Laurian LODOABĂ
Herbst es fließt die Zeit wie das Blut aus der Wunde – ein blauer Nebel schleicht sich in die Burg fällt wie ein Fallbeil auf die verwelkten Grasbüschel * * * ich habe geöffnet mit Schneeflocken an den Wimpern – das Feuer schreit im Kamin die Geliebte zählt ihr Geld […]
Aurel ŞTEFANACHI
Den Schwarm Kraniche betrachtend …Kalidakis genau in meine Augen schauend hat eine andere Meinung… letztendlich die Nachtigall und der Tod…benötigen Lehm… Eine Art Unverschämtheit …wie wir gehen von einem Tag in den anderen eine unendliche Flamme Nahrung für die Uhren… …wie unter den Mauern des Schlachthofs wachsen und blühen Sägemehl und Engel… […]
Anghel GÂDEA
BY THE TREES I have never had any forest, I have never had any trees, Only some locust trees Planted and grew by grandmother. . . The forest was far away And I would make haste to it Only in spring when I picked up snowdrops. . . Only mother had a forest At […]
Anghel GÂDEA
BY THE TREES I have never had any forest, I have never had any trees, Only some locust trees Planted and grew by grandmother. . . The forest was far away And I would make haste to it Only in spring when I picked up snowdrops. . . Only mother had a forest At […]
Marius CHELARU
Christus (Crist) Vor uns von niemandem gesehen sitzt Christus Traurig rezitiert die alten Schriften für niemanden Er flüstert ich bin Christus trage den Schmerz der Welt blutend von dem neuen Krieg ich trage das Glück der Welt im Lächeln des Neugeborenen trage die Sonne und die Blumen der Wunsch zu träumen ist mein […]
Victoria MILESCU
Imitando a los demás La Muerte y Dios, por mí, los dos velando, Yo, lo pasajero alargando, para los gorriones una casa levantaré para el Paraíso un árbol plantaré y seguro un hijo a la luz daré… Pero él, la casa derribará, por parecerle pequeña, el árbol, por no dar frutos, cortará… Sobre todo […]
Simona-Grazia DIMA
ETERNAL ABUNDANCE Wrapped in creepers, in ivy, in an eternal abundance, huge statues of copper, marble and jade, fallen in the depths of the jungle; we shall lie down at the end, knowing we shall vanish, with our artful, merry eyes sparkling from the wisdom of the journey. With our hands touched by the […]
Adrian BOTEZ
The Last Vision what — ridiculous and pathetic − rubbish — does this manlike insect verbalise — in order to give — in his exasperating nothingness — weight and put on airs “I shall save the sacred nations — I shall liberate the Holy Sepulchre — I shall elect Lord God Almighty cosmic president […]
Gabriela PACHIA
Cockleburitching After the pangari, we rendezvous the old tight copper air in the restored painting of Barb and Echinacea knightfair, the same old stagnant scenery with hectares of mythemes thrust into the stout canvas from awry neglectfulness. Freshly limewashed forests, ponds of beguiling laundry blue, sprightly oats in market towns with wadding dozing […]
Ion PACHIA TATOMIRESCU
For the Joy of My Winged Ants… It’s high time I pruned each night, the constellation side — time I turned it into day, for the joy of my winged ants… I myself want to conduct their thought-caravans with incandescent antennae solely on the orange asphalt within the rainbow vaulting your heart — […]