Summer

Last day of August 2018

Playground in the end of August 2018           ...Read More »

Unde-s nebunii? / Where are the madmen?

                    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...Read More »

La Rosa

                    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...Read More »

Les nourritures spirituelle

Les nourritures spirituelle                   Magdalena ...Read More »

Layla and Majnun

                                      Layla and Majnun Show me the most damaged parts of your soul and I will show you how it still shines like gold…   Nizami ...Read More »

Wondering with the Moon

                                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...Read More »

Magdalena's Day

                          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...Read More »

I Thee Wed

                  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...Read More »

La multi ani, Tata!

La multi ani, Tata!                                     Maria Magdalena Biela     ...Read More »

Dark hair

                    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...Read More »

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