dr.subhendu Kar/ ARC OF HUMANITY. (Stay home)

dr.subhendu Kar.

ARC OF HUMANITY.
(Stay home)

Humanity happens to happen
and reasons to reason out
by bliss of heaven,
like an eternal stream to flow
onto eternity,
as virtue reaches out
quantum leap as safe guard,

in our time and space
as we are just an unique phenomenon
of unstinting glory of creation,
like ephemeral blossom of beauty
to disown within mortal frame
as precisive imperfection
encompasses cyclic symmetry
of organic embodiment.

no scare of dreads to stall
halo arc of universe to bough in void,
like fossils of eons and eras
of cambrian shore and beyond.
neither war nor disease ever
rubbles earth to ashes.

clarity of crystals dazzles to glow,
when revered by law of attraction,
very stronghold light of blue,
as constellation of divine love
for mankind to uphold.

we need courage and fortitude
to walk through under unity
of world umbrella,
with no distinctive implicits
of cast, creed, race and religion
like mellow breeze of earth
to reel through emptiness beneath sky.

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Mousumee Baruah / Road

Mousumee Baruah

Road.

Umpteen roads,I am traveling as a wanderer.
Traversing through numerous terrains, like a wagoner.
In the wilderness of the dense forest.
I become a wayfarer, walking through the shades of banyan with zest.
In sleek trek, I become rover smart.
Zooming through the highway with a dart.
Every road is contrasting yet renders the same notes.
That I shall reach the station one, with countless slopes.
Each road also acquainted me with inner-self.
How minuscule in this vast cosmos, I fathom myself.
I am a fleeting cruiser in a transitory harbor.
Marching slowly and steadily, waiting for ultimate departure.

Djurica Edelinski / PERPETUM MOBILE

Djurica Edelinski

PERPETUM MOBILE

There is no end to infinity,

Not even lies that last forever.

There is no loneliness without sorrow,

No love without passion

Everything else is a surrogate ...

A bad copy of happiness.

Coffee for two at the beginning of the end

It's hard to say ... goodbye?

It's hard to bury what's not alive

And for a long time was a delusion.

There is no end to infinity.

Nor the love that lasts in a lie.

Only honest love is eternal,

Like a Phoenix bird...

She from the ashes born.

There is no end to infinity

There is only a beginning

New Love...

Perpetum mobile of life!

Elisa Mascia / GIRL MOTHER

 Elisa Mascia

 GIRL MOTHER.

Since childhood
like a miniature mom
obedient to that innate
maternal instinct
that you own and keep
in soul, cradling and caressing
the idea that one day in the future
can be achieved
the most special and mysterious
of beauties that only to women
mother is granted.

Baby girl games with dolls
that they find themselves alone
as were the general rehearsals
to be able to live up to tomorrow
of that very natural role,
much sought after
but also very difficult
over time
in which updating more and more requires.
It never feels,
you have never been prepared and perfect.
But always ready to be simply named:
full-fledged moms
with love and dignity.

Annie Johnson / The Dark Star of Infinity

Annie Johnson

The Dark Star of Infinity

The whispered hints of knowledge;
The moonless streams of thoughts
Wandering the hidden valley of life
In the shadowed mysteries of existence
Seem like indistinct murmurs -
And forgotten longings of the soul
Echoing from the deep well of time.
My restless spirit wanders
The corridors of the Dark Star;
Delving into its center, allowing
The indifference of words
To slip through my fingers.
The delicate puzzles of fading dirges
And sad laments in doleful song,
Swell from the spheres of Heaven -
Spin in the merry-go-round of space.
The vanished Garden of Eden awaits
The exact moment in time
To reappear upon the Earth.
The Dark Star of infinity
Shall be bright again.

Paulacristina Conceicao / Visto-te

Paulacristina Conceicao

Visto-te

Visto-te

Segunda pele

No meu desejo cru.

Alforriado de pudores

Nas muitas faces do meu amor

Que nunca repele teu toque de cetim.

... Mãos que me possuem

Exploram meus lapsos

Fluidez dos nossos espaços

Transbordantes de volúpia

E luxúria.

Visto-te

Como uma segunda alma

No gozo que me sacia

Alicia e acalma.

És amante

Após ser o verso perfeito

Da poesia que hora sinto

... Completude do meu eu mulher

E poeta.

Traducion

Yo te uso

Vístete

Segunda piel

En mi crudo deseo.

Aliviado de la modestia

En las muchas caras de mi amor

Eso nunca repele tu toque de satén.

... manos que me tienen

Explora mis lapsos

Fluidez de nuestros espacios.

Rebosante de placer

Y lujuria.

Vístete

Como una segunda alma

en la alegría que me apaga

Alicia y se calma.

Eres amante

Después de ser el verso perfecto

De la poesía que siento

... integridad de mi mujer

Y un poeta.

Alby Raymond Parackal / MEMORY PASS THROUGH

Alby Raymond Parackal

MEMORY PASS THROUGH.......

Memory pass through ancient lane,
May be to youthful college days zone;
Made for degree in Physics, a mainline,
Main got at Union Christian College ane!

Meanwhile Internal Emergency inane,
Move out paving way for creative bine;
Mainly campus youth find writings fane,
More so through literary debates fanzine!

Material thoughts on literature cline,
Matter of fact be in language asinine;
Mainly igniting mystic times of sardine,
Materialize in Shakespearian class opine!

Mind upon logical thinking redefine,
Mere social interests as deeds stane;
Motive for futuristic act in mind's ravine,
Motivate humanizations in heathern vane!

Mein to obtain degree with life's acne,
Mend in just after father's demise tyne;
Merriment turns struggle in forward line,
Meant only for winning the play of life line!

Mirela Necula/ How sweet life is

Mirela Necula

How sweet life is

Oh, love, I feel the coolness from your dear wing again!
When the wind tears the flowers and branches in the meadow!
When the clouds are deepening and they don't want to leave!
I come to you, in the sweetness of the jealous eyes I will celebrate!

How easily love loses its trail of eternity!
When it blinds for a second, when it doesn't know what inebriation is anymore !
But with a glass of you, with a glass of me it gets drunk!
Romance, longing, that shimmers in the unchanged gold stone!

Oh love, today you loved me more than yesterday!
When your "romantic genius" rose from their poison, out of nowhere!
It feels good when you hope and feel nice that you defeated destiny!
When I love you and adore you before the gods, like Aphrodite!

Our gong is now beating in eternity!
And awakens the lost destiny in his own personality!
How sweet is life, when the death voluptuousness dies in purity!

Annie Johnson/ Sonnet To Life

Annie Johnson

Sonnet To Life

I walk in silent twilight of my years
A vagrant wayfarer upon life’s path
A wispy shadow passing through life’s tears;
A lonely shade without an epitaph.

What does life give without receipt to be?
This strange enchanted bag of rictus smiles
Comes ‘round to haunt us like a raging sea;
A broken compass guiding endless miles.

It’s such a foolish thought, to be or not,
Marking the passing time that we must choose
To live or die or make a stand for naught
Or be the friend that no man wants to lose.

Life runs out in all its fickle phases
With laments or songs of endless praises.

Dr. JERNAIL S. ANAND / LUXURY

Dr. JERNAIL S. ANAND

LUXURY

As a member of this human race,
I have known only one art,
To survive.
Not to give way.
Never to lose hope.

Suffer indignities, and yet,
Crave for life.
Neither tortures of concentration camps
Nor hatred of Hitler,
Nor the bombing of Hiroshima,
Nothing could deter me.

I am back again,
With my passion to live more decently,
More intensely, and more extensively.
This world was not enough for me.
Mars! I am coming.

Times are often found to conspire
Against the best of men.
The world is crazy.
It hated Christ. Hemlocked Socrates.
If you didn’t stop
A TV channel is enough for you.

Man is always in debate with himself,
Society has always lived on folly,
And quarantined wisdom;
Perhaps, we believe
More in the poison than the nectar,
And we have survived both.

Don’t look back into the dark alleys
Of myth or even of history.
It is blood and gore.
It has been a bitter struggle.
Even today, we have survived several assaults
And, if we are alive, it is a luxury.

Nguyen Chinh / THE AUTISM HAMLET

Nguyen Chinh

THE AUTISM HAMLET
XÓM TỰ

“Xóm tự kỷ' tên nghe rất lạ
Ở ngay thành phố tạo thành khu
Là nơi hàng chục hộ nghèo khó
Từ những vùng quê đến định cư

“The Autism Hamlet” its name sounds strange
Right in the city it’s an area, a trip I arrange
A place where dozens of poor families
From the countryside settled down actually

Ngoài việc kiếm ăn còn mục đích
Đưa con chữa trị bệnh tâm thần
Y khoa phân loại đây là bệnh
Tự kỷ hay trầm uất bản thân

They have a purpose when earning a living
Their children’s mental illness needed curing
Medically classified, this is a kind of sickness
The autism or depressed oneself illness

Tôi đến xóm này vào buổi xế
Ghé qua quán nước để dò thăm
Tôi chưa kịp hỏi từ trong quán
Bà chủ cửa hàng đã cản ngăn:

I came to this hamlet in the afternoon
I stopped at a stall to ask info later soon
I’ve not asked yet, from the stall by roadside
The owner went out and gave me an advice

“Cô hãy về đi đừng lãng vãng
Nơi đây nguy hiểm không bình an”
Khoát tay ra dấu cho tôi biết
Chưa kịp hỏi thêm tôi ngỡ ngàng

“Madam! be back, don’t hang around here
It’s dangerous, not peaceful you may not hear”
She waved her hand to let me know the warning
Not promptly to ask more info I was surprising

Tôi bỗng giật mình bởi tiếng hét
Thật to “…ước, …ước” chói bên tai
Chụp ngay xô nước của hàng quán
Kịp thấy hành vi một bé trai

A scream made me startled when hearing
The sound was loud, water - water, jarring
A boy took a water bucket of the stall
I promptly saw the boy‘s action in the whole

Cậu bé bê xô xối lên người
Tôi chưa kịp hiểu được điều gì
Từ xa đến nắm tay thằng bé
Là một phụ nữ khoảng bốn mươi

He raised the bucket, poured water onto his body
I couldn't understand what happened so quickly
From far away, a woman about forty years old
She ran near, the boy's arm was in her hold

Hớt hãi hớt ha mắt ái ngại
Nhìn tôi tỏ vẻ như tươi cười
Như ngầm muốn nói lời xin lỗi
Xin lỗi mọi người, xin lỗi tôi

With her scared and shy eyes, she looked me
She smiled to appear her fresh sympathy
As she implicitly wanted to say sorry
To ask forgiveness from people and me

Xen lẫn tiếng xì xầm bực bội
Đoán chừng đây đúng thật là nơi
Đúng như địa chỉ tôi tìm đến
Tôi tiến hành ngay phỏng vấn thôi

In the mixed annoying murmur of hate
I guessed here must be the right place
Suitable to the address I had to view
I proceeded right away an interview

Tôi đoán chị này là mẹ bé
Tỏ ý muốn theo chị về nhà
Gật đầu ngượng nghịu chị đồng ý
Từ đó về nhà chị khá xa

I guessed this woman was the boy's mom
I expressed my thought of visiting her home
With a bit of shyness, she nodded to agree
It was rather far from here to her house, see!

Nhà chị nằm trong con hẽm hẹp
Trong khu nhà trọ khoảng mươi phòng
Phòng nào cũng có trẻ đang bệnh
Tự kỷ tập trung sinh hoạt chung

Her room is located In a narrow alley
In a row of rented houses about ten families
In any family here, they all have a sick boy or girl
Due to their autism, for mutual help, they gathered

Khác với ban trưa cậu bé quậy
Con trai của chị ngồi co ro
Ngước nhìn cái quạt trần quay tít
Lẫm bẫm thì thầm như ngẩn ngơ

Her son wasn't like the naughty boy recently
Her huddled to look up at a ceiling fan fixedly
The fan was spinning while he was mumbling
He looked stunned to whisper something

Mắt chị lệ nhòa, chị đã khóc
Nhìn con trai sắc mặt lầm lì
Ẩn sau điệu bộ đầy xa cách
It nói không ham cuộc sống này?

She seemed to be in shedding tears
To look at her son’s taciturn face here
Behind his solitary gestures, he hid deep
It was an attitude of unwillingness to live?

Thế giới nội tâm đầy phức tạp.
Lẽ nào em bé thiếu tình thương?
Của cha của mẹ nên mơ ước
Không được như mơ trở khác thường

The world of the inner mind is a complexity
Might the child lack compassion or mercy?
Lacking the parents’ affections, he might wish
But not satisfying, he turned strange more or less

Các phụ huynh có con tự kỷ
Không sao kể hết nỗi đau buồn
Nỗi đau khủng hoảng vô cùng lớn
Vì trẻ khó khăn hòa cộng đồng

The parents have the autism children, disabled
How sad they are! Their sorrow is uncountable
The mental pain is so immense in a real tragedy
Because children are hard to adapt to society

Bất cứ nhà nào con mắc phải
Việc tìm ra bệnh để quan phòng
Vai trò cha mẹ càng quan trọng
Xã hội nhà trường cũng góp công

So any family had children with illness clinging
They must find the illness origin for caring
The parents’ role is an important truth
The school and society also contribute

Hệ thống y khoa và giáo dục
Song song điều trị trẻ hồi tâm
Hiện nay đã có ở thành phố
Bệnh viện dành cho trẻ thiểu năng

The medical and educational system of life
Cure parallelly for their returning of normal mind
Nowadays, there are some specialty hospitals
Hospitals are for disabled children in the whole

“Chị kể tôi nghe về bệnh cháu
“Thưa cô khi cháu vừa lên ba
Bi bô nói ngọng không rõ tiếng
Lúc nói lúc cười lúc hét la

“Please tell me about your son’s illness
“Madam! When he was three more or less
He babbled to lisp, almost not sounded
Now spoken then smiled and shouted

Càng lớn càng nhiều cử chỉ lạ
Khi đi thì thích nhón chân lên
Đứng thì quay tít như bông vụ
Hàng xóm ác mồm nói cháu điên

Growing up he has several strange gestures
When walking, on tiptoe he often goes
Standing, he spins like a teetotum, you see
The foul-mouthed neighbor said he was crazy

Cháu thích nhất trò chơi xé giấy
Xé tan đống giấy rồi ngồi nhìn
Xếp từng mãnh nhỏ vào khay lớn
Cứ xếp lấy ra chơi một mình

He liked most the game of paper tearing
After tearing off the paper he sat looking
Or put small pieces of paper into a big tray
Taking and putting back, by himself he played

“Tôi nghĩ con tôi chậm phát triển
Bẩm sinh tiếng khóc không ra âm
Ở quê không có trường chuyên biệt
Dạy trẻ tật nguyền bị điếc câm

“I think my son's mind is retarded to grow
His congenital cry was without sound
There is no specialty school in the countryside
To teach disabled children, deaf and dumb life

Thương cháu về đây thuê chỗ trọ
Để cho cháu được nhận vào trường
Sau hơn sáu tháng cháu thay đổi
Biết nói vài câu tôi thật mừng

Due to my son's illness, we live in rented housing
For him to be able to get specialized schooling
After six schooling months, he has changed attitudes
He knows to speak a bit I’m glad with my gratitude

Vui quá ôm con khóc nức nở
Giờ đây tuổi cháu đã mười hai
Biết đi tiểu tiện đúng nơi chỗ
Biết nói nhu cầu tối thiểu rồi

So happy, I sobbed and hugged him
He was now twelve years as I dream
He knows to urinate in the right place
Knowing to ask the daily needs to take

Đói biết đòi ăn, khát hỏi uống
Không còn cáu gắt như ngày nào
Tuy nhiên tự kỷ bao giờ hết
Hòa nhập cộng đồng biết xã giao?

Hungry he asks for food, thirsty for drinking
He has not been as angry as ever, so I think
I wonder how long his autism will end, you see
To adapt to social relationships in community

Cũng phải nhờ trường và xã hội
Nhất là tạo dịp chúng giao lưu
Phụ huynh nào cũng yêu con cháu
Tìm đúng trường cho con tối ưu

I also need the school and society assistance
Especially, their exchange must have some chance
The parents all love their offspring
They must find a suitable schooling

Cha mẹ có cùng chung cảnh ngộ
Thường xuyên đưa trẻ cùng đi chơi
Cùng nhau học hỏi và trao đổi
Cho trẻ dần quen tiếp cận đời.

The parents with the same plight being let down
They should frequently let their children go out
Let them exchange and understand one another
Let children get used to approaching life forever

Sau buổi phỏng vấn làm thiện nguyện
Tôi trao mẹ bé một phần quà
Bé trai bước đến vòng tay: “Dạ
Con cảm ơn cô đến viếng nhà.”

After the interview, I did the charity
I gave to the boy’s mother a gift of mercy
The boy came to me politely to bow
“Yes! Thank you for visiting our house. 

Autor Ioan Draga

DECEBAL ...

Pe o stâncă rece într-un vârf de munte,
Lângă trecătoarea către răsărit,
Cu o barbă deasă și fire cărunte,
Se-odihnește un om tare istovit.

Ochii lui sunt ageri, fața e brăzdată,
De-ale vremii urme dar și de război,
Pe arma de luptă mâna-i încleștată,
Căci năvălitorii au venit șuvoi.

Își adună-n taină gânduri nerostite,
Sub umbrele nopții care au trecut,
Pe cărări de piatră și stânci ascuțite,
Coboară tăcerea peste al său scut.

Fiul lui Scorilo, Decebal e rege,
De două decenii e de neînvins,
Nu îi este frică de a morții lege,
Dragostea de țară în el s-a aprins.

Priceput în toate, iscusit la faptă,
E abil în luptă, strașnic și viteaz,
Înțelept în planuri, răbdător așteaptă,
S-atace dușmanul, să nu-i dea răgaz.

Dar pare că soarta i-a întins o cursă,
Curajos acceptă ce-i scris în destin,
Pe a vieții masă cupa este pusă,
Fără să regrete bea al ei pelin.

Cerul este negru, norii se adună,
Sunete de jale scot sabii de fier,
Soarele dispare plânge blânda lună,
În umbrele nopții lacrimi curg din cer.

Brazii se îndoaie, vântul se-ntețește,
Sângele ca râul curge pe pământ,
Vulturul se-nalță, Roma biruiește,
Pe drumuri cad trupuri, Decebal e-nfrânt.

Dar decât robie-n aspră umilință,
Decât lanțuri grele și batjocorit,
Pune capăt vieții prin a sa voință,
El e dacul liber de necucerit.

Lasă moștenire dragostea de țară,
Pentru toți urmașii care vor veni,
Glia strămoșească este o comoară,
Pentru totdeauna ea va straluci.

Yazda Ashrafi / Black Is Beautiful

Yazda Ashrafi

Black Is Beautiful

Black is the black board,
Black is child's pencil lead,
So black is beautiful.
Black is long hair of Indian girls
Black is collyrium eyes of beautiful girl,
So black is beautiful.
Black are starlings,
Black are the paradise birds,
So black is beautiful.
Black are grapes,
Black are raisins,
So black is beautiful.
Black is slumber,
Black is the restful night,
So black is beautiful.
Black is symbol of authority,
Black is classic colour for clothing,
Without black white is worthless,
So my dear if outlook is beautiful,
Black is beautiful, black is beautiful!

Annie Johnson / The World That Lies Between Us

Annie Johnson

The World That Lies Between Us

See me in the world that lies between us.
Feel my presence like I’m just across the room.
Hear my footsteps like an echo in your mind -
Familiar whisper of my sandals on the floor.
Hear my laughter as humor carries us away
On wings of shared happiness and joy.
I am your shadow as evening turns to starlight –
A soft haven of dreams and reality loosened
From the grasp of daily routine and duty.
Feel my breath on your face when we lie down
Facing each other in life’s golden embrace
Before delight and living dreams engulf us.
You are of this world that lies between us
Connecting continents and customs through love,
Through divine longing and the mystery
Of finding each other beyond all dreams of having.
Your world belongs to me in your starlit eyes;
And my world is yours through space and time
Written on the carefree wings of morning sunlight.

AYAD AL BALDAWI / Hath and feel jealous

Toward your madness

What would I be without you ....?

You are my slim waist

My memory

Historical

My dream

My stability

Let me collect

Gather you inside

I give you my Paradise with the formation of full moon

Yes madam I am jealous

And feel jealous

When your cheeks touch a passing breath

When you look bewildered

Someone hears visible letters

Borrowing from the seas

Crazy storms blow me

It penetrates my silence

Who said that I am not jealous?

I dreamed of a passion in me

Take you away

Even the rocks sought help from me

I will steal you to my world

To compliment our love and blossom

Carmen Jiménez Martín‎

Carmen Jiménez Martín‎

Yo también he recibido tu paloma mensajera.
Leído, aumenta mi estima hacia ti. " Fiebre Vital", no es solo un libro de poemas, sino que, además, entraña un dinámico y misterioso poder tan grande, que te hace sentir nacida en la cuna del amor. Poemas que te miran a los ojos, y te cautivan...Vibrantes poemas con brío humano, que merece la pena leerlos. Un abrazo

PATY SOTO VIEYRA./ VOLVER A VERTE

PATY SOTO VIEYRA.

A mi Madre que duerme en los brazos de Dios.

VOLVER A VERTE

Perdería mis latidos por volver a verte...

Daría las mañanas con tal de perderme en tus ojos, esos que me amaron tal como soy.

Cambiaría al mar mis pies descalzos por un minuto en tus brazos.

Prefiero gritar para no morir, pues tú ausencia se pega a las paredes y me congela el corazón.

Intento llorar antes de quedar inmóvil
en un sopor de niebla.

Decido dormir, callar e ignorar mis lágrimas que intentan consolarme.

En mi mente te quiero igual que cuando estabas aquí...

PATY SOTO VIEYRA.
En el aniversario luctuoso número trece de mi querida Mamá Mina.

(Derechos reservados de autor)

Elisa Mascia/ Mamma

 Elisa Mascia

Dedication to mom in Coronavirus time.

 Mamma.

Become a mom
in a period of human pandemic history,
we are called to live experience
as it has never been in the past.

She finds herself a young woman
alone with itself,
in the absence of the warmth of the family,
as if a curtain of insensibility had fallen
and, in a delicate, eternal moment,
of the mystery of life,
in which no one is allowed to participate anymore in order to welcome and surround your child with love.
To give relief, after so much effort that only she can understand the one who was and is a mother.

It is all this coldness of feelings of caressing contact for the departure from dear relatives
and by those who have no restrictions
just to avoid Covid contagion,
it forbids gathering and remaining in isolation all on Earth
without sparing the one who represents and gives the symbol of love: a mother

PEPPE ALTIMARE / "For mother's day"

PEPPE ALTIMARE

"For mother's day"

TO DEAR MOTHER

My mother:
a universe of words opens
in the presence of that name.
In this wealth I want to get lost and bask.
As a child, in my hard hands
I put your face, furrowing your smile.
My mother, many years ago from that fixed gaze of yours,
intense, which caused me joy and happiness.
I was a firefly in your bed,
where I took refuge in the warmth of your own
warm intimacy. I held your hand
for me you were a safe haven when I faltered,
dragging me towards calm waters.
You were the land where I planted my roots;
the pillow of my sleepless nights
when I was afraid;
You wiped my tears,
you encouraged my steps,
you corrected my mistakes
and above all you educated my spirit
The happiness of a mother is like a beacon that illuminates the future,
but it also reflects on the past
and wraps it in the sweetness of memories
To me you were like a bank
In which I deposited my pains
and my worries,
but you always soothed my wounds.
I lived Heaven without realizing it,
with His abundance and luminescence,
where my soul was sinking.
Even if your days were going to end,
when you spoke to me, your words were painted in gold
just to remind me that Life
it is the most precious asset
Your gaze went out on a sunny day,
earthly life had forgotten about you.
Now I feel your presence in everything;
your shadow by my side
immaculate, candid, dressed in white.
Now live our sweet memories with the Angels
Make this your new immortal life
an example of perpetuation forever
of a great infinite love.
Time has taken your best years
but I will always stay with you
coloring the few memories lived
with my immense love.
Now you're on your knees before the Most High,
to pray for you and us, so that
we can find and live
in a second Eden;
who knows where, who knows when.

Laura Roda / WHEN EVERYTHING HAPPENS

Laura Roda

WHEN EVERYTHING HAPPENS

When it all happens
and I can hug again,
and my thirsty hands today
of caresses, can shake.
And nothing prevents
the healthy joy of kissing,
when fear is history
and don't dry my pen
to be able to scream.
There will be no borders,
nor stillness that paralyzes,
our life will return ...
And in a sincere hug
my heart to the world will fly,
like brotherly song,
a song of love and friendship.

Author: Laura Roda
Argentina country

CUÁNDO TODO PASE

Cuando todo pase
y pueda volver a abrazar,
y mis manos hoy sedientas
de caricias, pueda estrechar.
Y ya nada impida
la sana alegría al besar,
cuando el miedo sea historia
y no se seque mi pluma
para poder gritar.
No habrá fronteras,
ni quietud que paralice,
nuestra vida volverá...
Y en un abrazo sincero
mi corazón al mundo volará,
como canto fraternal,
un canto de amor y amistad.

Roger Casanatan/ DIVINA CREACIÓN

Roger Casanatan

DIVINA CREACIÓN
Mujer, divino proyecto, último suspiro de Dios al crear el universo.
Inverosímil felicidad del corazón duplicar la gloria y amarte en silencio.
Orlar seráfica imagen, corales tulipanes convertidos en besos.
Gardenia exuberante
de insólito encanto,
sonrisa de almíbar,
paradisiaca mirada;
en labios extenuado beso sin estrenarce.
Oh mujer ! divina creación
por ti la vida,
deviene en milagro.

Jean C Bertrand/ The curtain’s tears

Jean C Bertrand

The curtain’s tears

Something strange
Solitude striking
Bursting with delight
Joyfully aiming dance
With a murmuring voice
Whispered the shades
According to the moon
Perhaps the birds dream
Will come true
Yearning to be on the ship
Kindly hugging all
Sharing the golden laughter
Don’t hesitate to spread your
Wings
Pleasing your hearts tonight
Flying with grandeur
Thanksgiving, heading to galaxy

Zana Coven / Vremeplov

                                                                

Zana Coven

Vremeplov

Gdje su svi oni behari
Naših bezbrižnih proljeća
Kuda su vode Miljacke
Otekle bez povratka

Širi se jutro još umorno
Od noćnog loma i drugara
Pjesme se raspršile po
Praznim pijanim trotoarima

Korake brojim dok hodam
I tragove mnogih proljeća vidim
Ladja vremena u trenu pred očima
Kao filmska vrpca se provlači

Život kao na traci
Na ivicnjaku pločnika
Ja mala držim ruku oca,
Ja sa prvom stidljivom čežnjom

Maturska svilena haljina,
Diplomski rad i prvo slavlje,
Svi moji sutoni i sva moja svitanja,
Iz luke isplovio brod...

Ljubavi, natoči još jednu čašu bis
Večeras slavimo život što teče!

Djurica Edelinski /TOMORROW

Djurica Edelinski

TOMORROW

Yesterday is the past

We don't remember anymore,

Everything that was ugly,

He swallowed oblivion.

Today is a struggle for survival

Chaotic thinking...

Dreams of an earthly paradise.

Tomorrow is a huge wish

From evening to morning,

To arrive in better tomorrow ...

But tomorrow is always faster than us.