Daniel Lacatus

Solo, obsesionado de razonamientos y sentimientos extraños. Los días son contados. Huyen de esta mundo extraña

Me dejé portado de viento Mis brazos -dos alas- se abrieron en perpendicular; y de ese modo llegué a tu regazo

Sentir el frío en el horizonte entre las nubes y el cielo- un lugar con poco espacio. Todos los huesos lloran quebrados de dolor Observo la eternidad Los sentimientos vibran- me siento

Pasos de gato en la intima calma bajo la lluvia

The letters fall fainted on the sidewalk, they jingle on the cracked pavement. I shall take them home, feed them and heal them from terrible pains. I‘m even thinking of adding

I am a desperate poet- I’m speechless, I feel the urge to feed myself with figures of speech. Since three days I’m sleepless, I’m trying to find myself. With every dewdrop a

El amor es una flor en el jardín del edén vive en armonía se apagar en olvido

Alguien me envió los días pasadasl, el texto de más abajo. Lo represente aquí, sin ninguna mena de otros comentarios. \"La Biblioteca Nacional expone en su Sala Hipóstila una selección de

Se marchitaron rosas japonesas En el rincón de la boca descansa una estrella grisácea y monótona. Tranquilidad salvaje aúllan en minas

A la caza en el medio del bosque se estropeó el fusil

1. Podrán concurrir a este premio obras escritas en lengua castellana, sea cual sea la nacionalidad o el lugar de residencia de sus autores. 2. Las obras han de ser inéditas y no podrán haber sido

In the sad and lonely park due to cruel break up sits on a bench weeping A prince with tears of fire he destroyed with one tormented look- sick memories silent

I clear my sight in the clean air clean as the tears of Zeus. All birds’ burn out in the heat of the sun- ….leaving behind ashes I search for my sins and clean my unhealed

The glass china my sweetheart’s gift for birthday on the first of June, is heartbroken because of tormented child’s crying. It broke in thousand pieces on the wet pavement of tears

I’m drawing on the white snow the two images of my loneliness buried in the white snow flakes. Silent shadows on the straight line of my heart like a precious bird surround with

I’m watching the stars- it feels like they are watching me. I see your face drawn by them. I cannot wake up from this lethargy. Can you also hear the wolves howling? Or is it

Some criminals killed poetry, they’ve let her die in a ditch outside town, in the lights of the cars one can clearly see the cut around the neck, her clothes stained

I feel like somebody else gives life to my numb cries. Blood drops on my cheek as sign of gratitude to the God that cured me of my harsh pain. Praised be the Lord, Praised be his

you recognise him by his black clothes, his slow walk, bent a little, with a hurried look which actually burns out looking across you across your mother and... Across the wall

The blood is boiling inside and burns out my heart which sings a mourning song. I feel somebody dying inside me a beast is born instead thoughts are killing a living being inside me

Divine game under flourish trees in the light of Jesus beyond words, what can this mean?

The forest that surrounds My reverie is strange. It bends and it rises, it breaks and shatters, it crushes. The wind form time to time, still lifts dead hearts of leaves, melts

I take a deep breath the air that you’ve been breathing, I see through your eyes a world of innocence, I hear and listen to your ears a painful twittering seemingly imitating a