Tears

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by Manuela Timofte

What we experience every day fills the pages of our lives. Whether we label them as beautiful or ugly, these experiences remain part of our story. 

We often associate beauty with joy, while we tend to remember the ugly moments and try to hide them within ourselves due to the pain they bring. Yet, suffering is a part of being human. As Bernea also notes, suffering has the potential to renew us. 

Life resembles a piece of music, with varied and intricately woven tones. It is a composition of bright and soft colours, a masterful fabric made from threads of light and darkness.

 Ernest Bernea

However, life is a blend of both joy and sadness. To appreciate the beauty and fragrance of roses, we must also endure their thorns.

As Ernest Bernea said, «Life is painful; life is beautiful. Which is the truth? Both together.«

When our hearts are overflowing with emotions, we often find it difficult to articulate our joy and pain, leaving us struggling to convey our feelings. In moments like these, language dissipates, and we find ourselves expressing our deepest feelings through tears.

Tears become the language of love, speaking to our most authentic emotions. They flow as tears of joy during life’s most beautiful moments and emerge as tears of sadness during our most painful experiences, each drop a testament to the journey of our hearts.

Love, Manuela

References:

1. Ernest Bernea – Pași în singurătate

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Sweet Hope

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by Marcello Comitini

The icy wind polishes the curls of the balustrade
and the hard leaves of the magnolia that seeks
refuge between the closed walls of my garden.
It was not she who saw me playing
with her white flowers.
But from her brown branches rises the scent
of a song in the language of the sea
that was once mine.
There, the mountain has a mouth
streaked with blood and trembling flanks
emerging from green sea caves.
Along the sunny streets,
I held by the hand of sweet hope
looked at the periwinkle sky
with plumes of white clouds like angels’ wings.
She and I looked at each other laughing.
Or maybe it was she who laughed
and I listened to the silvery bursts
that modulated her lips.
In my memories of exuberant springs
the austere magnolia illuminated
by the flowering cups stands out among
the white almond trees that open their petals,
deliver them to the warmth of the wind
and to the young brides who wait impatiently
the rough hands outstretched to undress them.
Dancers dressed in blood and mourning,
cadenced by ancient movements,
silver bells on their wrists,
celebrate the inebriating rites of love.
Now migrated under the sky of Rome,
distracted by the beauties of stone
and by the men drowned in an anonymous present,
I do not know of this sweet hope.
Even the cold wind and the fragile magnolia
grown in the shelter of this house ignore it.
I will mourn the abandoned earth
I will forever remember its sunny spaces
the sweet face of hope.

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Magnetism – Tanka

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by Lauren Scott

You’re standing so near

using up my air supply

No feather kisses –

tingling touches on my skin

I need a moment to breathe

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Ce îmi rămâne fără tine?

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de Iulia-Florentina Paciurea

Ce îmi rămâne fără tine?
Un ceas perfid, într-un perete,
Un pumn de sare împrăștiat,
Cafea și un pisic bălțat,
Un nour veșnic, trei stejari
Și-o poartă sprijinită-n pari.

Tu le făceai pe toate ale tale…
Aveai cinci rochii – numai Soare,
Aveai un râs puțin strident
Și o privire de trident,
Erai mai aprigă ca marea supărată,
Mai blândă decât floarea-mbujorată.

Ce îmi rămâne? Să mă mint.
Îmi spun că ești printre vecine,
Că ai găsit, pe drum, un câine,
Mă mint că ai plecat după albine,
Că te întorci, în noapte, mâine…
Cu faguri albi, cu apă și cu pâine.

Mă mint că te-ai pierdut pe la izvor,
Că dormi la umbra dulce-a plopilor,
Că m-ai uitat citind din cărți
Povești, cum e a noastră, poate…
În care visul mi-e realitate,
În care suntem fără de păcate.

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Ce e iubirea

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de Laura-Gianina Lăcătușu

Ce este iubirea, cine poate ști?
Atâtea nume i s-ar potrivi
Poate să fie, dragoste sau joc
Sau, lacrima cusută dintr-un dor…

Ce e iubirea, cine poate ști?
E un calvar sau poate agonii
Un zbor senin sau numai cicatrici
Lăsate-n noapte unei fericiri

Ce e iubirea, cine să îmi spună
Când viscolul din teamă se răzbună
Și lumea-ncorsetată de apus
Privesc înfrigurați spre alte culmi

Ce e iubirea, dacă nu solfegii
Oceane de trăiri în largul zării
Sau flacăra ce mistuie-neștire
O inimă ce-mparte dăruire…

Ce e iubirea, cine s-o-nțeleagă
Când azi cu timpul totul se destramă
Prizăm cu frenezie falsitate
Iar viața e un teatru pân’ la moarte

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