Summer
Posted on August 31, 2018 by magda
Playground in the end of August 2018
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Posted on August 21, 2018 by magda
Unde-s nebunii? / Where are the madmen?
Unde-s nebunii, unde ni-s nebunii?
E, Doamne, lumea plină de cuminţi,
E plin pământul de martiri şi sfinţi
Atinşi de filoxera-nțelepciunii.
Tăcuta-i gloata de-nțelepți ca sfinxul
În faţa lumii şi-a nemărginirii
Şi-ascultător de rânduiala firii,
Cu un plăvan în jug trudeşte insul.
Scâncesc cuminții-n chingile durerii
Şi, sângerând din răni adânci blândeţe,
Lângă neveste...
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Posted on August 1, 2018 by magda
La Rosa
la inmarcesible rosa que no canto,
la que es peso y fragancia,
la del negro jardín en la alta noche,
la de cualquier jardín y cualquier tarde,
la rosa que resurge de la tenue
ceniza por el arte de la alquimia,
la rosa de los persas y de Ariosto,
la que siempre está sola,
la que siempre...
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Posted on July 30, 2018 by magda
Les nourritures spirituelle
Magdalena
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Posted on July 30, 2018 by magda
Layla and Majnun
Show me
the most damaged
parts of your soul
and I will show you
how it still shines like gold…
Nizami
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Posted on July 24, 2018 by magda
Wondering with the Moon
Flaming glowing moon, sleeplessness moon,
Overbearing, foolishness, in the heart of June
Mercilessly you torment my eyelids to falter,
I am hit by your ray like a boat by water.
Shining in the Time’s eyes amused in delight,
you watch us from cradle until we depart.
Scared by you, the shy cranes so...
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Posted on July 22, 2018 by magda
Maria Magdalena
Men called you light so as to load you down,
And burden you with their own weight of sin,
A woman forced to cover and contain
Those seven devils sent by Everyman.
But one man set you free and took your part
One man knew and loved you to the core
The broken alabaster of...
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Posted on July 21, 2018 by magda
I Thee Wed
She wasn’t taller than her doll-house.
She was still writing to Santa Claus.
Dark curly hair and wide open eyes
she piously kneeled piercing the skies.
She smiled to Heaven and silently said:
“With this heart I Thee wed!”.
She blossomed slowly as a dark Rose,
her wild thorns brought bleeding to her many foes.
Her...
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Posted on July 14, 2018 by magda
La multi ani, Tata!
Maria Magdalena Biela
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Posted on July 3, 2018 by magda
Mon rêve familier
Je fais souvent ce rêv’ étrang’ et pénétrant
D’une femm’ inconnue, et que j’aime, et qui m’aime
Et qui n’est, chaque fois, ni tout à fait la mêm’
Ni tout à fait un’ autr’, et m’aim’ et me comprend.
Car elle me comprend, et mon coeur transparent
Pour elle seul’ hélas ! cesse...
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