The Journey Of Life Not much can be told about Rini Valentina, a female writer from Indonesia with the full name Valentina Rini Asih Sasami, who was born nearly fifty years ago in a small town in Central Java, Weleri. The smiling and very friendly woman was born identical twins from a mother named Sri…
My Life My name is Peppe Altimare .I was born in Naples, Italy, to parents of humble origins. Since I was a child, I have always played with feelings, always carrying them in my heart and molding them according to circumstances. My cultural education has been seen since I was a child, when what happened…
MY LIFE VULNERABLE CONSCIOUSNESS As the moments are gone and the time is playing blindflies with the empty moments of the eternity the consciousness is speechless looking for a truth, an answer to the endless questions… (Collection of poems , Dreams of Oasis (Amphictyon of Hellenism, Department of Literature, Thessaloniki, 2014 . The collection was…
Regret for the Soil I have came to the hostile land I feared from infecting Infecting to the regret for the soil I have no shelter Except of cold embracement of winter There are the ruminations before me The roof of my home is chaffy My luggage is shabbily chagrin My crime is most heavily…
Self-awareness Oneiric wordplay scripture of life avant-garde of existence I dream of eternity I know it sounds insane but I have an anchor in my heart Plot What comes to my mind is my mind’s Intellectual solitude radiance of hope silence sounds It so suprises me the reversal of my own desires to myself Quotation…
Awakening conscience which flows through the veins doesn’t allow forgetting about oneself despite this you sleep with the hard sleep of Jonas you don’t dump the world on the other side of your eyelids you remain motionless dying while alive Izabela Zubko Poetess, journalist and translator Warsaw, Poland translate by: Anna Meysztowicz 0
THE SEA GETS TOGETHER ME The sea gets together me with infinity. He untangles everyone heavy thoughts. They get dressed in my lunar room conceived destinies. And white sheets. I’m not looking for anyone’s consolation. Guardian of Fire send me One Creator. And the bright misfortune is house of my feelings vast. Rozalia Aleksandrova Writer…
JUBILANCE A poem in every pocket a man some stop and ask, “Any crows today?” He has his own question. Smiling about being a poet, sunshine is stopped, he asks, “Have you ever heard a human say the word?” Jubilant, I have one wish for someone, anyone, to teach me how to listen to silence….
Life is A Dream 1. As if I’d stepped into the world three times Over the earth three rivers flowed Delivering their waters to the great ocean Their stones their sand left outside The edge is meaning of the first river Where in the same figure all branches meet The wreck of a row boat…
