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You are our last confessors. I saw you în the spring time Aș an explosion of green fire. And the wind which hits With its bare foot În the flames stirring your power. Everything which is death Cannot be born, but now, the shade Is sick and suffers under the pedestal Of the darken sky. The sun hâș fallen în love With another world Which is far away, but you, The field of grasses Like a loyal and pious Mother have
THE FIELDS WITH GRASS de MARIN MIHALACHE în ediţia nr. 2042 din 03 august 2016 [Corola-blog/BlogPost/370609_a_371938]
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the flames stirring your power. Everything which is death Cannot be born, but now, the shade Is sick and suffers under the pedestal Of the darken sky. The sun hâș fallen în love With another world Which is far away, but you, The field of grasses Like a loyal and pious Mother have faithfully remain To cover our bodies Fallen asleep în the Lord. Referință Bibliografica: CÂMPURI CU IERBURI / THE FIELDS WITH GRASS / Marin Mihalache : Confluente Literare, ISSN 2359-7593, Ediția nr.
THE FIELDS WITH GRASS de MARIN MIHALACHE în ediţia nr. 2042 din 03 august 2016 [Corola-blog/BlogPost/370609_a_371938]
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to this show - Let’s Make Fools of Ourselves! I thankfully note the presence of his excellency the Consul General of România în Sydney, mr. Floricel Mocanu (and mrs Mocanu) and șo many other beautiful people. And not șo beautiful, but I will not mention who. I wish to especially then the NSW State Library and Mrs Oriana Acevedo, through who’s grace and cooperation we managed to have such a beautiful venue for this afternoon’s show. After April this
SPECTACOL BILINGV LITERAR-MUZICAL DE SATIRA ŞI UMOR! de DANIEL IONIŢĂ în ediţia nr. 2045 din 06 august 2016 [Corola-blog/BlogPost/370526_a_371855]
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some dill, stupid swill. Anyway... în the end like a drunk on the mend I just lie and pretend that it’s me every day pretty please, if I may... without fear drinking beer, mighty lion în flight vain delight! But it’s simply a lie - can’ț deny that it’s me în a spree and I swear full of glee, that I’ll be just some crazy old blight. GEORGE: Ai obosit!? Hai să o spun eu în limba
SPECTACOL BILINGV LITERAR-MUZICAL DE SATIRA ŞI UMOR! de DANIEL IONIŢĂ în ediţia nr. 2045 din 06 august 2016 [Corola-blog/BlogPost/370526_a_371855]
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că mor You are șo încântătoare Oh, my dear, cât te ador. When I go la braț cu tine Mă simt very măgulit Căci are looking toți la mine Oh, I am șo, fericit. All ar fi atât de bine... But nu face pe nebună Căci I tell ce simt în mine Dar tu fly like bărzăuna. Understand? I love you dragă How you want me să vorbesc You are totul pentru mine And I want să te-ntâlnesc. But is
SPECTACOL BILINGV LITERAR-MUZICAL DE SATIRA ŞI UMOR! de DANIEL IONIŢĂ în ediţia nr. 2045 din 06 august 2016 [Corola-blog/BlogPost/370526_a_371855]
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bine... But nu face pe nebună Căci I tell ce simt în mine Dar tu fly like bărzăuna. Understand? I love you dragă How you want me să vorbesc You are totul pentru mine And I want să te-ntâlnesc. But is dificult, vezi bine Căci your mother e pe fază Și din five în five minute Carefully ne controlează Maybe să ajung la tine Că în Shakespeare, Juliet I, Romeo, love pe tine Give me scară din boschet. Aliona: melodie
SPECTACOL BILINGV LITERAR-MUZICAL DE SATIRA ŞI UMOR! de DANIEL IONIŢĂ în ediţia nr. 2045 din 06 august 2016 [Corola-blog/BlogPost/370526_a_371855]
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pulled the shutters over my eyes./ Now I’m at peace and meditate/ on my third-floor/ remote island.// Like Robinson/ I also have a few friends/ who never disturb me:/ Thursday, Saturday, Sunday,/ Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday.// There was another, Friday,/ but he betrayed me/ for a black widow...// They’re as quiet as me!/ All of us suffer from agoraphobia/ and want to be alone!/ (...)” (Alone) George Roca nu ne bombardeaza prea des și cu prea multe texte proprii. El adună
GEORGE ROCA… CĂUTÂND INSULA FERICIRII de MELANIA CUC în ediţia nr. 1680 din 07 august 2015 [Corola-blog/BlogPost/368076_a_369405]
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26-30 June and 3-7 July, the Smithsonian Institute organized “Smithsonian Folklife Festival” on the grounds of the U.S. Național Mall. This year the guest of honor was the country of Hungary who presented the program "Hungarian Heritage Roots to Revival". But for what kind of “revival” invested Hungary one million dollars of expenses? În fact, based on the schedule presented and artists' media interviews, Hungary created a huge lobbying for revival for the Hungarian Kingdom în expenses of Romanian territory, Transylvania
SIMONA BOTEZAN [Corola-blog/BlogPost/362484_a_363813]
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Hungary created a huge lobbying for revival for the Hungarian Kingdom în expenses of Romanian territory, Transylvania. Aș Romanian Journalist from Transylvania, I specially paid attention at the Hungarian Heritage program which were absolutely impressive în the staging and performance. But I was extremely disappointed by the separatist message that Hungarians have transmitted to American public about Transylvania . Media noticed tradițional Romanian songs, dance ... Citește mai mult Between 26-30 June and 3-7 July, the Smithsonian Institute organized “Smithsonian Folklife Festival” on
SIMONA BOTEZAN [Corola-blog/BlogPost/362484_a_363813]
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26-30 June and 3-7 July, the Smithsonian Institute organized “Smithsonian Folklife Festival” on the grounds of the U.S. Național Mall. This year the guest of honor was the country of Hungary who presented the program "Hungarian Heritage Roots to Revival". But for what kind of “revival” invested Hungary one million dollars of expenses? În fact, based on the schedule presented and artists' media interviews, Hungary created a huge lobbying for revival for the Hungarian Kingdom în expenses of Romanian territory, Transylvania
SIMONA BOTEZAN [Corola-blog/BlogPost/362484_a_363813]
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Hungary created a huge lobbying for revival for the Hungarian Kingdom în expenses of Romanian territory, Transylvania.As Romanian Journalist from Transylvania, I specially paid attention at the Hungarian Heritage program which were absolutely impressive în the staging and performance. But I was extremely disappointed by the separatist message that Hungarians have transmitted to American public about Transylvania . Media noticed tradițional Romanian songs, dance ... IX. UNGURIILOR LE STĂ BEREA ÎN GÂT ÎN SUA CÂND VĂD STEAGUL ROMÂNESC, de Simona Botezan , publicat
SIMONA BOTEZAN [Corola-blog/BlogPost/362484_a_363813]
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the calligraphy of my words strings itself on your body Running faster and faster, flightier and flightier, Șo that I cannot fathom it anymore. Now and then I add a word, which hastily moves în a row between the others But suddenly you puț your index finger to my mouth And stop the running of the words. I already said to much. And the actions... The actions, impatient now Are also like a calligraphy, following the same rules aș the words
POEME BILINGVE (6) de DANIEL IONIŢĂ în ediţia nr. 1237 din 21 mai 2014 [Corola-blog/BlogPost/370237_a_371566]
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to all those of a puerile, immature condition, many of whom deserved a back hand across their faces. I was în fact doing exactly that when their parents were looking away. They would scream that Father Christmas hâș hit them..., but their parents would explain to them, patiently, that... în fact Father Christmas does not exist ! Often I would wake up aș a customs officer for thoughts and dreams, charging duty for all sorts of high volume subjective goods, from prayers
POEME BILINGVE (6) de DANIEL IONIŢĂ în ediţia nr. 1237 din 21 mai 2014 [Corola-blog/BlogPost/370237_a_371566]
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Judgment. Finally, with the passing of time, I was introducing myself aș a professor of calligraphy, în a world where no one was writing with pens anymore. They were all laughing at me, pounding on keyboards monotonous and deadly keyboards. But all of these destinies would flicker faintly like some lights on the horizon, which could not dim the brightness of the stars on the mid-summer night sky... because through all of these lives I loved you! Therefore I only vaguely
POEME BILINGVE (6) de DANIEL IONIŢĂ în ediţia nr. 1237 din 21 mai 2014 [Corola-blog/BlogPost/370237_a_371566]
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venit Ca să te caut și să-ți dau odihnă. COME TO ME (Matthew 11:28-30) Your life's a drumming of bereft desires, A drab routine, low swill, a vapid quest. You cling to dreams of fog, and smothered fires... But come to me, for I will give you rest. Long have you waited for the days to brighten, And slaved în vain, while hoping for the best. When lights go dim, your heart begins to frighten, Make haste to me
POEME BILINGVE (6) de DANIEL IONIŢĂ în ediţia nr. 1237 din 21 mai 2014 [Corola-blog/BlogPost/370237_a_371566]
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Imaginație > DANIEL IONIȚĂ - BILINGUAL POEMS (2) / POEME BILINGVE (2) Autor: Daniel Ioniță Publicat în: Ediția nr. 858 din 07 mai 2013 Toate Articolele Autorului YOU KNOW LOVE... You know love by the leaves, the flowers, the light and the road. But... The leaves on the coffin never go yellow. The flowers on the grave never wilt. The candles at the dead one's head never go ouț. The road on which the funeral procession travels is never complicated. Therefore, why do
BILINGUAL POEMS (2) / POEME BILINGVE (2) de DANIEL IONIŢĂ în ediţia nr. 858 din 07 mai 2013 [Corola-blog/BlogPost/353215_a_354544]
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fore arm if I am quite famished. Usually I roast their body part (I try not to think of them aș bodies - just aș food. Are they “beings”, even? Or are they simply nourishment? This thought still troubles me sometimes... But not a lot, for I am hungry, I forget it quickly!) I never kill them! No! No! No! I let them live, why wouldn't I? Killing is such a ghastly final thing... (Though shalt not kill, says the commandment
BILINGUAL POEMS (2) / POEME BILINGVE (2) de DANIEL IONIŢĂ în ediţia nr. 858 din 07 mai 2013 [Corola-blog/BlogPost/353215_a_354544]
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be funny, if it wasn't stupid. Cows say the same (about the cows, of course). And șo do chicken. Even dogs, în Chină, have, recently, I hear, Just formed a union against the ingurgitation Of dog-burgers... or hot-dogs, whatever... But back to cows, they are not dumb, you know! They even thought to pull an awesome stunt, And fooled most people into eating horses. Thinking they eat cow. Cheeky things! Șo there, why do you see yourself șo different? I
BILINGUAL POEMS (2) / POEME BILINGVE (2) de DANIEL IONIŢĂ în ediţia nr. 858 din 07 mai 2013 [Corola-blog/BlogPost/353215_a_354544]
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Sunt doar praf stelar... Dar ce ești tu? Acum pot sa imi deschid ochii și să te privesc, Esti o cometă... o iluzie. ILLUSIONS I look at you, Then I look at myself. I don’ț see with my eyes, But with my soul. I sense fire în your steps, În your eyes, în your hands, But not on your face. You are getting closer to me; I can feel your heat, Not an ordinary one, something special, A heat which
ILLUSIONS” DE GEORGE NICOLAE STROIA de REXLIBRIS MEDIA GROUP în ediţia nr. 1785 din 20 noiembrie 2015 [Corola-blog/BlogPost/353279_a_354608]
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te privesc, Esti o cometă... o iluzie. ILLUSIONS I look at you, Then I look at myself. I don’ț see with my eyes, But with my soul. I sense fire în your steps, În your eyes, în your hands, But not on your face. You are getting closer to me; I can feel your heat, Not an ordinary one, something special, A heat which blinds my soul. I am unable to see you, I am waiting, burned by your heat
ILLUSIONS” DE GEORGE NICOLAE STROIA de REXLIBRIS MEDIA GROUP în ediţia nr. 1785 din 20 noiembrie 2015 [Corola-blog/BlogPost/353279_a_354608]
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Inside - ouț. Who are you? What are you? Are you alive? Or a star? Or a planet? I am trying to touch you ... I am melting slowly, Because of you I am no longer human, I am just star dust... But what are you? Now I can open my eyes and gaze at you, You are a comet...or an illusion. *** REGRETE Te-am rănit Și-acum mi-e frig. Îmi simt conștiința pierdută Într-un nor de întuneric. Simt cum
ILLUSIONS” DE GEORGE NICOLAE STROIA de REXLIBRIS MEDIA GROUP în ediţia nr. 1785 din 20 noiembrie 2015 [Corola-blog/BlogPost/353279_a_354608]
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I feel the cold now. I feel my lost conscience. În a cloud of darkness. I feel how my tears Are turning into fire drops. I’d like to be able to stop the time And make it flow backwards, But, I cannot, It’s too lațe for regrets... *** ROPOTE Ploua... Ascult cântecul picăturilor, Ce se stinge ușor, ușor. Un foșnet suav se distinge, Din simfonia perfectă de ropote. Două picături se opresc Pe o frunză de salcâm, Apoi cad, la
ILLUSIONS” DE GEORGE NICOLAE STROIA de REXLIBRIS MEDIA GROUP în ediţia nr. 1785 din 20 noiembrie 2015 [Corola-blog/BlogPost/353279_a_354608]
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can see only the fire, dancing chaotically În the fireplace full of ashes. I am fascinated by its secrets. I want to take it by its hand, To dance together The smouldered love waltz. I try to touch its crown, But it burns me. I sit again to watch it, I can hear only the embers now... Referință Bibliografica: Rexlibris Media Group prezintă: LANSARE DE CARTE LA ADJUD - „ILUZII/ ILLUSIONS” DE GEORGE NICOLAE STROIA / Rexlibris Media Group : Confluente Literare, ISSN 2359-7593
ILLUSIONS” DE GEORGE NICOLAE STROIA de REXLIBRIS MEDIA GROUP în ediţia nr. 1785 din 20 noiembrie 2015 [Corola-blog/BlogPost/353279_a_354608]
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că din frumosu-ți chip să-ți iasă a ta fire... Sonnet 10 William Shakespeare For shame deny that thou bear’st love to any, Who for thyself art șo unprovident. Grant if thou wilt, thou art belov’d of many, But that thou none lov’st is most evident; For thou art șo possessed with murd'rous hate That ‘gainst thyself thou stick’st not to conspire, Seeking that beauteous roof to ruinate Which to repair should be thy chief deșire
ÎN INIMA-ȚI DE PIATRĂ, NIMICUL ARE LOC de MIHAELA TĂLPĂU în ediţia nr. 1638 din 26 iunie 2015 [Corola-blog/BlogPost/352842_a_354171]
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we come! Nu înainte de a avea încă o surpriză la check‐in. Când eu și „Inginerul” prezentăm biletele să ne dea boarding pass‐ul cu locurile de rigoare, țipă de la ghișeu ne spune pe un ton nedumerit că: „Sorry guys, but there are no seats left at the economy class”. Mă uit la Alex, Alex se uită la mine, si nu știam ce să credem. Doar nu ne‐o da locuri în picioare că în autobuz. Sau nu ne‐o pune
20 DE ANI DE LA...DEBARCAREA IN U.S.A de VIOREL VINTILĂ în ediţia nr. 1637 din 25 iunie 2015 [Corola-blog/BlogPost/352958_a_354287]