by Daniela Topîrcean I was looking for you among the poems,on white sheets of paper, among metaphorswith the scent of the light and clay.I was lost in a complicated puzzlewhich you gave me.I was doing like Survivorin a script written by you in the past.You were smiling. I was looking scared for youand I loved you …
by Lynn White What did he dothat little boywhen he Resistedthe Occupation,for that was the chargeagainst him.If he killed,it seemsit was a soldierout of placeillegally placedin that place.But sometimesin some placesillegal becomes legaland resistance is criminal.Sometimesin those places,to existis crime enoughfor some, thosewhose childhood is stolenwhose youth is stolenwhose land is stolenlike that boyin that placewhere …
de Petru Racolța Când l-am întâlnit pentru prima oară pe badea Gheorghe, mi s-a părut un om răutăcios și scump la vorbă. Rămăsesem fără benzină în Trabant, chiar în apropierea pompei de alimentare a intreprinderii unde lucram amândoi. Eu, tânăr și proaspăt angajat. El, bătrân și sătul de toanele șoferilor. L-am rugat frumos să-mi dea un …
by Bianca Alina I was close to giving up on loveWhen I met you,But you found a way into my heart,Made me burn with longing and desire,Every time we touched, you set my soul on fireI thought that in your arms, I’ll find my salvation,As time goes by,I realize that you’re just a sweet damnationI opened …
The Buhui Lake Buhui Lake, situated in Caraș-Severin County, within the Aninei Mountains of the Western Carpathians, is recognised as the first underground reservoir and the oldest artificial lake in Romania. In 1884, a small underground lake was formed by damming the Buhui stream at the exit of the Buhui Cave. Subsequently, between 1907 and …
de Lau Tatar Stele îndoielnice se scaldă-n alcool,e-n întuneric timpul, e a luminii pleavă,iar hăul cel de sus se scurge domolîn venele oamenilor cu viață trândavă.Din neant, fericire cade-n stropi, stingher,pe ezitări adunate de-o viață,Perseide pe al Căii Lactee zer,fulger brăzdând a lumii putredă față.Azi timpului nimeni nu-i spune „Stop!”,valută forte ajunge efemerul,secunde se-adună ca grâul …
by Tea Solon the chinese bamboo swayswhere the wind blows. itsrhythm flows with gracebending and standing back upagain, gliding its tiny branchesfrom side to side and going backup again. it does not resist thepower of the wind nor just simplygive in. it is resilient in its own bent. Oct 04, 2021 | Bamboo BayCebu, Philippines https://butungislayp.wordpress.com …
de Arabela Nenciu Omu-i plămădit din lut, Omu-i plămădit din cântec. Din iubire s-a născut, Din durere și din pântec. Omu-i frunza din copac, Omu-i floarea de pe câmpuri. Râu de lacrimi îl străbat Și un lanț muntos, de gânduri. Omu-i dar Dumnezeiesc, Omul este doina dulce. Pentru drepturi, a luptat Cu sudoare și cu sânge. …
In a Love World 