Today we will leave the lights switched off, light candles and wait till early morning hours, till night lets us go. Life will...
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When Memories Disappear…
(translated into English by Mirela Petrașcu) ‘The first obligation of the Memory Police was to make sure that...
Giant eye
The giant eye of the sun lost over the sea. The sky’s contemplation reversed in your mind. At the words of Neptune‘s call the...
Burnzone
This summer I walked under the burning light. I didn‘t search for shadows. I exposed myself to what I would have avoided before...
We are here
We are here. Truths explode in our hands. Another full moon pulled us out of sleep. We continue to live. Months pass by like...
Daydream to Cairo
There was a light reflection in my room which connected me to the past. A memory, nothing clear at first sight. Then the wish to...
Bosphorus waves
Glitter and sweets cover the darkness of dusty layers. Sadness vanishes in the sound and light show of the long Caddesi. External...
The emperor spoke
The emperor spoke the people nodded. Yesterday begins by walking on long descending stone stairs. In the dark we feel potatoes...
Literatura română în Europa. Interviu cu Cătălin...
În 2010, romanul „Aproape a şaptea parte din lume” de Cătălin Pavel a fost desemnat câștigătorul Concursului de Debut Literar...
Days without poetry
constantly- suddenly change- organism human- body affection- infection community- immunity sane- invisible mutation- population...
Catalysis
No sound ever dies, believed Marconi- it floats away through the immensity of the universe. Is it more important to not feel pain...
Within us
There is a dream motel where lights are always on. The door is open and we drop in one by one. In rooms we can explore the silver...
Quid est veritas
After the last light switches off we know everything has been done. But in the darkness, things still carry on. I remember happy...
On earth
There was a quiet call of the wind when the walls came tumbling down. The copper tray was collecting every memory it had seen on...
Forugh Farrokhzād: „Reborn”
Reborn My entire soul is a murky verse Reiterating you within itself Carrying you to the dawn of eternal burstings and...
Voices
When he started to write a new poem, he always felt observed. There were the readers listening to each single word with ears wide...
Extraordinary
The silence in this place covers everything. The deep green olive trees, the dusty white stones, the sunburned grass, the dry...
The elephant path
Summer started and you charged your feelings, bought a new bikini, your favourite tanning oil, sunblock 30. The sunglasses looked...