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āĻ¸ā§‹āĻŽāĻŦāĻžāĻ°, ā§Ļā§¨ āĻĄāĻŋāĻ¸ā§‡āĻŽā§āĻŦāĻ° ā§¨ā§Ļā§¨ā§Ē, ā§Ļā§¯:ā§Ģā§Ŧ āĻ…āĻĒāĻ°āĻžāĻšā§āĻ¨

🍀āĻ°ā§‹āĻŽāĻžāĻ¨āĻŋāĻ¯āĻŧāĻžāĻ¨ āĻ•āĻŦāĻŋ āĻ°āĻžā§āĻœāĻž āĻŦā§āĻ°ā§‹āĻ‡āĻš āĻāĻ° āĻ•āĻŦāĻŋāĻ¤āĻž Poems of Romanian poet Ronja Broich🍀

Md. Sadiqur Rahman Rumen
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  • ā§Ŧā§Ŧā§§ āĻŦāĻžāĻ° āĻĒā§œāĻž āĻšā§Ÿā§‡āĻ›ā§‡

POET. RONJA BROICH 

āĻ¸āĻ‚āĻ•ā§āĻˇāĻŋāĻĒā§āĻ¤ āĻ•āĻŦāĻŋ āĻĒāĻ°āĻŋāĻšāĻŋāĻ¤āĻŋ:

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āĻ•āĻŦāĻŋ: Ronja Broich.

āĻœāĻ¨ā§āĻŽ: āĻ°ā§‹āĻŽāĻžāĻ¨āĻŋāĻ¯āĻŧāĻžāĻ¯āĻŧ, āĻŦāĻ°ā§āĻ¤āĻŽāĻžāĻ¨ āĻŦāĻ¸āĻ¤ āĻœāĻžāĻ°ā§āĻŽāĻžāĻ¨āĻŋāĨ¤

āĻ–ā§āĻŦ āĻŦā§‡āĻļāĻŋāĻĻāĻŋāĻ¨ āĻ†āĻ—ā§‡ āĻĨā§‡āĻ•ā§‡ āĻ¤āĻŋāĻ¨āĻŋ āĻ•āĻŦāĻŋāĻ¤āĻž āĻ˛ā§‡āĻ–āĻžāĻ¯āĻŧ āĻšāĻžāĻ¤ āĻĻā§‡āĻ¨āĻ¨āĻŋāĨ¤

āĻœā§€āĻŦāĻ¨ā§‡āĻ° āĻŦāĻĄāĻŧ āĻāĻ•āĻŸāĻŋ āĻ…āĻ‚āĻļ āĻ‡āĻ¤āĻŋāĻŽāĻ§ā§āĻ¯ā§‡ āĻĒāĻžāĻ° āĻ•āĻ°ā§‡āĻ›ā§‡āĻ¨ āĻ¸ā§āĻŦāĻžāĻŽā§€ āĻ¸āĻ‚āĻ¸āĻžāĻ° āĻ¨āĻŋāĻ¯āĻŧā§‡āĻ‡āĨ¤

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āĻ¤āĻ–āĻ¨ āĻ¤āĻžāĻāĻ°āĻž āĻ¨āĻŋāĻœāĻ¸ā§āĻŦ āĻ—āĻ˛ā§āĻĒāĻ‡ āĻ—āĻĻā§āĻ¯ āĻŦāĻž āĻ•āĻŦāĻŋāĻ¤āĻžāĻ¯āĻŧ āĻ˛āĻŋāĻ–ā§‡āĻ¨, āĻšāĻ¯āĻŧāĻ¤ā§‹ āĻ…āĻ¨ā§‡āĻ• āĻ‰āĻĒāĻŽāĻž āĻ°ā§‚āĻĒāĻ•ā§‡āĻ° āĻ…āĻ¨ā§āĻ¤āĻ°āĻžāĻ˛ā§‡ āĻ¨āĻŋāĻœāĻ¸ā§āĻŦ āĻ—āĻ˛ā§āĻĒā§‡āĻ° āĻāĻ•āĻŸāĻŋ āĻ¸ā§āĻ°āĻ•ā§āĻˇāĻŋāĻ¤ āĻ‰āĻĒāĻ¸ā§āĻĨāĻžāĻĒāĻ¨ āĻĨāĻžāĻ•ā§‡! āĻ•āĻŋāĻ¨ā§āĻ¤ā§ āĻ•āĻŦāĻŋ āĻ˛ā§‡āĻ–āĻ•ā§‡āĻ° āĻ¯āĻžāĻĒāĻŋāĻ¤ āĻœā§€āĻŦāĻ¨ā§‡āĻ° āĻ°āĻ¸ āĻ•ā§‹āĻ¨ āĻ¨āĻž āĻ•ā§‹āĻ¨ āĻ›āĻĻā§āĻŽāĻžāĻŦāĻ°āĻŖā§‡ āĻ¤āĻžāĻāĻ° āĻ°āĻšāĻ¨āĻžāĻ¯āĻŧ āĻ‰āĻĒāĻ¸ā§āĻĨāĻŋāĻ¤ āĻšāĻŦā§‡āĻ‡āĨ¤

āĻ•āĻŦāĻŋ Ronja Broich āĻāĻ° āĻ¸ā§āĻŦāĻžāĻŽā§€āĻ° āĻŽā§ƒāĻ¤ā§āĻ¯ā§ āĻ¤āĻžāĻāĻ° āĻœā§€āĻŦāĻ¨ā§‡āĻ° āĻ¸āĻŦāĻšā§‡āĻ¯āĻŧā§‡ āĻŸā§āĻ°āĻžāĻœāĻŋāĻ• āĻ˜āĻŸāĻ¨āĻž, āĻĒāĻ°āĻŽ āĻ­āĻžāĻ˛ā§‹āĻŦāĻžāĻ¸āĻžāĻ° āĻŽāĻžāĻ¨ā§āĻˇāĻŸāĻŋāĻ° āĻšāĻŋāĻ° āĻĒā§āĻ°āĻ¸ā§āĻĨāĻžāĻ¨ā§‡ āĻŦāĻŋāĻ°āĻš āĻ•āĻžāĻ¤āĻ° āĻŽāĻžāĻ¨āĻ¸āĻŋāĻ• āĻŦāĻŋāĻĒāĻ°ā§āĻ¯āĻ¯āĻŧā§‡āĻ° āĻŽā§āĻ–ā§‡ āĻŦāĻŋāĻ§ā§āĻŦāĻ¸ā§āĻ¤ āĻŦāĻŋāĻļā§āĻ°āĻ¸ā§āĻ¤ āĻŽāĻ¨ā§‡ āĻ•āĻŦāĻŋ āĻ†āĻļā§āĻ°āĻ¯āĻŧ āĻ–ā§āĻāĻœāĻ˛ā§‡āĻ¨ āĻ•āĻ˛āĻŽā§‡āĻ°, āĻ˛āĻŋāĻ–āĻ¤ā§‡ āĻļā§āĻ°ā§ āĻ•āĻ°āĻ˛ā§‡āĻ¨ āĻ•āĻŦāĻŋāĻ¤āĻž: āĻ•āĻŦāĻŋāĻ¤āĻžāĻ° āĻ‡āĻ¤āĻŋāĻšāĻžāĻ¸ āĻāĻ‡ āĻ°āĻ•āĻŽ: āĻ¸āĻŦ āĻ•āĻŦāĻŋāĻ‡ āĻšāĻ¯āĻŧ āĻ†āĻ¨āĻ¨ā§āĻĻā§‡ āĻ†āĻĒā§āĻ˛ā§āĻ¤ āĻšāĻ¯āĻŧā§‡ āĻ•āĻŦāĻŋāĻ¤āĻž āĻ˛āĻŋāĻ–āĻ¤ā§‡ āĻļā§āĻ°ā§ āĻ•āĻ°ā§‡āĻ¨ āĻ¨āĻ¯āĻŧ āĻŦā§‡āĻĻāĻ¨āĻžāĻ¯āĻŧ āĻ­āĻžāĻ°āĻžāĻ•ā§āĻ°āĻžāĻ¨ā§āĻ¤ āĻŽāĻ¨ā§‡ āĻļā§āĻ°ā§ āĻšāĻ¯āĻŧ āĻ•āĻŦāĻŋāĻ¤āĻžāĻ° āĻ¸ā§ƒāĻœāĻ¨āĨ¤

—āĻ¸āĻŽā§āĻĒāĻžāĻĻāĻ•āĨ¤

(ā§¨)

āĻāĻŦāĻžāĻ° āĻ†āĻŽāĻ°āĻž āĻ•āĻŦāĻŋ Ronja Broich āĻāĻ° āĻ¨āĻŋāĻœāĻ¸ā§āĻŦ āĻŦāĻŋāĻŦā§ƒāĻ¤āĻŋāĻ¤ā§‡ āĻ¤āĻžāĻ° āĻ•āĻŦāĻŋ āĻšāĻ“āĻ¯āĻŧāĻžāĻ° āĻ—āĻ˛ā§āĻĒ āĻļā§āĻ¨āĻŋ:

 āĻ§āĻžāĻ•ā§āĻ•āĻž āĻ–ā§‡āĻ¯āĻŧā§‡ āĻ†āĻŽāĻžāĻ° āĻ•āĻŦāĻŋāĻ¤āĻžāĻ° āĻœāĻ¨ā§āĻŽ!

āĻ†āĻŽāĻžāĻ° āĻ¸ā§āĻŦāĻžāĻŽā§€āĻ° āĻŽā§ƒāĻ¤ā§āĻ¯ā§āĻ° āĻĒāĻ° āĻāĻ•āĻŸāĻž āĻ§āĻžāĻ•ā§āĻ•āĻž, āĻ¯āĻžāĻ•ā§‡ āĻ¸āĻžāĻ°āĻžāĻœā§€āĻŦāĻ¨ āĻ­āĻžāĻ˛ā§‹āĻŦā§‡āĻ¸ā§‡āĻ›āĻŋ! āĻ¯āĻ¨ā§āĻ¤ā§āĻ°āĻŖāĻž āĻ†āĻ° āĻ¸ā§€āĻŽāĻžāĻšā§€āĻ¨ āĻ­āĻžāĻ˛ā§‹āĻŦāĻžāĻ¸āĻž āĻĨā§‡āĻ•ā§‡āĻ‡ āĻāĻ° āĻœāĻ¨ā§āĻŽ!

āĻ†āĻŽāĻžāĻĻā§‡āĻ° āĻŦāĻšā§āĻ˛ āĻĒā§āĻ°āĻŋāĻ¯āĻŧ āĻĒāĻžāĻ°ā§āĻ•ā§‡āĻ° āĻĒāĻĨ āĻ§āĻ°ā§‡ āĻšāĻžāĻāĻŸāĻ¤ā§‡ āĻšāĻžāĻāĻŸāĻ¤ā§‡ āĻ†āĻ•āĻžāĻļā§‡āĻ° āĻĻāĻŋāĻ•ā§‡ āĻšā§‹āĻ– āĻ°ā§‡āĻ–ā§‡ āĻ•āĻĨāĻž āĻŦāĻ˛āĻ›āĻŋāĻ˛āĻžāĻŽ! āĻ¨āĻž āĻ­ā§‡āĻŦā§‡āĻ‡ āĻ›āĻĄāĻŧāĻžāĻ¯āĻŧ āĻ•āĻĨāĻž āĻŦāĻ˛āĻ›āĻŋāĻ˛āĻžāĻŽ! āĻŦāĻžāĻ¸āĻžāĻ¯āĻŧ āĻāĻ¸ā§‡ āĻāĻ•āĻŸāĻž āĻ•āĻŦāĻŋāĻ¤āĻž āĻ˛āĻŋāĻ–āĻ˛āĻžāĻŽ! āĻ†āĻŽāĻŋ āĻĢā§‡āĻ¸āĻŦā§āĻ•ā§‡ āĻĒā§‹āĻ¸ā§āĻŸ āĻ•āĻ°ā§‡ āĻšāĻŽāĻ•ā§‡ āĻĻāĻŋāĻ˛āĻžāĻŽ, āĻāĻ¤ āĻĒā§āĻ°āĻļāĻ‚āĻ¸āĻž āĻšāĻ˛ā§‹ āĻ¯ā§‡ āĻšāĻžāĻ°āĻĻāĻŋāĻ• āĻĨā§‡āĻ•ā§‡ āĻ‰ā§ŽāĻ¸āĻžāĻš āĻļā§āĻ°ā§ āĻšāĻ˛ā§‹!

āĻ•ā§‹āĻ¨ āĻ•ā§‹āĻ¨ āĻ•āĻŦāĻŋ āĻ†āĻŽāĻžāĻ•ā§‡ āĻœāĻŋāĻœā§āĻžā§‡āĻ¸ āĻ•āĻ°ā§‡āĻ›ā§‡āĻ¨ āĻ•āĻŦā§‡ āĻĨā§‡āĻ•ā§‡ āĻ˛āĻŋāĻ–āĻŋ āĻ†āĻ° āĻ†āĻŽāĻŋ āĻ•āĻŦāĻŋ āĻ•āĻŋāĻ¨āĻž!

āĻ†āĻĒāĻ¨āĻŋ āĻŦā§āĻāĻ¤ā§‡ āĻĒāĻžāĻ°ā§‡āĻ¨ āĻ¯ā§‡ āĻ†āĻŽāĻŋ āĻāĻ¤ āĻĒā§āĻ°āĻļāĻ‚āĻ¸āĻž āĻ†āĻļāĻž āĻ•āĻ°āĻŋāĻ¨āĻŋ!

āĻ†āĻŽāĻŋ āĻāĻ•āĻŸāĻŋ āĻŸā§āĻ°āĻžāĻ¨ā§āĻ¸ āĻŽāĻ¤ āĻ›āĻŋāĻ˛!

āĻ•āĻŦāĻŋāĻ¤āĻžāĻ° āĻ‰āĻ¤ā§āĻ¤āĻ° āĻ˛āĻŋāĻ–āĻ¤ā§‡ āĻ˛āĻžāĻ—āĻ˛āĻžāĻŽ āĻāĻ•āĻœāĻ¨ āĻ•āĻŦāĻŋ āĻ¯ā§‡ āĻ†āĻŽāĻžāĻ° āĻœāĻ¨ā§āĻ¯ āĻāĻ•āĻŸāĻž āĻ•āĻŦāĻŋāĻ¤āĻž āĻ˛āĻŋāĻ–ā§‡āĻ›āĻŋāĻ˛!

āĻ†āĻŽāĻžāĻ° āĻœāĻ¨ā§āĻ¯ āĻ•āĻŦāĻŋāĻ¤āĻž āĻŦāĻ‡āĻ¤ā§‡ āĻ˛āĻžāĻ—āĻ˛ā§‹!

āĻœāĻžāĻĻā§āĻ•āĻ° āĻšāĻ¯āĻŧā§‡ āĻ—ā§‡āĻ›āĻŋāĻ˛āĻžāĻŽ!

āĻ†āĻ°ā§‹ āĻ˛āĻŋāĻ–ā§‡āĻ›āĻŋ āĻ­āĻžāĻ˛ā§‹āĻŦāĻžāĻ¸āĻžāĻ° āĻ•āĻĨāĻž, āĻŦā§‡āĻĻāĻ¨āĻž, āĻ¸ā§āĻŦāĻĒā§āĻ¨ āĻāĻ–āĻ¨ā§‹ āĻĒā§‚āĻ°āĻŖ āĻšāĻ¯āĻŧāĻ¨āĻŋ!

āĻ•āĻŋāĻ¨ā§āĻ¤ā§ āĻŦāĻŋāĻļā§‡āĻˇ āĻ•āĻ°ā§‡ āĻĒā§āĻ°ā§‡āĻŽ āĻ¸āĻŽā§āĻĒāĻ°ā§āĻ•ā§‡ āĻ¯āĻž āĻ†āĻŽāĻŋ āĻ…āĻ¨ā§āĻ­āĻŦ āĻ•āĻ°ā§‡āĻ›āĻŋ āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻ¯āĻž āĻ†āĻŽāĻŋ āĻšāĻžāĻ°āĻŋāĻ¯āĻŧā§‡āĻ›āĻŋ!

āĻāĻ¤ āĻŦā§‡āĻĻāĻ¨āĻž āĻĨā§‡āĻ•ā§‡ āĻœāĻ¨ā§āĻŽ āĻ¨ā§‡āĻ“āĻ¯āĻŧāĻž āĻĒā§āĻ°āĻĨāĻŽ āĻ•āĻŦāĻŋāĻ¤āĻžāĨ¤

(ā§Š-āĻ•āĻŦāĻŋāĻ¤āĻž)

āĻ¸āĻŽā§āĻĻā§āĻ° āĻ¸āĻŦāĻ¸āĻŽāĻ¯āĻŧ āĻ†āĻŽāĻžāĻĻā§‡āĻ° āĻāĻ•āĻ¤ā§āĻ°āĻŋāĻ¤ āĻ•āĻ°ā§‡āĻ›ā§‡

āĻ¤āĻžāĻ° āĻĢā§‡āĻ¨āĻž āĻĸā§‡āĻ‰āĻ¯āĻŧā§‡ āĻĢāĻŋāĻ¸āĻĢāĻŋāĻ¸āĻŋāĻ¯āĻŧā§‡āĨ¤ āĻāĻ–āĻ¨ āĻ¤āĻžāĻ°āĻž āĻ†āĻŦāĻžāĻ° āĻ†āĻŽāĻžāĻĻā§‡āĻ° āĻŦā§ˆāĻ āĻ•ā§‡ āĻĄāĻžāĻ•ā§‡

āĻŦāĻ°āĻžāĻŦāĻ°ā§‡āĻ° āĻŽāĻ¤ā§‹ āĻ•ā§‹āĻŽāĻ˛!

āĻ†āĻŽāĻžāĻĻā§‡āĻ° āĻĻā§‡āĻ–āĻž āĻšāĻ¯āĻŧā§‡āĻ›āĻŋāĻ˛ āĻ¸āĻŽā§āĻĻā§āĻ°ā§‡āĻ° āĻ¤ā§€āĻ°ā§‡

 āĻ—ā§‹āĻ§ā§‚āĻ˛āĻŋāĻ¤ā§‡ āĻ…āĻ¨āĻ¨ā§āĻ¤ā§‡āĻ° āĻĻāĻŋāĻ•ā§‡ āĻ¤āĻžāĻ•āĻŋāĻ¯āĻŧā§‡ āĻ†āĻ›ā§‡

 āĻ†āĻŽāĻ°āĻž āĻ¸ā§ˆāĻ•āĻ¤ā§‡ āĻ¸āĻŦāĻ¸āĻŽāĻ¯āĻŧ āĻ–ā§āĻļāĻŋ āĻ›āĻŋāĻ˛āĻžāĻŽ

 āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻ†āĻŽāĻ°āĻž āĻāĻ•ā§‡ āĻ…āĻĒāĻ°āĻ•ā§‡ āĻ‡āĻšā§āĻ›āĻžāĻ° āĻ¸āĻžāĻĨā§‡ āĻ­āĻžāĻ˛āĻŦāĻžāĻ¸āĻ¤āĻžāĻŽ āĻ†āĻŽāĻžāĻĻā§‡āĻ° āĻ­āĻžāĻ˛āĻŦāĻžāĻ¸āĻž āĻ¸āĻŋāĻ˛ āĻ•āĻ°āĻž āĻšāĻ¯āĻŧ

āĻĢā§‹āĻŽāĻŋāĻ‚ āĻ¨ā§€āĻ˛ āĻĸā§‡āĻ‰ āĻāĻ°

āĻ¤āĻŋāĻ¨āĻŋ āĻ¸āĻŦāĻ¸āĻŽāĻ¯āĻŧ āĻ†āĻŽāĻžāĻĻā§‡āĻ° āĻ•āĻžāĻ›āĻžāĻ•āĻžāĻ›āĻŋ āĻ¨āĻŋāĻ¯āĻŧā§‡ āĻ†āĻ¸ā§‡āĻ¨

āĻāĻ•āĻ¤āĻž āĻ†āĻŽāĻžāĻĻā§‡āĻ° āĻœāĻĄāĻŧāĻŋāĻ¯āĻŧā§‡ āĻ§āĻ°ā§‡!

(ā§Ē)

āĻ†āĻŽāĻŋ āĻ¯āĻž āĻ•āĻŋāĻ›ā§ āĻ˛āĻŋāĻ–ā§‡āĻ›āĻŋ āĻ¤āĻž āĻ†āĻŽāĻžāĻ° āĻœā§€āĻŦāĻ¨ā§‡āĻ° āĻ…āĻ­āĻŋāĻœā§āĻžāĻ¤āĻž āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻ•āĻŦāĻŋāĻ¤āĻžāĻ¯āĻŧ āĻ°ā§‚āĻĒāĻžāĻ¨ā§āĻ¤āĻ° āĻ•āĻ°āĻž āĻšāĻ¯āĻŧā§‡āĻ›ā§‡!

āĻ­āĻžāĻ˛ āĻˆāĻļā§āĻŦāĻ° āĻ†āĻŽāĻžāĻ•ā§‡ āĻ†āĻŽāĻžāĻ° āĻ†āĻ¤ā§āĻŽāĻžāĻ° āĻœāĻ¨ā§āĻ¯ āĻāĻ•āĻŸāĻŋ āĻ¸āĻžāĻ¨ā§āĻ¤ā§āĻŦāĻ¨āĻž āĻšāĻŋāĻ¸āĻžāĻŦā§‡ āĻāĻ‡ āĻ…āĻ¨ā§āĻ—ā§āĻ°āĻš āĻĻāĻŋāĻ¯āĻŧā§‡āĻ›ā§‡āĻ¨, āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻ…āĻ¨ā§‡āĻ• āĻĒāĻžāĻ āĻ•ā§‡āĻ° āĻœāĻ¨ā§āĻ¯ āĻ¯āĻžāĻ°āĻž āĻ¤āĻžāĻĻā§‡āĻ° āĻŽāĻ¨ā§āĻ¤āĻŦā§āĻ¯ā§‡āĻ° āĻŽāĻžāĻ§ā§āĻ¯āĻŽā§‡ āĻ†āĻŽāĻžāĻ•ā§‡ āĻ§āĻ¨ā§āĻ¯āĻŦāĻžāĻĻ āĻœāĻžāĻ¨āĻŋāĻ¯āĻŧā§‡āĻ›ā§‡āĻ¨āĨ¤

āĻ¨āĻŋāĻ°ā§āĻŦāĻžāĻšāĻŋāĻ¤ āĻ•āĻŦāĻŋāĻ¤āĻž -ā§§

āĻĻā§āĻŸāĻŋ āĻŽāĻšāĻžāĻŦāĻŋāĻļā§āĻŦ

āĻšāĻžāĻāĻĻ āĻ¯āĻ–āĻ¨ āĻĒā§āĻ°āĻļā§āĻ°āĻ¯āĻŧ āĻĻā§‡āĻ¯āĻŧ

āĻ¤āĻžāĻ° āĻĒā§‚āĻ°ā§āĻŖ āĻœāĻžāĻāĻ•āĻœāĻŽāĻ•āĻĒā§‚āĻ°ā§āĻŖ

āĻ†āĻ° āĻ¤āĻžāĻ°āĻžāĻ—ā§āĻ˛ā§‹ āĻ†āĻāĻ•āĻĄāĻŧā§‡ āĻ§āĻ°ā§‡,

āĻŽā§āĻ•ā§āĻ¤āĻžāĻ° āĻ†āĻ•āĻžāĻļ āĻĨā§‡āĻ•ā§‡!

āĻ†āĻŽāĻŋ āĻ†āĻĒāĻ¨āĻžāĻ° āĻ•ā§‹āĻŽāĻ˛āĻ¤āĻž āĻŦāĻžāĻ¸,

āĻĒā§āĻ°āĻ¤āĻŋ āĻ°āĻžāĻ¤ā§‡

āĻ†āĻŽāĻŋ āĻ¤ā§‹āĻŽāĻžāĻ° āĻšā§āĻŽā§āĻŦāĻ¨ āĻ‰āĻĒāĻ­ā§‹āĻ— āĻ•āĻ°āĻ›āĻŋ

āĻ†āĻ° āĻĢāĻŋāĻ¸āĻĢāĻŋāĻ¸ āĻ•āĻ°ā§‡ āĻ•āĻĨāĻžāĻ—ā§āĻ˛ā§‹!

āĻ¤ā§āĻŽāĻŋ āĻ†āĻŽāĻžāĻ•ā§‡ āĻ­āĻžāĻ˛āĻŦāĻžāĻ¸āĻž āĻĻāĻžāĻ“

āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻ†āĻŽāĻŋ āĻ¤ā§‹āĻŽāĻžāĻ•ā§‡ āĻŽā§‚āĻ˛ā§āĻ¯ āĻĻāĻŋāĻ‡, āĻ†āĻŽāĻŋāĻ“

āĻ†āĻŽāĻŋ āĻ¤ā§‹āĻŽāĻžāĻ•ā§‡ āĻ­āĻžāĻ˛āĻŦāĻžāĻ¸āĻž āĻĻāĻŋāĻ‡!

āĻ†āĻŽāĻ°āĻž āĻĻā§āĻœāĻ¨ āĻ¸ā§āĻŦāĻĒā§āĻ¨āĻŦāĻžāĻœ

āĻ­āĻžāĻ˛āĻŦāĻžāĻ¸āĻž āĻ†āĻŽāĻžāĻĻā§‡āĻ° āĻ­āĻŋāĻ¤ā§āĻ¤āĻŋ

āĻāĻ¤ā§‡ āĻ†āĻŽāĻ°āĻž āĻŦāĻŋāĻļā§āĻ°āĻžāĻŽ āĻ¨āĻŋāĻ‡

āĻ¸ā§‡āĻ“ āĻ†āĻŽāĻžāĻĻā§‡āĻ° āĻŽāĻ°ā§‚āĻĻā§āĻ¯āĻžāĻ¨!

āĻ­āĻžāĻ˛āĻŦāĻžāĻ¸āĻž āĻ†āĻŽāĻžāĻĻā§‡āĻ° āĻŽāĻ§ā§āĻ¯ā§‡ āĻ†āĻ›ā§‡,

āĻ†āĻŽāĻ°āĻž āĻĒā§āĻ°ā§‡āĻŽ āĻ¨āĻŋāĻƒāĻļā§āĻŦāĻžāĻ¸

āĻāĻŸāĻž āĻŦāĻžāĻ¤āĻžāĻ¸, āĻāĻŸāĻž āĻ–āĻžāĻŦāĻžāĻ°āĻ“

āĻ†āĻŽāĻžāĻĻā§‡āĻ° āĻ¸ā§āĻ–!

āĻ†āĻŽāĻ°āĻž āĻāĻ•āĻŸāĻŋ āĻ¸āĻŽā§āĻĒā§‚āĻ°ā§āĻŖ āĻ•āĻ°āĻž

āĻ†āĻŽāĻ°āĻž āĻ¸ā§āĻ¨ā§āĻĻāĻ°āĻ­āĻžāĻŦā§‡ āĻāĻ•ā§‡ āĻ…āĻĒāĻ°ā§‡āĻ° āĻĒāĻ°āĻŋāĻĒā§‚āĻ°āĻ•

āĻ¯āĻĻāĻŋāĻ“ āĻ¤ā§āĻŽāĻŋ āĻ†āĻ—ā§āĻ¨ā§‡āĻ¯āĻŧāĻ—āĻŋāĻ°āĻŋ

āĻ†āĻŽāĻŋāĻ“, āĻĒā§āĻ°āĻŋāĻ¯āĻŧ āĻ†āĻ¤ā§āĻŽāĻž!

āĻ†āĻŽāĻŋ āĻ§ā§ˆāĻ°ā§āĻ¯ āĻļāĻŋāĻ–ā§‡āĻ›āĻŋ

 āĻ†āĻŽāĻŋāĻ“ āĻ¨āĻŋāĻ­āĻ¤ā§‡ āĻļāĻŋāĻ–ā§‡āĻ›āĻŋ

āĻāĻ•āĻŸāĻŋ āĻļāĻŋāĻ–āĻž āĻ–ā§āĻŦ āĻŦāĻĄāĻŧ

 āĻ†āĻŽāĻžāĻ° āĻ•ā§‹āĻŽāĻ˛ āĻ†āĻ¤ā§āĻŽāĻžāĻ° āĻ¸āĻžāĻĨā§‡!

āĻĻā§āĻŸāĻŋ āĻŽāĻšāĻžāĻŦāĻŋāĻļā§āĻŦā§‡āĻ° āĻŽāĻ¤ā§‹

āĻ•āĻ¤ āĻœāĻžāĻĻā§āĻ•āĻ°ā§€āĻ­āĻžāĻŦā§‡ āĻ¤āĻžāĻ°āĻž āĻ†āĻ•āĻ°ā§āĻˇāĻŖ āĻ•āĻ°ā§‡

āĻ†āĻŽāĻ°āĻž āĻ†āĻ•āĻžāĻ™ā§āĻ•ā§āĻˇāĻžāĻ° āĻ¸āĻžāĻĨā§‡ āĻŽāĻŋāĻļā§‡ āĻ¯āĻžāĻ‡

āĻ†āĻŽāĻ°āĻž āĻ¯āĻ–āĻ¨ āĻāĻ•ā§‡ āĻ…āĻĒāĻ°ā§‡āĻ° āĻĻāĻŋāĻ•ā§‡ āĻ­āĻžāĻ˛ā§‹āĻŦāĻžāĻ¸āĻžāĻ° āĻĻā§ƒāĻˇā§āĻŸāĻŋāĻ¤ā§‡ āĻ¤āĻžāĻ•āĻžāĻ‡!

āĻ•āĻŦāĻŋāĻ¤āĻž-ā§¨

āĻŦāĻ¨ā§āĻ§ā§āĻĻā§‡āĻ° āĻœāĻ¨ā§āĻ¯!

āĻ¸āĻžāĻ°āĻž āĻŦāĻŋāĻļā§āĻŦ āĻĨā§‡āĻ•ā§‡ āĻĒā§āĻ°āĻŋāĻ¯āĻŧ āĻŦāĻ¨ā§āĻ§ā§āĻ°āĻž,

āĻ†āĻŽāĻžāĻ° āĻœā§€āĻŦāĻ¨ā§‡ āĻ†āĻ¸āĻžāĻ° āĻœāĻ¨ā§āĻ¯ āĻ§āĻ¨ā§āĻ¯āĻŦāĻžāĻĻ

āĻ†āĻŽāĻžāĻĻā§‡āĻ° āĻĒā§āĻ°āĻŋāĻ¯āĻŧ āĻ•āĻŦāĻŋāĻ¤āĻžāĻ° āĻŽāĻžāĻ§ā§āĻ¯āĻŽā§‡ āĻĻā§‡āĻ–āĻž āĻšāĻ¯āĻŧā§‡āĻ›āĻŋāĻ˛

āĻ•āĻŋ āĻ†āĻŽāĻžāĻĻā§‡āĻ° āĻāĻ•āĻ¤ā§āĻ°āĻŋāĻ¤ āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻāĻ•āĻ°āĻ•āĻŽ āĻ†āĻŦāĻĻā§āĻ§!

āĻ­āĻžāĻ˛āĻŦāĻžāĻ¸āĻžāĻ° āĻļāĻŋāĻ–āĻž āĻĻāĻŋāĻ¯āĻŧā§‡ āĻ†āĻŽāĻŋ āĻ¤ā§‹āĻŽāĻžāĻ•ā§‡ āĻ†āĻ˛āĻŋāĻ™ā§āĻ—āĻ¨ āĻ•āĻ°āĻŋ,

āĻĻā§‚āĻ° āĻĨā§‡āĻ•ā§‡ āĻ¸āĻŦāĻžāĻ‡āĻ•ā§‡ āĻœāĻĄāĻŧāĻŋāĻ¯āĻŧā§‡ āĻ§āĻ°ā§‡

āĻ¸ā§āĻ–ā§‡āĻ° āĻ†āĻ•āĻžāĻļā§‡āĻ° āĻ¨āĻŋāĻšā§‡ āĻ§āĻ¨ā§āĻ¯ āĻšā§‹āĻ•

āĻ­āĻžāĻ˛ āĻŦāĻ¨ā§āĻ§ā§āĻ°āĻž, āĻāĻ‡ āĻ†āĻŽāĻžāĻ° āĻ‡āĻšā§āĻ›āĻž!

āĻœā§€āĻŦāĻ¨ā§‡āĻ° āĻ†āĻ°ā§‡āĻ•āĻŸāĻž āĻŦāĻ›āĻ° āĻ•āĻ¤ āĻĻā§āĻ°ā§āĻ¤ āĻ•ā§‡āĻŸā§‡ āĻ—ā§‡āĻ˛

āĻ¯āĻ–āĻ¨ āĻ†āĻŽāĻ°āĻž āĻĒā§āĻ°āĻ¤āĻŋāĻĻāĻŋāĻ¨ āĻāĻ•āĻ¸āĻžāĻĨā§‡ āĻĒāĻĄāĻŧāĻŋ,

āĻ…āĻĨāĻŦāĻž āĻāĻŽāĻ¨āĻ•āĻŋ āĻ†āĻŽāĻžāĻ° āĻŽā§āĻ–ā§‡ āĻšāĻžāĻ¸āĻŋ āĻĻāĻŋāĻ¯āĻŧā§‡ āĻāĻŸāĻŋ āĻ‰āĻĒāĻ­ā§‹āĻ— āĻ•āĻ°ā§‡āĻ›āĻŋ

āĻ†āĻŽāĻŋ āĻ¯āĻž āĻ˛āĻŋāĻ–ā§‡āĻ›āĻŋ, āĻŽāĻ¨ā§āĻ¤āĻŦā§āĻ¯ āĻ•āĻ°ā§‡āĻ›āĻŋ āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻ…āĻ¨ā§āĻ­āĻŦ āĻ•āĻ°ā§‡āĻ›āĻŋ!

āĻ†āĻŽāĻ°āĻž āĻ¸āĻĻāĻ¯āĻŧ āĻ•āĻĨāĻž āĻĻāĻŋāĻ¯āĻŧā§‡ āĻ¨āĻŋāĻœā§‡āĻĻā§‡āĻ° āĻ¸āĻžāĻ¨ā§āĻ¤ā§āĻŦāĻ¨āĻž āĻĻāĻŋāĻ˛āĻžāĻŽ

āĻ†āĻĒāĻ¨āĻžāĻ° āĻĒāĻžāĻļā§‡ āĻ†āĻ¤ā§āĻŽāĻž āĻ¸āĻ™ā§āĻ—ā§‡ āĻ•ā§‹āĻ¨ āĻĒāĻ•ā§āĻˇāĻĒāĻžāĻ¤ āĻ›āĻžāĻĄāĻŧāĻž

āĻšāĻžāĻŽāĻĄāĻŧāĻžāĻ° āĻ°āĻ‚, āĻ§āĻ°ā§āĻŽ āĻŦāĻž āĻ…āĻ¨ā§āĻ¯āĻžāĻ¨ā§āĻ¯ āĻŽāĻ¤āĻŦāĻžāĻĻ

āĻ¤āĻžāĻ°āĻž āĻ†āĻŽāĻžāĻĻā§‡āĻ° āĻāĻ•ā§āĻ¯āĻŦāĻĻā§āĻ§ āĻšāĻ¤ā§‡ āĻŦāĻžāĻ§āĻž āĻĻā§‡āĻ¯āĻŧāĻ¨āĻŋ!

āĻ¸āĻžāĻ°āĻž āĻŦāĻŋāĻļā§āĻŦ āĻĨā§‡āĻ•ā§‡ āĻĒā§āĻ°āĻŋāĻ¯āĻŧ āĻŦāĻ¨ā§āĻ§ā§āĻ°āĻž

āĻ†āĻŽāĻŋ āĻ†āĻĒāĻ¨āĻžāĻ•ā§‡ āĻ¨āĻ¤ā§āĻ¨ āĻŦāĻ›āĻ°ā§‡āĻ° āĻĒā§āĻ°āĻžāĻ•ā§āĻ•āĻžāĻ˛ā§‡ āĻļā§āĻ­ā§‡āĻšā§āĻ›āĻž āĻœāĻžāĻ¨āĻžāĻ‡,

āĻĒā§āĻ°ā§‡āĻŽ āĻ•āĻ°āĻž āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻ¸āĻ¨ā§āĻ¤ā§āĻˇā§āĻŸāĻŋ āĻ†āĻ›ā§‡

āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻ†āĻĒāĻ¨āĻŋ āĻ¯āĻž āĻ•āĻŋāĻ›ā§ āĻ•āĻ°ā§‡āĻ¨ āĻ¤āĻžāĻ° āĻāĻ•āĻŸāĻŋ āĻĒā§āĻ°āĻ¤āĻŋāĻ§ā§āĻŦāĻ¨āĻŋ āĻ†āĻ›ā§‡!

āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻŦāĻ›āĻ°āĻŸāĻŋ āĻ­āĻžāĻ˛āĻ­āĻžāĻŦā§‡ āĻļā§‡āĻˇ āĻšā§‹āĻ•

āĻ¸āĻžāĻĢāĻ˛ā§āĻ¯ āĻ†āĻĒāĻ¨āĻžāĻ° āĻŽā§āĻ•ā§āĻŸ āĻšāĻ¤ā§‡ āĻĒāĻžāĻ°ā§‡

āĻ†āĻŽāĻžāĻ° āĻ•āĻžāĻ› āĻĨā§‡āĻ•ā§‡ āĻāĻ•āĻŸāĻŋ āĻ­āĻžāĻ°ā§āĻšā§āĻ¯āĻŧāĻžāĻ˛ āĻ†āĻ˛āĻŋāĻ™ā§āĻ—āĻ¨

āĻāĻ•āĻŸāĻŋ āĻ¸ā§āĻ¨ā§āĻĻāĻ° āĻšāĻŋāĻ¨ā§āĻ¤āĻž āĻ¸āĻŦāĻ¸āĻŽāĻ¯āĻŧ āĻ†āĻŽāĻžāĻĻā§‡āĻ° āĻāĻ•āĻ¸āĻžāĻĨā§‡ āĻ†āĻ¨āĻ¤ā§‡!

āĻ•āĻŦāĻŋāĻ¤āĻž-ā§Š

āĻ†āĻŽāĻžāĻ•ā§‡ āĻ—ā§āĻ°āĻšāĻŖ āĻ•āĻ°ā§āĻ¨

āĻ†āĻŽāĻžāĻ•ā§‡ āĻ†āĻĒāĻ¨āĻžāĻ° āĻšā§ƒāĻĻāĻ¯āĻŧā§‡ āĻ—ā§āĻ°āĻšāĻŖ āĻ•āĻ°ā§āĻ¨
āĻ†āĻŽāĻžāĻ•ā§‡ āĻ­āĻžāĻ˛ā§‹āĻŦā§‡āĻ¸ā§‡ āĻŽā§‹āĻĄāĻŧāĻžāĻ¨ā§‹
āĻ†āĻŽāĻŋ āĻ¤āĻžāĻ° āĻ‰āĻˇā§āĻŖāĻ¤āĻž āĻ‰āĻĒāĻ­ā§‹āĻ— āĻ•āĻ°āĻ¤ā§‡ āĻĒāĻžāĻ°āĻŋ
āĻļā§āĻ§ā§ āĻ¸ā§āĻŽā§ƒāĻ¤āĻŋ āĻšāĻ¯āĻŧā§‡ āĻĨāĻžāĻ•āĻŦā§‡āĻ¨ āĻ¨āĻž!

āĻ¨āĻ°āĻŽ āĻ ā§‹āĻāĻŸā§‡āĻ° āĻ…āĻŽā§ƒāĻ¤ āĻšā§āĻŽā§āĻ•
āĻ†āĻŽāĻžāĻ° āĻĻā§ƒāĻˇā§āĻŸāĻŋāĻ° āĻ•ā§‹āĻŽāĻ˛āĻ¤āĻž āĻ…āĻ¨ā§āĻ­āĻŦ āĻ•āĻ°ā§āĻ¨
āĻ¤āĻžāĻ°āĻĒāĻ° āĻ†āĻŦā§‡āĻ—ā§‡ āĻ†āĻŽāĻžāĻ•ā§‡ āĻšā§āĻŽā§ āĻĻāĻžāĻ“
āĻĒā§āĻ°ā§‡āĻŽā§‡āĻ° āĻ°ā§‹āĻŽāĻžāĻžā§āĻš āĻ‰āĻĒāĻ­ā§‹āĻ— āĻ•āĻ°ā§āĻ¨!

āĻŽāĻ¸ā§ƒāĻŖ āĻœāĻ˛ āĻĻāĻŋāĻ¯āĻŧā§‡ āĻ†āĻŽāĻžāĻ° āĻŦā§āĻ¯āĻĨāĻž āĻ¨āĻŋāĻ­āĻŋāĻ¯āĻŧā§‡ āĻĻāĻžāĻ“
āĻ¸ā§āĻ°ā§‹āĻ¤ā§‡āĻ° āĻŽāĻ¤ā§‹ āĻĢāĻŋāĻ¸āĻĢāĻŋāĻ¸ āĻ•āĻ°ā§‡ āĻ•ā§‹āĻŽāĻ˛āĻ­āĻžāĻŦā§‡ āĻ†āĻŽāĻžāĻ° āĻ•āĻžāĻ›ā§‡
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āĻ•āĻŦāĻŋāĻ¤āĻž-ā§Ē

āĻ†āĻŽāĻžāĻĻā§‡āĻ° āĻ—āĻ˛ā§āĻĒ

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āĻāĻŸāĻž āĻļā§āĻ§ā§āĻŽāĻžāĻ¤ā§āĻ° āĻ¸ā§āĻ– āĻ¸āĻŽā§āĻĒāĻ°ā§āĻ•ā§‡ āĻšāĻ¤ā§‡ āĻĒāĻžāĻ°ā§‡

āĻ†āĻ° āĻĻā§āĻœāĻ¨ā§‡āĻ° āĻœā§€āĻŦāĻ¨ āĻœāĻžāĻĻā§āĻŽāĻ¯āĻŧ āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻŦā§āĻ˛āĻžāĻœāĻ¨ āĻ›āĻžāĻĄāĻŧāĻž!

(English version)

Brief Poet Introduction:

(1)

Poet: Ronja Broich.

Born: Romania, currently lives in Germany.

Haven’t written poetry for a long time.

A large part of life is spent with husband and family.

Every person has their own life story. By God’s grace those who find themselves sometimes as poets or writers.

Then they write their own stories in prose or poetry, perhaps behind many of the similes with their own protected representations of the story! But the essence of the poet’s life will emerge in his works in some guise.

Poet Ronja Broich’s husband’s death is the most tragic event in her life, grief-stricken by the death of the one she loved the most, the poet takes refuge in the pen in the face of mental breakdown, and begins to write poems: All poets may begin to write poems with sadness or joy! The creation of poetry begins with a mind burdened with joy or pain.

—Editor.

 

(2)

Now we hear poet Ronja Broich’s story of becoming a poet in her own statement:

The birth of my poetry by shock!

A shock after the death of my husband whom I have loved all my life! It was born from pain and boundless love!

Walking along the path of our much-loved park, I was talking with my eyes on the sky! I was talking in rhyme without thinking! Came home and wrote a poem! I surprised by posting on Facebook, it was so appreciated that enthusiasm started from all sides!

Some poets have asked me since when I write and whether I am a poet!

You understand that I did not expect so much praise!

I was like in a trance!

I started writing the poem’s answer to a poet who wrote a poem for me!

I began to write poetry for me!

I became a magician!

I wrote more about love, pain, dreams have not yet been fulfilled!

But especially about the love that I felt and that I lost!

The first poem born from so much pain;

 I met my husband at sea, he was a student in his last year at the Naval Military Academy, and I was in my last year at the Economic High School in Konstanz!

Love at first sight, such a beautiful and unique love story that I might write a novel someday!

Married forever part of us!!!

I have written a lot about our love and about the sea that brought us together with the foaming waves that caressed our souls and our bodies! “Love Like the Sea” in Volume I

I wrote a poem that is very dear to me and full of elements of reality:

(3)

(Poetry)

The sea has always brought us together

His foam waved and whispered. Now they call us again for a meeting

Gentle as always!

We met on the beach

Gazing at infinity in the twilight

We were always happy at the beach

And we loved each other with a will Our love was sealed

Of foaming blue waves

He always brings us closer

Unity embraces us!

(4)

Everything I write is my life experience and transformed into poetry!

The good Lord has given me this grace as a consolation for my soul, and for the many readers who have thanked me through their comments.

Selected Poems-1

Poem-1

Two universes

When the moon indulges

In its full splendor

And the stars cling

From the pearl sky!

I live your tenderness

Every night

I enjoy your kiss

And the words in a whisper!

you give me love

And I value you

Me too

I give you love!

We are two dreamers

Love is our base

In it we rest

She is also our oasis!

Love is in us

We breathe love

It’s air, it’s also food

Ours is happiness!

We make a whole

We complement each other nicely

Although you a volcano

Me too, dear soul!

I learned patience

I also learned to extinguish

A flame too big

With my gentle soul!

Like two universes

How magically they attract

We merge with longing

When we look at each other with love!

 

Poem-2

For you friends!

Dear friends from all over the world,

Thank you for being in my life

We met through our dear poetry

What united us and bound us somehow!

I embrace you with the flame of love,

Hugging you all from afar

Be blessed under the sky of happiness

Good friends, this is my wish!

How quickly another year of life has passed

When we read together daily,

Or even enjoyed it with smiles on my face

Everything I wrote, commented and felt!

We comforted ourselves with kind words

With the soul at your side without prejudice

Skin color, religions or other doctrines

They did not prevent us from being united!

Dear friends from all over the world

I wish you on the eve of the new year,

To be loved and to have satisfaction

And everything you do has an echo!

And let the year end well

May success be your crown

A virtual hug from me

A beautiful thought to always bring us together!

 

Poem-3

receive me

Receive me into your heart

Wrap me in love

I can enjoy her warmth

Don’t be just a memory!

Sip the nectar of soft lips

Feel the tenderness of my gaze

Kiss me passionately then

Savor the thrill of love!

Quench my pain with smooth water

Like a stream whisper tenderly to me

Sweet words that comfort me

The soul sad but full of beauty!

Give me half of your heart

And with half of you

Let’s make a whole together

Let’s be together in good and bad times!

May our love be sublime

Let no one separate,

With a beautiful and rhyming verse

We make poetry, life an art!

Let the wind sing us sonnets

Let us dance, let us float,

In the air the flakes do pirouettes

Let’s feel the magic of winter to the fullest!

Poem-4

Our story

Our story is about two nomadic lovers

All their lives they searched for a desert island

We were two travelers among fir forests

But we didn’t find our world even in the holy glie!

Wandering tramps but very much in love

We sought to build our own world

But guided by fate or destiny

I lived among strangers, bypassing customs!

 When others from the brambles wove wreaths for us

We knew how to turn them into stars

And blessing miracles happened

Overcoming pain, trouble and hard days!

As long as there is still love in the heart

And two hearts beat the same rhythm in unison,

It can only be about happiness

And the life of two is magical and without blazon!

(Romanian Version)

Scurtă introducere a poetului:

(1)

Poetă: Ronja Broich.

Născut: RomÃĸnia, ÃŽn prezent locuiește ÃŽn Germania.

Nu am mai scris poezie de mult.

 O mare parte a vieții este petrecută cu soțul și familia.

Fiecare om are propria poveste de viață. Prin harul lui Dumnezeu cei care se regăsesc uneori ca poeți sau scriitori.

Apoi ÃŽČ™i scriu propriile povești ÃŽn proză sau poezie, poate ÃŽn spatele multor comparații cu propriile lor reprezentări protejate ale poveștii! Dar esența vieții poetului va apărea ÃŽn operele sale ÃŽntr-o formă oarecare.

Moartea soțului poetei Ronja Broich este cel mai tragic eveniment din viața ei, ÃŽndurerată de moartea celui pe care l-a iubit cel mai mult, poetul se refugiază ÃŽn condei ÃŽn fața căderii mintale și ÃŽncepe să scrie poezii: Toți poeții poate ÃŽncepe să scrie poezii cu tristețe sau bucurie! Crearea poeziei ÃŽncepe cu o minte ÃŽmpovărata de bucurie sau durere.

—Editor.

(2)

Acum auzim povestea poetei Ronja Broich despre a deveni poetă ÃŽn propria ei declarație:

Nașterea poeziei mele prin șoc!

Un șoc după moartea soțului meu pe care l-am iubit toată viața! S-a născut din durere și iubire nemărginită!

MergÃĸnd pe poteca parcului nostru mult iubit, vorbeam cu ochii pe cer! Vorbeam ÃŽn rimă fără să mă gÃĸndesc! Am venit acasă și a scris o poezie! Am surprins postÃĸnd pe Facebook, a fost atÃĸt de apreciat ÃŽncÃĸt a ÃŽnceput entuziasmul din toate părțile!

Unii poeți m-au ÃŽntrebat de cÃĸnd scriu și dacă sunt poet!

Înțelegi că nu mă așteptam la atÃĸtea laude!

Eram ca ÃŽn transă!

Am ÃŽnceput să scriu răspunsul poeziei unui poet care a scris o poezie pentru mine!

Am ÃŽnceput să scriu poezie pentru mine!

Am devenit magician!

Am scris mai multe despre dragoste, durere, visele ÃŽncă nu s-au ÃŽmplinit!

Dar mai ales despre dragostea pe care am simțit-o și pe care am pierdut-o!

Prima poezie născută din atÃĸta durere;

L-am cunoscut pe soțul meu pe mare, el era student ÃŽn ultimul an la Academia Navală Militară, iar eu eram ÃŽn ultimul an la Liceul Economic din Konstanz!

Dragoste la prima vedere, o poveste de dragoste atÃĸt de frumoasă și unică, ÃŽncÃĸt aș putea scrie un roman cÃĸndva!

Căsătorit pentru totdeauna parte din noi!!!

Am scris multe despre dragostea noastră și despre marea care ne-a adus ÃŽmpreună cu valurile ÃŽnspumate care ne mÃĸngÃĸiau sufletele și trupurile! „Dragoste ca marea” ÃŽn volumul I

Am scris o poezie care ÃŽmi este foarte dragă și plină de elemente de realitate:

(3-Poezie)

Marea ne-a unit mereu

Spuma lui flutura și șopti. Acum ne sună din nou pentru o ÃŽntÃĸlnire

Bland ca intotdeauna!

Ne-am ÃŽntÃĸlnit pe plajă

Privind infinitul ÃŽn amurg

Am fost mereu fericiți la plajă

Și ne-am iubit cu voință Dragostea noastră a fost pecetluită

De valuri albastre spumoase

El ne aduce mereu mai aproape

Unitatea ne ÃŽmbrățișează!

(4)

Tot ceea ce scriu este experiența mea de viață și s-a transformat ÃŽn poezie!

Bunul Dumnezeu mi-a dat acest har ca o mÃĸngÃĸiere pentru sufletul meu, și pentru mulți cititori care mi-au mulțumit prin comentariile lor.

Poezii alese-1

Două universuri 

CÃĸnd luna se răsfață

În plina ei splendoare 

Si stelele se-agață 

De cer mărgăritare!

Trăiesc tandrețe ta

În fiecare noapte 

ÃŽČ›i savurez sarutul 

Și vorbele ÃŽn șoapte !

Îmi dăruiești iubire 

Iar eu te prețuiesc 

La rÃĸndul meu și eu 

Iubire-ți dăruiesc!

Suntem doi visători 

Iubirea ne e baza 

În ea ne odihnim 

Ea ne este și oaza !

Iubirea e În noi 

Noi respirăm iubire 

E aer , e și hrană 

A noastră-i fericire!

Noi facem un ÃŽntreg

Ne completăm frumos 

Desi tu un vulcan 

Și eu suflet duios!

Am ÃŽnvățat răbdare 

Și-am ÃŽnvățat să sting 

O flacără prea mare 

Cu sufletul meu blÃĸnd!

Ca două universuri 

Ce magic se atrag 

Ne contopim cu dorul 

CÃĸnd ne privim cu drag!

 

 

poezii-2

Pentru voi prieteni!

Prieteni dragi din lumea ÃŽntreagă,

Vă mulțumesc ca existați ÃŽn viața mea

Ne-am cunoscut prin poezia noastră dragă 

Ce ne-a unit și ne-a legat cumva!

Eu vă cuprind cu flacăra iubirii ,

Vă-mbrățișez pe toți din depărtare 

 Fiți binecuvÃĸntați sub cerul fericirii 

Prieteni buni, asta-i a mea urare! 

Ce repede a trecut ÃŽncă un an din viață

CÃĸnd ÃŽmpreună zilnic ne-am citit,

Sau chiar am savurat cu zÃĸmbete pe față

Tot ce am scris, am comentat și am simțit !

Ne-am mÃĸngÃĸiat cu vorbele de bine

Cu sufletul alături făr’ de prejudecăți 

Culoare pielii, religii sau alte doctrine 

Nu ne-au ÃŽmpiedicat să fim uniți!

Prieteni dragi din lumea ÃŽntreagă

Eu vă doresc ÃŽn prag de anul nou, 

Să fiți iubiți și să aveți satisfacții 

Iar tot ceea cea ce faceți să aibă un ecou !

Iar anul să se termine cu bine

Succesul să vă fie o cunună 

O ÃŽmbrățișare virtuală de la mine 

Un gÃĸnd frumos mereu să ne adune!

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Primește-mă 

Primește-mă ÃŽn inimă ta

Învelește-mă cu iubire 

Căldura ei s-o pot savura 

Să nu-mi fie doar amintire!

Soarbe nectarul buzelor moi

Simte-mi tandrețea privirii 

Săruta-mă cu pasiune apoi

Savurează fiorul iubirii!

Stinge-mi durerea cu apă lină

Ca un pÃĸrÃĸu șoptește-mi duios 

Cuvinte dulci ce ÃŽmi alină 

Sufletul trist dar plin de frumos !

Dă-mi jumătatea din inima ta

Și cu o jumătatea din tine 

Să facem un ÃŽntreg ÃŽmpreună 

Să fim ÃŽn doi la greu și la bine!

Iubirea noastră să fie sublimă

Nimeni să nu despartă, 

C-un vers frumos și cu rimă 

Facem poezie, viața o artă!

VÃĸntul să ne cÃĸnte sonete

Noi să dansăm, să plutim, 

În aer fulgii fac piruete 

Magia iernii din plin s-o simțim!

 

 

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Povestea noastră 

Povestea noastră e a doi iubiți nomazi

Ce toată viața au căutat o insulă pustie 

Am fost doi călători printre păduri de brazi 

Dar n-am găsit a noastră lume nici ÃŽn sfÃĸnta glie!

Hoinari umblÃĸnd dar foarte ÃŽndrăgostiți

Am căutat să construim a noastră lume 

Însă de soarta sau destin călăuziți 

Am trăit printre străini, trecÃĸnd peste cutume! 

CÃĸnd alții din mărăcini ne-au ÃŽmpletit cununi

Noi am știut să le transformăm in stele 

Și binecuvÃĸntÃĸnd s-au ÃŽntÃĸmplat minuni 

TrecÃĸnd peste durere , necaz și zile grele ! 

AtÃĸta timp cÃĸt mai există-n inimă iubire

Și două inimi bat aceleași ritm la unison,

Nu poate fi vorba decÃĸt de fericire 

Iar viața-n doi e magică și fără de blazon!

 

 

 

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