National Poetry Competition winners in French 'Echos Francophones "Third edition are:
Students:
Emilia Bucur I. II. Matthew, Irene Stefania
III. Luciana-Alexandra Nazarov
Note: Tiron Anca
Students:
Parau
I. Vlad II. Cristina Fediuc
III. Raluca-Ioana Petrescu
Note: Alexandru Cosmin
event will end with an award ceremony to be held on 23 May at the French Cultural Center in Fondane room starting at 19. We invite all poetry lovers to participate in this festiviate!
Dare and be the best!
Poeziile castigatoare the Studenti categoria:
Emilia Bucur
Among men
While all cars swarm around I
I am waiting at a red light
And I look like wheels, envelopes slipped by me. The bands
walkway encircling `m already because of the passivity
Pedestrians waved` s around me
But while standing,
My roots have pushed into the asphalt `till the fire red parallel. On the other
`sidewalk, people make hand signals as if
Magheru Boulevard would be an open sea to passers
And occasionally we make hand signs
To call the lifeboats.
At least on the water `s` you go faster with the car that `s`
And it does not pollute.
When the wheels are in motion,
My mind runs away with them
`And I forget how long I am waiting at a red light
Up to what the evening fell
And cars were withdrawn in houses.
Passivity
The color red is hanging fire for several minutes,
Around me, all wheeled objects
Remain crowded, the `a` behind the other, And I
weaves among them, to get `on` another sidewalk, I slipped
among bumpers Car
Downtown, vehicles parked in single file,
The noise of the `impatience of those who are in the inside
isolating the space in two: between men and bodies,
The crack is in matter: between skin and metal ...
Another step on the boulevard and the `bends asphalt,
Many people have flocked to the pedestrian crossing.
cars come near the sidewalk, urging passers
Sometimes all motion is impossible: you hit the people around you.
must remain as a thread among others, remain, even
do not breathe deeply, so as not to disturb others.
Some are stuck in a traffic jam, the other on the streets, passable
Great pressure on the sidewalk, waiting for their houses
tenants who are late ...
simultaneous attempts
Recently, a poetry laziness on the tip of the tongue,
Soon she will be born,
Men leave
places in the crowd as if another space And among them
happen around the `void space swarm.
The poem will lift his head toward the men will cross
And the reality of the word it will be required to undergo
What everyone wants to touch, measure distances
And take the pulse of the matter.
Matei Irina Stefania
Words
we were the flowers whispered
we learned that we were falling
pain and roots arose
breaking our scales we
Air
long beaten by the wind we were
tree branches
burning
we were the hand writing of words on earth
Iohanan
your hands are so long you
fingers of pianist
Iohanan, why you get dressed
always black?
when I was little I dreamed that your name was Dan
you'll be what I missed
Iohanan, you disappear behind the distant mountain
head down as if you wanted someone close to you is
is it me, Iohanan?
is me?
I can go as
on the trail beside the Mountain
I'm not afraid
although there
fog as if your eyes were closed
Poem
my heart beats in two corners at once
as if struck two piano keys
at dawn
why it is so lonely and he does not want me to caress
head down, it rains on his shoulders
it is so only as two bells ringing
apart
Nazarov Luciana Alexandra
Regrets
Waves and waves of sugar, bread Dashes
that sell for double turn
leaves love in a lake of suffering,
Battlegrounds and drawers crazy ...
Trees happy blend into a black table
planets frogs, which jump
violently in your hands.
They drown, celebrities think they
But they fail on the cold wall of Prince Charming
And silent.
Me, I'm not the girl of yesteryear who kissed
toads colored in black and white ...
My nails do more scratching the table failures
They make noise, crying, threatening
This, cursing the coming day.
Dedication to you this
You know the moon is a heart
snub?
Or that the sheet is made of seasonal greens
? Rejoice
the candle in the room fleutrie
shadows!
Transphere your body in mine
And make it more harmful than it is!
You know the finger is subjected to the pen,
And the pen is made in a fairy tale? I write as I am
I'm like I smile and I shine
I am
traps or
joy and happiness of wood!
I endure not to see
the way to you. To support
barrires rain, wind
In snow or
sigh, suffering and misfortune
... You know I am?
And I am everywhere you
I'd like to you?
You know I love you without me?
Creed
For twenty years I wrote my novel: A Life
suspended in a film and frozen expressions
fantastic ... I dress pictures that support
Our dry days and without air
Without essence of exotic fragrance
Or bright with happiness ...
I lived my life without regret.
I discovered the evil of evil
For my family,
I suffered with them and I am lost to find myself after
moments in
a pit paradise. I met
love and I do not have perceived it,
So I quickly lost
... I cried, I lived
the height of the end.
I'm dead and I resurrected
Victim of life and death, I've lost my
head of the cardinal sins,
They do not know how to live ... and I
been executed.
The cry of birds are not striving to be more
On me. The
stars lit up the most obscure
In my eyes.
The sun rays killed his Christian faith
And the beloved has drowned in a sea
mercilessly hard as a rock ...
wandered into the divine world
I was beheaded.
I have destroyed the brain and heart
J've been outside myself, out of other, outside
him ... It's a shame, but this "I" was tantamount
A "nothing" when we don ' access point!
One autumn day, leaves maroon
Wanted to bring the wind blows
theatrically ironic
one ideal projection
ready to protect myself I did not know,
I did not want to hear
was chance that led my steps Towards
anywhere.
Perhaps to a fall of the monarchy
Golden and loving
épeurée Frail and sick of disillusion!
I made a heavy sigh that tired
a blade of grass with rubber, wax
An artist as a God, Master
From its inception in Heaven. Powerless
dream life, foam
only wanted for me!
I'm drowning in a confusion of ideas
contradictory and illusory
... I see you, and you see me you speak
I do not believe you and you get angry
You look at me and I blushed
You love me already, I fled ...
Tiron Anca
Gilding
Could it ever be Phoenix? Since neither
FIRE OR Heaven, He chose
EVIL TIME
To play chess.
What a pity, what a failure! There you are
Down in the ashes to you.
Either a dreamer
Young, Sage
as an image,
Smiling
threshold in the sun, his lucky charm.
He will head to his heart
Towards greasy poles,
Those that float down there, away
Who To reenter
From beyond the grave.
past, the mother watched the guy walks ...
Now poor son of the sun and its masts,
SEA VEIILE his dream chipped
... It was said that the madman was whipped
On its highest mast and
Since it was trying to subdue
The sea was to ensure there
The stock
In the shroud of waves.
THEIR SWEET ... the pain is kept after ...
Either the sun after the storm
And the patina of a dancer caught in time A man
salt and pepper eyebrows in the threshold
Towards the horizon dull, chipped.
The sole on the threshold ...
Spot tallow and soot;
In muted, a sigh
From the soul of an old dreamer.
Prodigal of greased poles,
child prodigy back home ... The junk
exchange OR HARD always wonder
It depends on the soul it becomes
Gilding.
In ink rain ...
Spring
He had a time of dog
In the public square.
It had rained, they had cried
... but me, why you use the more-than-perfect?
Joking apart ...
It is still raining, they still cry;
The mob is walking in the public square
Under umbrellas plastic
And my eyes are crying
Y boards hello. My ice
see the place like a beach
flooded
And the plastic panels in tears
Hover alarmed.
The plane and the plane
planted in the square
Folding, listen
The argument of the rain,
Trying to flourish
... ... It makes me laugh green
Their platonic
The spectacle of plastering,
Throughout alleys,
cowards
planted in the public square.
Silhouettes buxom
aged in stone
A Wound and folds
Mourners rain. It rains
pigeon
In the public square ...
My plant bare trample the planet. My ice
watch them pluck the pigeons ...
the pen with ink complained of rain.
Tribute to Albert Camus
A oday, God is dead, or perhaps The last
ui, It is also equal the false man, I want to exist
B ien or wrong, I seek truth;
E ux, they have already resigned, and I know
R othing is closing, but the point of absurdity
T out like revolt, write my new gospel, therefore we are.
C iel and sea, sun and shadow, my soul, the world
A bsurde I'm living, ever go away ... Answer
" M ais it is absurd, why continue ? "With" However ... "
U not grant the rebel - the faith of a
S isyphe happy.
Poeziile castigatoare the categoria High:
Vlad Parau
Snow White
There once was a dwarf
Who had a heart bigger than a theater of dolls.
In this heart he kept flying doves,
The colors of Spring, music stars
And the smile ousted the Arc-en-Ciel.
One day he met in the woods a young fairy
haired and black eyes, red lips, white skin To
as snow.
She was more beautiful than the dawn
Who rises above the sea.
He ran towards her and fell at his feet: "Come
live in my house on the side of the rising sun,
I'll protect it from tape, comb or poisoned apple, I'll offer you
my heart bigger that a theater of dolls.
But she looked distant and proud
"I wait for my Prince Charming. You're a Dwarf.
tears in his eyes, the poor Dwarf
went to the mine to the wonders of the woods. He went
his heart bigger than a theater of dolls
And put it in his breast the most brilliant diamond stone.
That way it turned into Prince Charming
And went in search of her Snow White.
But he found a jealous queen
Who was reflected daily in the diamond stone.
is the sad story of all the stages of theaters
dolls that turn into graveyards of dreams.
Today, memories are dancing with snowflakes
Who back in the mirror of the past. The poison apple
returns, returns to the apple blossom, the flower contains
in the bud and looks
Where lies the tale not told
Where is silent speech yet known
Where Snow White is just a drop of blood
In the heart of Nain.
Moon Moon, Queen of freedom,
Mistress of magic, you
mortals covet
Poets sing thee
You remain immutable
In the sheets of clouds
And blushed like a virgin
When the wind
caress your face And get lost in your eyes
At the intersection of light and shadow
Of love and hate
Of life and death. You spend your nights
Decret your silences
Like lovers sometimes
Really Matter Two stars
To find out if their destiny
Lack of some petals or not ...
And when the Sun rises
You fall orchards of heaven on Earth
dirty and silly
You, the most beautiful apple of Eden, you'll swell
in the belly of the daughters of Eve who are preparing to
breastfeed
Children's day
Those, a beautiful summer night
After meeting with foxes and snakes
will lift their eyes skyward blonde
By simply asking
How to regain their home.
wounded Smile
I.
Wrinkles lost haunt the front of the cloudy sky, the clouds dance around
immutable
And lost behind the foam
Of all the winds.
The black birds descend in wide circles,
son sit sadly on electric sparkle
Then a strong bluish light
Before moving slowly into nothingness.
hopping vapors rise from the ashes of their wings
And everywhere one feels the irresistible smell
OF DEATH.
II.
In the middle of the Granite City,
Hidden behind the ghosts skyscrapers,
shudder sour cherry fruit-laden. He sings
orchards from another world,
Where dreams, tales and myths are still alive.
Gradually, acid rain begins to ravage the ruins -
storm in the late eras wait no longer counts.
intertwines with the bitter drops,
The cherries fall to the ground in the mud
wild, drunk with pleasure.
Red balls, fleshy and juicy
Testify Blood Stopper of a sick time
Where you feel the irresistible smell everywhere
OF DEATH.
III.
pale cheek of the moon is hiding among the clouds, illuminating the
remorse, hiding their fears.
obscure its rays embrace all brambles,
tear and bleed every thorn
to get lost beyond the realm of shadows
Eternal.
water, blood and sweat
light in the corners farthest
In this world that looks increasingly
At a tissue tightening in his stuff
All the miseries of the history of mankind
.
past, it was building this stuff
sails to bewitch the winds.
We took a ship and it escaped
Looking Statue of Liberty
Who does not coasts lined
From the sweet America.
Now, instead of the oceans lie the brambles
Who evoke Cross and Golgotha.
Light ignites injured
And heaven and earth is felt throughout the irresistible smell
OF DEATH.
IV.
On the bank of a river with turbid reddish
A huge windmill spins the wheel of fortune. Time lost
flows quietly through the blades of this clock
of humanity.
Traces, contours, shadows and mirages
To succeed in the waves damned, implacable. The minutes
ground are reduced to dust,
The fates and lives back to ashes. But the dry
ticking of the wheel resonates increasingly obsessive,
As a fatal prophecy
There will be no future to grind.
A final season will return powdered
To cook pasta moldy
Breads poison the Last Supper.
And everywhere one feels the irresistible smell
OF DEATH.
V.
It is midnight. All things stop
born or die.
There are only two of us.
It looks distracted, clumsy.
Why us? Why now?
Why not?
It is no longer an appointment to the movies.
This time, we'll settle in the main lodge
To watch the final performance.
Yet the arena of the amphitheater desert
The Apocalypse will not be unleashed.
It is only, you wait, you're bored.
And you begin to tell jokes, tell stories, rhymes
To invent, worlds.
We're together. Expected. We moved. And
I feel like I know you
Since very, very long time.
It's here. Expected. We kiss.
You have not changed your hair blue and I remember
From the dawn of time.
clear In your eyes, kid, I remember every
sun rose for all
Through the morning As far
history.
We stay together, under the layer of mud, dust
Where time does not become more bread,
Where rotten cherries trying in vain to germinate.
Above us, there is a huge umbrella
Who withdraws into silence. We kiss
and we let the plunge into one another
Until he remains one being: The same
burning tears, the same breathing tumult ignited
The same heart, the same flesh baby,
An Endless Love.
And everywhere one feels the irresistible smell
LIFE.
Cristina Fediuc
Halves
beneath my feet cold
pushed its way into pitch
endless, as one now.
I put the left foot first and then
yours.
Before that, I jumped from one foot
and saw only one eye,
but the world does not realize that I had only
half body;
perhaps because they only
body halves and it seems to them enough.
Yesterday I lost a foot path,
was my foot
or yours,
I do know,
I think it was mine, because it
with yours that I tread today.
If I knew that this path
going to you, I would be born
thousand times only to lose my feet and I
melt entirely within the pitch, the way
to you.
Anyway, my soul, I lost long ago
she melted into the pitch of your soul.
disoriented
Give me a compass to guide me when I wander
in the labyrinth of your thoughts and
in mine, when I swim
unexpectedly into your heart,
with the sensation of drowning.
I need a compass
to know the reality
when I wake from my reality, the only
in which I believe, my dear
dream that smells like a summer morning identified in the eyes, skin
sunburned,
dream contours invisible
sand and waves.
I want the compass that I've given
when I lost
guitar chords in your eyes
me melt into them.
I want to retrieve memories
asleep with the smell of cinnamon made you rempacé,
to get you in the amalgam of dreams or hope
that keep me awake,
during nights devour my days.
Give it to me so that I can remember fallen
Button your shirt, when you have gathered
the eyebrows
seeing that I'll never playing more guitar
you had painted.
Or rather, trying to find my
projected image in your smile
naive, almost erased,
because in my world there
more sense for a long time.
To where?
Here! you're already packed:
Your body lies in a handbag,
And in your head is planted a heavy label.
Half of your eye is now painted gray,
You're more than your bottom lip, the upper
eaten. You do
nothing, you do not protest,
You smoke your expectations and your spasms
You wait painfully degradation
And hawks electric
Who want your soul to house.
Me, I painted in rainbow sky
The latest hair grown on my head, I pulled
What then
And now he rides the waves
Who graze my eyelids
Tomorrow makes two
months since I locked my eyes into the sea.
Petrescu Ioana Raluca
1.
Password
's the soft light on the dark indigo that
gives me a password
but no more.
I draw on my soul
vine pink
the shadow of the candle that affects
the scent of flowers in the glass
gives me a password
but no more.
I'll draw your eyes to its beautiful black branches, deployed, proud, growing.
I draw on my soul
mists solid color branches
obsesses growth, quality -
growth shadows, they shimmer, depth,
The place to which the evanescent s'évanescente [ 1] .
The lights in the fog of
colors in the windows of houses in the dark. My own
not static
the living night.
2.
It's cold outside
Outside, the words have no mouth
no way they swallowed each other and without nobility
engage in struggles and hugs in the dark. On this ground
morose air,
words are only forms
raw expressions of life, bare, sinister in their utter lack of context,
return to animal life,
they choke each others on each other without even seeing
My love, the air is vicious anything out of your mouth and I may have intended
My friend, do not you see that our life meaningful lives only
us and we are silent and incomprehensible as water,
all out cacophony that is, that every encounter, every share is a heavy scrawl
I do not understand, you do not understand ...
My love, why are you my love?
My friend, why are you my friend?
There must be in the air
Something else that air
Where choke our words.
3. [From the desire. Facets of breathing. ]
I. I
looks around.
Trees, grass, sky.
You know what I mean.
and I filled up to the eyes,
who stay there, like two gold buttons,
small, almost nothing in the large Looking
.
Filled with the breath until the edges - wave torrent -
such
cruelly so beautiful
my silent soul does not find itself
than desire.
Shy, breathless,
My desire rises and expands,
Great billowing sail,
To fill,
Cover, touching at full length,
Melts and join
In such cruelly
So beautiful
Who grows infinitely in me by the look and the pores, everywhere.
My desire grows, takes air
air, infinitely.
Humiliated, he leaps, he feels
leaves (reject words as insults)
he branches off into the trees, it is starred
in the dark,
is sanctified in the light among the clouds he
follows all the contours, as the vine faithful
impregnated above be, and almost annihilated
in the intensity of harassing
delicate reflections of beauty
he still dares to exist
and move in, cling, and make his
Harlequin jumps made devotee and amazed.
Desire, my being air, shade-lover
nature,
now you're almost absorbed, happy and powerless
here that the heights you rush
in their divine abyss, and you'll lose.
Let therefore the place, and the dream, the real
starts to run in my veins
amazed,
nothing that real clouds
wild colors of the sky, birds,
wind, green, the blessed and thunderstorms
All - which hard under arousal,
- royal, bottomless, endless and ever Unchained Power
deep, calming and gentle.
II.
The intensity of the world is in me.
The world comes to me that ideas, these circles
large arched uncertain
white arabesques still empty.
I hear them perform.
The world is only understandable.
the night there are always ideas by, those hopes on hold,
It is for me to feel them.
Like a bumblebee mouth holy
I grow me in the nest of fire
I teach heat, vibration celestial
my breath all-important.
I had left things their core
is the enthusiasm that makes things happen, which is their way of boats, large swing
graceful and coherent wave distracted.
I germinate the world desire
It is nothing but the relief that automatically tracks my despair.
Care must be taken, always ensure,
For weak, so I fell asleep, the world stops growing and, deprived of its phosphorescence
From him nothing left, not even black.
[1] sic
Alexandru Cosmin
Torn
When the rain will not fall I'll stand here
,
front of you and you will see that in Do my eyes
are no drop of rain, are
Do not lie, I did not say
just empty words
to steal your home ...
Do not look at me When you come to say.
What I am for anyone
And I'm not for you.
And yet if I will live my dream
And love to be together again,
To love me,
I cried forever,
But now ... These
black tears would turn to dust
And will rise again,
They are sweet, I will know
:
Nothing stands between us I dream
now ... But I feel my dream
Living inside of me
I would taste the sweet
Tears of happiness ...
You are, were and will
My only love and
Who will not let me be
Unless it is done ...
I'm sorry I darkened
An outbreak of an angel, You suffered
me And I do not want you to bleed. I'm
here before you, my sins
Crying in the rain,
The coat is wet, but I do not shoot him,
Although heavy
You look at me, you say nothing,
Not sure I cry
Because over one
so cold rain falls.
I wish that we love, what we are eternal
And now forever be
And forget yesterday ......
When the rain will not fall I'll stand here
,
front of you And do not look when you come
What I have tears in my eyes cold
sincere And you tell me
If you stay or leave.
Lost Sheep
I want a dream, a tear To
absent
I search my home
That can not feel, I'm looking
This one can touch me inside
I seek my love, But I do
could not ever find you ...!
I'm like a sheep only
Lost in all these wolves
I go out by themselves
And I read their souls.
I pass and I'm weaker
But I can not find
The only other sheep
That I could do mine.
I remember we were children,
We played all these games,
I wonder if you
Always remember those days.
I wonder who you love,
Because I still love you,
I wonder if I could make a
... two of us.
All I ever want is a final kiss
Something I could have that I lack.
I do not know if my problems will be solved then
I could die happy in the slightest scratch of a wolf.
Goodbye sonata
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