’s he doing near the young again,
With that face that’s fought too many nights, too much pain?”
But they don’t look within, just see time’s heavy mask,
One even I can barely recognise at dawn, behind the glass.
I’m no satyr, no strange spectre on the scene,
Just an X-gen soul stuck at twenty-five, lost in between.
Who doesn’t dare to face the mirror’s deep and shattered seam,
Because he fears the crack might steal away the soul beneath.

If their relentless judgement ever quietened for a while,
They’d hear the song still echoing inside this borrowed exile:
A summer’s breath,
A crimson night,
A place where age had lost its hold,
And I was simply who I longed to be, and fear of growing old.

The lights burn out, the city folds into its hush at last,
Yet still I guard what little’s left of all my younger past:
A twenty-five-year shadow clinging,
Inside a body twice its age and sinking.

under the cracks

When my wife passed away, I was left alone with my teenage daughter. We were both devastated by the grief, but she completely shut herself off, as her friends had turned their backs on her, abandoning her in her time of need. I realised that through songs, I could reach her heart far better than with words. So I began writing songs for her, and in a way, I owe every song I've written to her.

under the cracks

diNero