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Moldoveanu Cristina-Monica

Am scris poezii din 2007 şi minipoeme, inspirate de lirica niponă din 2010.

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Eppur non si muove

Poeziile mele traduse de mine în limba engleză, selecţie din 2007 până azi. Plus adaosuri de fotografii, haiga, haiku.

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01. For Stephanie Jane - Mar 1, 2019 5:58:06 PM
Here is the link to Stephanie’s blog, writing about my poems: http://litflits.blogspot.com/2019/02/the-scent-of-blue-ink-by-cristina.html Thank you very much, Stephanie, for your comment and appreciation of my ebook. I wrote poems since the end of 2006 so I waited for a dialogue with a reader or an opinion about my poems for 12 years. And your answer came […]
02. Eternal youth - Sep 4, 2017 11:42:22 AM
The infant opened his eyes and asked the sky: who are you mother? tell me if I am like you. The sky kept silent and the child started to cry. turn your face to the woods, my child. do you see that tree struck by lightning? How could he keep inside himself the fire and […]
03. Some of my poems - May 21, 2017 2:29:42 PM
my smashwords page https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/725390
04. the discreet peace of a late summer - Sep 14, 2016 6:15:51 PM
it is a wonderful day that looks me straight in the eyes/ the cleanest moment when the sky of deep blue is leaning on the shoulders of the earth/ and the grass hardly grows as if from an ocean with its tips slowly swaying it is easy to tie with the knot of your scarf […]
05. song for the bewitched pumpkin - Jul 23, 2016 10:40:52 PM
it was a beautiful story about little girls big as acorns reading other stories sitting upon bewitched little mushrooms with hot milk with honey inside amber cups before bedtime I sat with my ear on forest soil searching for the tree of trees the giant from the fairy tale his words stilled the whole breathing […]
06. bound to be happy - Jul 20, 2016 8:13:35 PM
we sharpen the bread knife. we spread the bilberry jam on the white bread slice with the blade of the knife. clouds after clouds gather over our heads. it almost smells like rain you tell me how beautiful it will be when it will rain. how good it will be the very next moment. we […]
07. the wisdom of the ground - Jul 13, 2016 10:13:06 PM
you are not worth yet the price of a mustard seed you lived neither 7 years of drought nor 3 nights without a day through the core of your eyes you let inside a hurry-scurry of swarming cherry petals flocks of crowned swans sunrises with a purple mantle and all the vain beauty of this […]
08. jagged - Jul 13, 2016 8:48:21 PM
life is jagged it sticks with doggish eyes to your ankle and asks for fondling at the border of the wasteland where the long black engine whistles from time to time but life is jagged and has no pity alike the human brain seen under microscope it has an extended area if you unfold it […]
09. bagatelle - Jul 13, 2016 8:10:00 PM
what can I say revered audience form the underground of two millennia life is beautiful my esteemed contemporaries from the Moon to the Sun it is a long time life is so beautiful and has such deep eyes regardless of their color it cries torrential tears and it fights like a sea that is forced […]
10. antifeminism - Jul 12, 2016 8:48:59 PM
my ladies why did you let your men make you manlike I don’t think about the beer that you gurgle beside them nor about the steering wheel the ceremonial pipe or the new chemical elements but I think about comfy pants and comfy bras or boyish haircut and for God’s sake even on your face […]