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Banca tăcerii
Ne curg încet, iubite, mirările pe tâmple,Pe buze prind să ardă tăcerile mocnit,Pe portativul serii doar vântu-și cheamă-n umbreAlbastrul din adâncuri, desculț, în asfințit. Ne dor pe geana nopții iar vorbele sub coaste,În piept ne arde febra uitărilor, sub sternEmoții-și tac în lacrimi peluzele albastreȘi-n zodiacul vremii nerosturi se aștern. Cu ochi străini, departe, speranța…
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Scotland: memories framed in light of poetry
In 1789, the national poet of Scotland, Robert Burns, wrote verses that still travel across centuries and hearts. This year, those words met me in the utterly beautiful village of Alloway, where I travelled in January to learn more about Scotland’s poetry and the vibrant hues of its landscapes translated through the pen of Burns.…
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Loch Lomond
A glorious sunrise embraces me in its arms. It caresses me, between gentle and invigorating breezes, looking me straight in the eyes, with flowing sparkles. It is all blue, luminous and magical at the same time. At the zenith, shadows emerge that tightly embrace each other, above the waters. It is as if, on the…