ESSAYS
Posted on January 17, 2021 by magda
Birthdays
I’ll bake tonight a rounded caketo celebrate the wish I makeI’ll lit my candles with the Moonand let them glow in nightly gloom.
I wish myself a better year,to feel and see what I can’t hear,and as a snake sheds its own skinI’d like to shed my old chagrin.
In darkened room...
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Posted on December 25, 2020 by magda
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GM8M5TD4F5k
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Posted on July 18, 2020 by magda
Legacy
“THERE ARE NO UNATTAINABLE HEIGHTS, THERE ARE ONLY TOO SHORT WINGS”
This is the only thing left of me there, in Riihimäki, at my first and most beloved workplace, RIIHIMÄEN AIKUISLUKIO MAAHANMUUTTAJIEN PERUSKOULU ( Riihimäen aikuislukio – Riihimäen kaupunki ): A QUOTE.
When I first started to work there, in April 2003,...
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Posted on December 8, 2019 by magda
The day I died / Ziua in care am murit
I was eighteen,
I woke up that morning
and I thought:
today is my last day on earth.
I went outside,
a November morning
dark and heavy
looked at me morosely.
Yet what I saw was
the fire of a daring sunrise
at the horizon.
The rain fell cold
yet I saw its...
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Posted on March 23, 2019 by magda
Cos’è mai la Poesia…? / What is Poetry …?
Cos’è mai la Poesia
se non un’emozione
del cuore, scritta
con l’inchiostro
dell’anima,
nel intonso bianco cielo
d’un foglio?
Si sveglia nel
cuore della notte
e pulsa, e freme
impaziente al lume di candela
o ai primi cinguettio del mattino:
come uccellino ancora implume
dal nido vuol alzarsi
e in un canto alto levarsi in volo.
Nell’albe...
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Posted on January 5, 2019 by magda
Dona, d’aquí a un temps
Dona, d’aquí a un temps,
després de tu i de mi
i de les flors marcides,
¿què en serà, d’aquest dormitori
on ens hem estimat?
¿I què en serà, del mirall,
del penja-robes, del balancí,
del retrat de nuvis que tira a magenta,
de les fines esberles
del guix, que han absorbit
el nostre alè, la...
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Posted on September 19, 2018 by magda
The scent of a father
Since I was a toddler up to the age of 14, when I went to high school, my family called me MITSUKA, especcially my Dad.
I didn’t know why, where from the nick name, sometimes, while growing up, I thought that it may have been an influence...
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Posted on March 21, 2018 by magda
Colour me gone
Colour me gone
I’m just a pawn
In life’s chess game
I’m just a non-
person, a yawn,
and all the same.
I take no heart,
I play no part
In this last act
I’m game for Art,
my counterpart,
and that’s a fact.
I know not why
I’m a far cry
from all that’s known
a harvest fly
of the wild rye.
colour me...
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Posted on December 6, 2017 by magda
Happy Independence Day, Finland! SUOMI 100!
PYHÄ SYNNYINMAA
Sua muistamme ain, pyhä syntymämaa,
mikä lieneekin toimemme, työmme,
ylin onni Sa oot, minkä ihminen saa,
elon aurinko, tähtönen yömme;
Sun korpies kuisketta kuulimme lasna,
sitä unhota emme me harmajahasna,
Sun valtaasi tahdomme vahvistaa,
Sua lempien leipääsi syömme.
Oli kielesi kirkkaus jo vertaamaton,
kun soi sitä äiteimme huulet,
sen kauneus nyt karttunut, varttunut on,
tänä...
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Posted on July 24, 2017 by magda
„Caldura” finlandeza
„Bucura-te de lucrurile marunte. Într-o buna zi s-ar putea sa privesti înapoi si sa descoperi ca erau cele mai importante lucruri.” Robert Brault 16 iulie 2017, Kotka, Finlanda.
Mottoul ales pentru corespondenta de astazi este definitoriu pentru modul în care locuitorii din Kotka si foarte multi turisti care s-au implicat...
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