de Nicole Sara În inima unei bătăi de inimă e numai un gândtorcând pe vers de departe, plângând sau râzând,printre frunze de toamnă și petale de vară,pași măturândÎn inima unei bătăi de inimă e doar căldură și joc,viu, strălucire, zâmbet, secunde de foc,de mână cu timpul, cu cerul, cu soarelesurâs de norocȘi-n inima unei bătăi de …
Continue reading În inima unei bătăi de inimă…/ In the heart of a heartbeat
de Anca Horga Up on the railroad trackWatching trains go forth and back,Sound of heavy steel,Scratching wheels,Talk to me about the long journeys I took,Not by myself, but with a book,Doors open, doors closeTo the footsteps of come and go,Conversations of where you're fromAnd where you're heading to,Exchanging beliefs with a warm look. *** Deasupra căii …
February 2026In my garden Photos by me Love, Manuela Copyright © 2016-2026 manuela@inalove.world
by Rana A gleam above the surface of the waves ferociously wildThe calm in the middle of thunder creates chaos I opposeThe thundering rocks battling the storms do carry tales untoldUnsung songs of misery are then revealed by all the highs and lowsThe cruel force of burning desires diminishes emotions in its waySlow but eager, sorrows …
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 …
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 Simona Prilogan We used to smile at dawns,In the evenings, we asked the moon,To join us in a waltz,Of joy playing its tune.We used to call it love,With firestorms in heart,But zest dismayed the dove,Soaring ardours above,Till found the peace apart. © Simona Prilogan https://prilogansimona.wordpress.comhttps://portal.revistatimpul.ro/ Image: https://prilogansimona.wordpress.com/
by Marcello Comitini The icy wind polishes the curls of the balustradeand the hard leaves of the magnolia that seeksrefuge between the closed walls of my garden.It was not she who saw me playingwith her white flowers.But from her brown branches rises the scentof a song in the language of the seathat was once mine.There, the …
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