agonia romana v3 |
Agonia - Ateliere Artistice | Reguli | Mission | Contact | ÃŽnscrie-te | ||||
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
||
![]() |
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | |||||
Articol Comunităţi Concurs Eseu Multimedia Personale Poezie Presa Proză Citate Scenariu Special Tehnica Literara | ||||||
![]() |
|
|||||
![]() |
agonia ![]()
■ RecunoÅŸtinţă ![]()
Romanian Spell-Checker ![]() Contact |
- - -
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2006-01-06 | [Acest text ar trebui citit în english] |
Sleeping in the darkest hole,
Playing creature as a role, Shocking, strange and insecure, Greedy handed, self unsure, Opened eyes and mouth to live, Chewing words to make believe. Wrote a line, or two, or so, Tried to find a place to go, Felt the rain fall down your face, Heard the drops fall in disgrace, Faced upon the driest grass, Left the trees by you to pass, Slapped in anger someone’s cheek, Hiding that you’re small and weak. Ran across the longest road, Changed its every sign or code, Talked to devils, talked to God – That’s self-talking, swept by mud. Tin gods stealing off your mind, Truth out there for you to find, Heavy curtains hiding treasures They stay put to all endeavors. One last creature to retrieve From the longest disbelief. Here’s for you one more to stand – That is life’s and death’s command, That is dying when believing And it’s living when achieving One small pearl on the world’s booth, That is one and called The Truth: God has found a way to pay us – Fuel for the creature of chaos. Julia Kretsch 14 April 1997 Constanta
|
||||||||
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
|||
![]() | |||||||||
![]() |
Casa Literaturii, poeziei şi culturii. Scrie şi savurează articole, eseuri, proză, poezie clasică şi concursuri. | ![]() | |||||||
![]() |
Reproducerea oricăror materiale din site fără permisiunea noastră este strict interzisă.
Copyright 1999-2003. Agonia.Net
E-mail | Politică de publicare şi confidenţialitate