Autor: Marin Sorescu Sulfetul tău funcționează cu lemne, Iar al meu cu electricitate. Dragostea ta umple cerul de fum A mea e din flăcări curate. Totuși vom mai merge împreună O bună bucată de pământ, O bună bucată de cer, O bună bucată de lună.
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Citește mai departeProzele scurte din volumul Zilele după Oreste, apărut la Humanitas în 2019, mi-au dezvăluit un Vitalie Ciobanu diferit de cel care scrie cele mai lucide analize ale vieții politice din Basarabia. Prozatorul se simte ca peștele în apă imaginînd povești și construind personaje într-adevăr memorabile, așa cum scrie pe coperta a patra a cărții. Sînt oameni care tînjesc după plecare ca Ilona, care mi-a amintit de personajul cu același nume din Pădurea s
Citește mai departeAnnoyingly objective, Robert Kaplan describes three different Romania(s) he encountered in his visits in the country in the '80,'90 and 2013. He creates a charming blend between, history, geopolitics, geography, religiousness and remarkably acute observations. He doesn't judge, is totally unbiased, his observations are realistically crude. The book is destined mostly to the western readers and probably not to the Romanian themselves, because who would like to see himself in a freshly polished mirror? He goes into the depths of history starting with the formation of the Romanian people until present day politicians, describing medieval historical figures, that probably mean nothing to westerners, but into which Romanians have always taken huge pride.
Citește mai departeThe title of the post paraphrases a well-known book written by Gabriel Garcia Marquez and it speaks about restrictions and longing. The truth is that I could have simply written a diary post about every single day that I've spent "at home". But it is quite difficult to encompass the multitude of feelings and sensations that overwhelmed me and the whole world. As I believe I am mentally strong I have started the two weeks of lockdown with big plans: I will reorganize all my closest and I will read and I will do all the things I always wanted to do but I never had time for. And I did it: my clothes are lined up like obedient soldiers following the Chromatic and thickness rules. Now it's been seven weeks!Everything seems to have found a sort of breathe-in state, neither desolate/barren, nor calm. There is a void that hangs over my head like a distorted bubble. I tried to keep everyone happy and active being more preoccupied about
Citește mai departeWhat a great adventure and what courage and stamina you'd need to enterprise such a journey in the harsh and beautiful landscape of Mongolia. Tim Severn and his friend Paul have it all. They have the physical strength to endure riding an extremely long distance, crossing Mongolia from one end to the other (the Silk Road), they also have the stomach to eat 99% of the time only boiled mutton and mare's milk. Most importantly they have the mental strength to put up with one of the most incompetent and arrogant expedition organizer that Mongolia ever had, Ariunbold. "In search of Genghis Han" is not only a travel book, but it is also a great adventure which happened in the '90, shortly after the fall of the Soviet Union. Mongolia at that time was still captive in the mentality and soviet social instruments like all the other countries that were part of the Russian Soviet block. People with shallow intelligence, but with strong political relations were pro
Citește mai departeAutor: Costică Nechita Sub liliacul plin de nostalgiiMă regăsesc întors din pribegiiȘi caut printre flori seară de searăA lumii rătăcire milenară.Pe sub umbrar mă poartă pasul iarPrivit cu-același aer princiarDe florile-n ciorchine adunateCe amețesc toți fluturii de noapte!Printre dosite raze ce tresarÎn adierea blândă de Florar,Cerul își culcă bolta rouratăPeste parfumul care mă îmbată.Iar când se-arată luna peste dealCa într-un basm ce pare ir
Citește mai departeAutor:Ion SorescuCe noapte tristă s-a lăsat,Întinsă aripă de smoalăPustie, fără cer si goalăE întuneric...de păcat.Pierdut prin bezna care curgeÎn valuri, ceaţă de cărbuneSunt numai trup fără de mineÎn care inima se stinge,Zdrobită-n aschii de durereSi risipită prin uitare,O fumegândă lumânareÎn uraganul de tăcere.Cu amintirile de-a valmaMă pierd pribeag răpus de timpO frunză vestedă pe câmpPe care plânge tristă toamna.
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