POET. RONJA BROICHÂ
āϏāĻāĻā§āώāĻŋāĻĒā§āϤ āĻāĻŦāĻŋ āĻĒāϰāĻŋāĻāĻŋāϤāĻŋ:
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āĻāĻŦāĻŋ: Ronja Broich.
āĻāύā§āĻŽ: āϰā§āĻŽāĻžāύāĻŋāϝāĻŧāĻžāϝāĻŧ, āĻŦāϰā§āϤāĻŽāĻžāύ āĻŦāϏāϤ āĻāĻžāϰā§āĻŽāĻžāύāĻŋāĨ¤
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āĻāĻŦāĻŋ Ronja Broich āĻāϰ āϏā§āĻŦāĻžāĻŽā§āϰ āĻŽā§āϤā§āϝ⧠āϤāĻžāĻāϰ āĻā§āĻŦāύā§āϰ āϏāĻŦāĻā§āϝāĻŧā§ āĻā§āϰāĻžāĻāĻŋāĻ āĻāĻāύāĻž, āĻĒāϰāĻŽ āĻāĻžāϞā§āĻŦāĻžāϏāĻžāϰ āĻŽāĻžāύā§āώāĻāĻŋāϰ āĻāĻŋāϰ āĻĒā§āϰāϏā§āĻĨāĻžāύ⧠āĻŦāĻŋāϰāĻš āĻāĻžāϤāϰ āĻŽāĻžāύāϏāĻŋāĻ āĻŦāĻŋāĻĒāϰā§āϝāϝāĻŧā§āϰ āĻŽā§āĻā§ āĻŦāĻŋāϧā§āĻŦāϏā§āϤ āĻŦāĻŋāĻļā§āϰāϏā§āϤ āĻŽāύ⧠āĻāĻŦāĻŋ āĻāĻļā§āϰāϝāĻŧ āĻā§āĻāĻāϞā§āύ āĻāϞāĻŽā§āϰ, āϞāĻŋāĻāϤ⧠āĻļā§āϰ⧠āĻāϰāϞā§āύ āĻāĻŦāĻŋāϤāĻž: āĻāĻŦāĻŋāϤāĻžāϰ āĻāϤāĻŋāĻšāĻžāϏ āĻāĻ āϰāĻāĻŽ: āϏāĻŦ āĻāĻŦāĻŋāĻ āĻšāϝāĻŧ āĻāύāύā§āĻĻā§ āĻāĻĒā§āϞā§āϤ āĻšāϝāĻŧā§ āĻāĻŦāĻŋāϤāĻž āϞāĻŋāĻāϤ⧠āĻļā§āϰ⧠āĻāϰā§āύ āύāϝāĻŧ āĻŦā§āĻĻāύāĻžāϝāĻŧ āĻāĻžāϰāĻžāĻā§āϰāĻžāύā§āϤ āĻŽāύ⧠āĻļā§āϰ⧠āĻšāϝāĻŧ āĻāĻŦāĻŋāϤāĻžāϰ āϏā§āĻāύāĨ¤
—āϏāĻŽā§āĻĒāĻžāĻĻāĻāĨ¤
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āĻāĻŦāĻžāϰ āĻāĻŽāϰāĻž āĻāĻŦāĻŋ Ronja Broich āĻāϰ āύāĻŋāĻāϏā§āĻŦ āĻŦāĻŋāĻŦā§āϤāĻŋāϤ⧠āϤāĻžāϰ āĻāĻŦāĻŋ āĻšāĻāϝāĻŧāĻžāϰ āĻāϞā§āĻĒ āĻļā§āύāĻŋ:
 āϧāĻžāĻā§āĻāĻž āĻā§āϝāĻŧā§ āĻāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻāĻŦāĻŋāϤāĻžāϰ āĻāύā§āĻŽ!
āĻāĻŽāĻžāϰ āϏā§āĻŦāĻžāĻŽā§āϰ āĻŽā§āϤā§āϝā§āϰ āĻĒāϰ āĻāĻāĻāĻž āϧāĻžāĻā§āĻāĻž, āϝāĻžāĻā§ āϏāĻžāϰāĻžāĻā§āĻŦāύ āĻāĻžāϞā§āĻŦā§āϏā§āĻāĻŋ! āϝāύā§āϤā§āϰāĻŖāĻž āĻāϰ āϏā§āĻŽāĻžāĻšā§āύ āĻāĻžāϞā§āĻŦāĻžāϏāĻž āĻĨā§āĻā§āĻ āĻāϰ āĻāύā§āĻŽ!
āĻāĻŽāĻžāĻĻā§āϰ āĻŦāĻšā§āϞ āĻĒā§āϰāĻŋāϝāĻŧ āĻĒāĻžāϰā§āĻā§āϰ āĻĒāĻĨ āϧāϰ⧠āĻšāĻžāĻāĻāϤ⧠āĻšāĻžāĻāĻāϤ⧠āĻāĻāĻžāĻļā§āϰ āĻĻāĻŋāĻā§ āĻā§āĻ āϰā§āĻā§ āĻāĻĨāĻž āĻŦāϞāĻāĻŋāϞāĻžāĻŽ! āύāĻž āĻā§āĻŦā§āĻ āĻāĻĄāĻŧāĻžāϝāĻŧ āĻāĻĨāĻž āĻŦāϞāĻāĻŋāϞāĻžāĻŽ! āĻŦāĻžāϏāĻžāϝāĻŧ āĻāϏ⧠āĻāĻāĻāĻž āĻāĻŦāĻŋāϤāĻž āϞāĻŋāĻāϞāĻžāĻŽ! āĻāĻŽāĻŋ āĻĢā§āϏāĻŦā§āĻā§ āĻĒā§āϏā§āĻ āĻāϰ⧠āĻāĻŽāĻā§ āĻĻāĻŋāϞāĻžāĻŽ, āĻāϤ āĻĒā§āϰāĻļāĻāϏāĻž āĻšāϞ⧠āϝ⧠āĻāĻžāϰāĻĻāĻŋāĻ āĻĨā§āĻā§ āĻā§āϏāĻžāĻš āĻļā§āϰ⧠āĻšāϞā§!
āĻā§āύ āĻā§āύ āĻāĻŦāĻŋ āĻāĻŽāĻžāĻā§ āĻāĻŋāĻā§āĻā§āϏ āĻāϰā§āĻā§āύ āĻāĻŦā§ āĻĨā§āĻā§ āϞāĻŋāĻāĻŋ āĻāϰ āĻāĻŽāĻŋ āĻāĻŦāĻŋ āĻāĻŋāύāĻž!
āĻāĻĒāύāĻŋ āĻŦā§āĻāϤ⧠āĻĒāĻžāϰā§āύ āϝ⧠āĻāĻŽāĻŋ āĻāϤ āĻĒā§āϰāĻļāĻāϏāĻž āĻāĻļāĻž āĻāϰāĻŋāύāĻŋ!
āĻāĻŽāĻŋ āĻāĻāĻāĻŋ āĻā§āϰāĻžāύā§āϏ āĻŽāϤ āĻāĻŋāϞ!
āĻāĻŦāĻŋāϤāĻžāϰ āĻāϤā§āϤāϰ āϞāĻŋāĻāϤ⧠āϞāĻžāĻāϞāĻžāĻŽ āĻāĻāĻāύ āĻāĻŦāĻŋ āϝ⧠āĻāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻāύā§āϝ āĻāĻāĻāĻž āĻāĻŦāĻŋāϤāĻž āϞāĻŋāĻā§āĻāĻŋāϞ!
āĻāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻāύā§āϝ āĻāĻŦāĻŋāϤāĻž āĻŦāĻāϤ⧠āϞāĻžāĻāϞā§!
āĻāĻžāĻĻā§āĻāϰ āĻšāϝāĻŧā§ āĻā§āĻāĻŋāϞāĻžāĻŽ!
āĻāϰ⧠āϞāĻŋāĻā§āĻāĻŋ āĻāĻžāϞā§āĻŦāĻžāϏāĻžāϰ āĻāĻĨāĻž, āĻŦā§āĻĻāύāĻž, āϏā§āĻŦāĻĒā§āύ āĻāĻāύ⧠āĻĒā§āϰāĻŖ āĻšāϝāĻŧāύāĻŋ!
āĻāĻŋāύā§āϤ⧠āĻŦāĻŋāĻļā§āώ āĻāϰ⧠āĻĒā§āϰā§āĻŽ āϏāĻŽā§āĻĒāϰā§āĻā§ āϝāĻž āĻāĻŽāĻŋ āĻ āύā§āĻāĻŦ āĻāϰā§āĻāĻŋ āĻāĻŦāĻ āϝāĻž āĻāĻŽāĻŋ āĻšāĻžāϰāĻŋāϝāĻŧā§āĻāĻŋ!
āĻāϤ āĻŦā§āĻĻāύāĻž āĻĨā§āĻā§ āĻāύā§āĻŽ āύā§āĻāϝāĻŧāĻž āĻĒā§āϰāĻĨāĻŽ āĻāĻŦāĻŋāϤāĻžāĨ¤
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āϤāĻžāϰ āĻĢā§āύāĻž āĻĸā§āĻāϝāĻŧā§ āĻĢāĻŋāϏāĻĢāĻŋāϏāĻŋāϝāĻŧā§āĨ¤ āĻāĻāύ āϤāĻžāϰāĻž āĻāĻŦāĻžāϰ āĻāĻŽāĻžāĻĻā§āϰ āĻŦā§āĻ āĻā§ āĻĄāĻžāĻā§
āĻŦāϰāĻžāĻŦāϰā§āϰ āĻŽāϤ⧠āĻā§āĻŽāϞ!
āĻāĻŽāĻžāĻĻā§āϰ āĻĻā§āĻāĻž āĻšāϝāĻŧā§āĻāĻŋāϞ āϏāĻŽā§āĻĻā§āϰā§āϰ āϤā§āϰā§
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 āĻāĻŽāϰāĻž āϏā§āĻāϤ⧠āϏāĻŦāϏāĻŽāϝāĻŧ āĻā§āĻļāĻŋ āĻāĻŋāϞāĻžāĻŽ
 āĻāĻŦāĻ āĻāĻŽāϰāĻž āĻāĻā§ āĻ āĻĒāϰāĻā§ āĻāĻā§āĻāĻžāϰ āϏāĻžāĻĨā§ āĻāĻžāϞāĻŦāĻžāϏāϤāĻžāĻŽ āĻāĻŽāĻžāĻĻā§āϰ āĻāĻžāϞāĻŦāĻžāϏāĻž āϏāĻŋāϞ āĻāϰāĻž āĻšāϝāĻŧ
āĻĢā§āĻŽāĻŋāĻ āύā§āϞ āĻĸā§āĻ āĻāϰ
āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ āϏāĻŦāϏāĻŽāϝāĻŧ āĻāĻŽāĻžāĻĻā§āϰ āĻāĻžāĻāĻžāĻāĻžāĻāĻŋ āύāĻŋāϝāĻŧā§ āĻāϏā§āύ
āĻāĻāϤāĻž āĻāĻŽāĻžāĻĻā§āϰ āĻāĻĄāĻŧāĻŋāϝāĻŧā§ āϧāϰā§!
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āĻāĻŽāĻŋ āϝāĻž āĻāĻŋāĻā§ āϞāĻŋāĻā§āĻāĻŋ āϤāĻž āĻāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻā§āĻŦāύā§āϰ āĻ
āĻāĻŋāĻā§āĻāϤāĻž āĻāĻŦāĻ āĻāĻŦāĻŋāϤāĻžāϝāĻŧ āϰā§āĻĒāĻžāύā§āϤāϰ āĻāϰāĻž āĻšāϝāĻŧā§āĻā§!
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āύāĻŋāϰā§āĻŦāĻžāĻāĻŋāϤ āĻāĻŦāĻŋāϤāĻž -ā§§
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āĻāĻžāĻāĻĻ āϝāĻāύ āĻĒā§āϰāĻļā§āϰāϝāĻŧ āĻĻā§āϝāĻŧ
āϤāĻžāϰ āĻĒā§āϰā§āĻŖ āĻāĻžāĻāĻāĻāĻŽāĻāĻĒā§āϰā§āĻŖ
āĻāϰ āϤāĻžāϰāĻžāĻā§āϞ⧠āĻāĻāĻāĻĄāĻŧā§ āϧāϰā§,
āĻŽā§āĻā§āϤāĻžāϰ āĻāĻāĻžāĻļ āĻĨā§āĻā§!
āĻāĻŽāĻŋ āĻāĻĒāύāĻžāϰ āĻā§āĻŽāϞāϤāĻž āĻŦāĻžāϏ,
āĻĒā§āϰāϤāĻŋ āϰāĻžāϤā§
āĻāĻŽāĻŋ āϤā§āĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻā§āĻŽā§āĻŦāύ āĻāĻĒāĻā§āĻ āĻāϰāĻāĻŋ
āĻāϰ āĻĢāĻŋāϏāĻĢāĻŋāϏ āĻāϰ⧠āĻāĻĨāĻžāĻā§āϞā§!
āϤā§āĻŽāĻŋ āĻāĻŽāĻžāĻā§ āĻāĻžāϞāĻŦāĻžāϏāĻž āĻĻāĻžāĻ
āĻāĻŦāĻ āĻāĻŽāĻŋ āϤā§āĻŽāĻžāĻā§ āĻŽā§āϞā§āϝ āĻĻāĻŋāĻ, āĻāĻŽāĻŋāĻ
āĻāĻŽāĻŋ āϤā§āĻŽāĻžāĻā§ āĻāĻžāϞāĻŦāĻžāϏāĻž āĻĻāĻŋāĻ!
āĻāĻŽāϰāĻž āĻĻā§āĻāύ āϏā§āĻŦāĻĒā§āύāĻŦāĻžāĻ
āĻāĻžāϞāĻŦāĻžāϏāĻž āĻāĻŽāĻžāĻĻā§āϰ āĻāĻŋāϤā§āϤāĻŋ
āĻāϤ⧠āĻāĻŽāϰāĻž āĻŦāĻŋāĻļā§āϰāĻžāĻŽ āύāĻŋāĻ
āϏā§āĻ āĻāĻŽāĻžāĻĻā§āϰ āĻŽāϰā§āĻĻā§āϝāĻžāύ!
āĻāĻžāϞāĻŦāĻžāϏāĻž āĻāĻŽāĻžāĻĻā§āϰ āĻŽāϧā§āϝ⧠āĻāĻā§,
āĻāĻŽāϰāĻž āĻĒā§āϰā§āĻŽ āύāĻŋāĻāĻļā§āĻŦāĻžāϏ
āĻāĻāĻž āĻŦāĻžāϤāĻžāϏ, āĻāĻāĻž āĻāĻžāĻŦāĻžāϰāĻ
āĻāĻŽāĻžāĻĻā§āϰ āϏā§āĻ!
āĻāĻŽāϰāĻž āĻāĻāĻāĻŋ āϏāĻŽā§āĻĒā§āϰā§āĻŖ āĻāϰāĻž
āĻāĻŽāϰāĻž āϏā§āύā§āĻĻāϰāĻāĻžāĻŦā§ āĻāĻā§ āĻ āĻĒāϰā§āϰ āĻĒāϰāĻŋāĻĒā§āϰāĻ
āϝāĻĻāĻŋāĻ āϤā§āĻŽāĻŋ āĻāĻā§āύā§āϝāĻŧāĻāĻŋāϰāĻŋ
āĻāĻŽāĻŋāĻ, āĻĒā§āϰāĻŋāϝāĻŧ āĻāϤā§āĻŽāĻž!
āĻāĻŽāĻŋ āϧā§āϰā§āϝ āĻļāĻŋāĻā§āĻāĻŋ
 āĻāĻŽāĻŋāĻ āύāĻŋāĻāϤ⧠āĻļāĻŋāĻā§āĻāĻŋ
āĻāĻāĻāĻŋ āĻļāĻŋāĻāĻž āĻā§āĻŦ āĻŦāĻĄāĻŧ
 āĻāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻā§āĻŽāϞ āĻāϤā§āĻŽāĻžāϰ āϏāĻžāĻĨā§!
āĻĻā§āĻāĻŋ āĻŽāĻšāĻžāĻŦāĻŋāĻļā§āĻŦā§āϰ āĻŽāϤā§
āĻāϤ āĻāĻžāĻĻā§āĻāϰā§āĻāĻžāĻŦā§ āϤāĻžāϰāĻž āĻāĻāϰā§āώāĻŖ āĻāϰā§
āĻāĻŽāϰāĻž āĻāĻāĻžāĻā§āĻā§āώāĻžāϰ āϏāĻžāĻĨā§ āĻŽāĻŋāĻļā§ āϝāĻžāĻ
āĻāĻŽāϰāĻž āϝāĻāύ āĻāĻā§ āĻ āĻĒāϰā§āϰ āĻĻāĻŋāĻā§ āĻāĻžāϞā§āĻŦāĻžāϏāĻžāϰ āĻĻā§āώā§āĻāĻŋāϤ⧠āϤāĻžāĻāĻžāĻ!
āĻāĻŦāĻŋāϤāĻž-⧍
āĻŦāύā§āϧā§āĻĻā§āϰ āĻāύā§āϝ!
āϏāĻžāϰāĻž āĻŦāĻŋāĻļā§āĻŦ āĻĨā§āĻā§ āĻĒā§āϰāĻŋāϝāĻŧ āĻŦāύā§āϧā§āϰāĻž,
āĻāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻā§āĻŦāύ⧠āĻāϏāĻžāϰ āĻāύā§āϝ āϧāύā§āϝāĻŦāĻžāĻĻ
āĻāĻŽāĻžāĻĻā§āϰ āĻĒā§āϰāĻŋāϝāĻŧ āĻāĻŦāĻŋāϤāĻžāϰ āĻŽāĻžāϧā§āϝāĻŽā§ āĻĻā§āĻāĻž āĻšāϝāĻŧā§āĻāĻŋāϞ
āĻāĻŋ āĻāĻŽāĻžāĻĻā§āϰ āĻāĻāϤā§āϰāĻŋāϤ āĻāĻŦāĻ āĻāĻāϰāĻāĻŽ āĻāĻŦāĻĻā§āϧ!
āĻāĻžāϞāĻŦāĻžāϏāĻžāϰ āĻļāĻŋāĻāĻž āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧā§ āĻāĻŽāĻŋ āϤā§āĻŽāĻžāĻā§ āĻāϞāĻŋāĻā§āĻāύ āĻāϰāĻŋ,
āĻĻā§āϰ āĻĨā§āĻā§ āϏāĻŦāĻžāĻāĻā§ āĻāĻĄāĻŧāĻŋāϝāĻŧā§ āϧāϰā§
āϏā§āĻā§āϰ āĻāĻāĻžāĻļā§āϰ āύāĻŋāĻā§ āϧāύā§āϝ āĻšā§āĻ
āĻāĻžāϞ āĻŦāύā§āϧā§āϰāĻž, āĻāĻ āĻāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻāĻā§āĻāĻž!
āĻā§āĻŦāύā§āϰ āĻāϰā§āĻāĻāĻž āĻŦāĻāϰ āĻāϤ āĻĻā§āϰā§āϤ āĻā§āĻā§ āĻā§āϞ
āϝāĻāύ āĻāĻŽāϰāĻž āĻĒā§āϰāϤāĻŋāĻĻāĻŋāύ āĻāĻāϏāĻžāĻĨā§ āĻĒāĻĄāĻŧāĻŋ,
āĻ āĻĨāĻŦāĻž āĻāĻŽāύāĻāĻŋ āĻāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻŽā§āĻā§ āĻšāĻžāϏāĻŋ āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧā§ āĻāĻāĻŋ āĻāĻĒāĻā§āĻ āĻāϰā§āĻāĻŋ
āĻāĻŽāĻŋ āϝāĻž āϞāĻŋāĻā§āĻāĻŋ, āĻŽāύā§āϤāĻŦā§āϝ āĻāϰā§āĻāĻŋ āĻāĻŦāĻ āĻ āύā§āĻāĻŦ āĻāϰā§āĻāĻŋ!
āĻāĻŽāϰāĻž āϏāĻĻāϝāĻŧ āĻāĻĨāĻž āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧā§ āύāĻŋāĻā§āĻĻā§āϰ āϏāĻžāύā§āϤā§āĻŦāύāĻž āĻĻāĻŋāϞāĻžāĻŽ
āĻāĻĒāύāĻžāϰ āĻĒāĻžāĻļā§ āĻāϤā§āĻŽāĻž āϏāĻā§āĻā§ āĻā§āύ āĻĒāĻā§āώāĻĒāĻžāϤ āĻāĻžāĻĄāĻŧāĻž
āĻāĻžāĻŽāĻĄāĻŧāĻžāϰ āϰāĻ, āϧāϰā§āĻŽ āĻŦāĻž āĻ āύā§āϝāĻžāύā§āϝ āĻŽāϤāĻŦāĻžāĻĻ
āϤāĻžāϰāĻž āĻāĻŽāĻžāĻĻā§āϰ āĻāĻā§āϝāĻŦāĻĻā§āϧ āĻšāϤ⧠āĻŦāĻžāϧāĻž āĻĻā§āϝāĻŧāύāĻŋ!
āϏāĻžāϰāĻž āĻŦāĻŋāĻļā§āĻŦ āĻĨā§āĻā§ āĻĒā§āϰāĻŋāϝāĻŧ āĻŦāύā§āϧā§āϰāĻž
āĻāĻŽāĻŋ āĻāĻĒāύāĻžāĻā§ āύāϤā§āύ āĻŦāĻāϰā§āϰ āĻĒā§āϰāĻžāĻā§āĻāĻžāϞ⧠āĻļā§āĻā§āĻā§āĻāĻž āĻāĻžāύāĻžāĻ,
āĻĒā§āϰā§āĻŽ āĻāϰāĻž āĻāĻŦāĻ āϏāύā§āϤā§āώā§āĻāĻŋ āĻāĻā§
āĻāĻŦāĻ āĻāĻĒāύāĻŋ āϝāĻž āĻāĻŋāĻā§ āĻāϰā§āύ āϤāĻžāϰ āĻāĻāĻāĻŋ āĻĒā§āϰāϤāĻŋāϧā§āĻŦāύāĻŋ āĻāĻā§!
āĻāĻŦāĻ āĻŦāĻāϰāĻāĻŋ āĻāĻžāϞāĻāĻžāĻŦā§ āĻļā§āώ āĻšā§āĻ
āϏāĻžāĻĢāϞā§āϝ āĻāĻĒāύāĻžāϰ āĻŽā§āĻā§āĻ āĻšāϤ⧠āĻĒāĻžāϰā§
āĻāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻāĻžāĻ āĻĨā§āĻā§ āĻāĻāĻāĻŋ āĻāĻžāϰā§āĻā§āϝāĻŧāĻžāϞ āĻāϞāĻŋāĻā§āĻāύ
āĻāĻāĻāĻŋ āϏā§āύā§āĻĻāϰ āĻāĻŋāύā§āϤāĻž āϏāĻŦāϏāĻŽāϝāĻŧ āĻāĻŽāĻžāĻĻā§āϰ āĻāĻāϏāĻžāĻĨā§ āĻāύāϤā§!
āĻāĻŦāĻŋāϤāĻž-ā§Š
āĻāĻŽāĻžāĻā§ āĻā§āϰāĻšāĻŖ āĻāϰā§āύ
āĻāĻŽāĻžāĻā§ āĻāĻĒāύāĻžāϰ āĻšā§āĻĻāϝāĻŧā§ āĻā§āϰāĻšāĻŖ āĻāϰā§āύ
āĻāĻŽāĻžāĻā§ āĻāĻžāϞā§āĻŦā§āϏ⧠āĻŽā§āĻĄāĻŧāĻžāύā§
āĻāĻŽāĻŋ āϤāĻžāϰ āĻāώā§āĻŖāϤāĻž āĻāĻĒāĻā§āĻ āĻāϰāϤ⧠āĻĒāĻžāϰāĻŋ
āĻļā§āϧ⧠āϏā§āĻŽā§āϤāĻŋ āĻšāϝāĻŧā§ āĻĨāĻžāĻāĻŦā§āύ āύāĻž!
āύāϰāĻŽ āĻ ā§āĻāĻā§āϰ āĻ
āĻŽā§āϤ āĻā§āĻŽā§āĻ
āĻāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻĻā§āώā§āĻāĻŋāϰ āĻā§āĻŽāϞāϤāĻž āĻ
āύā§āĻāĻŦ āĻāϰā§āύ
āϤāĻžāϰāĻĒāϰ āĻāĻŦā§āĻā§ āĻāĻŽāĻžāĻā§ āĻā§āĻŽā§ āĻĻāĻžāĻ
āĻĒā§āϰā§āĻŽā§āϰ āϰā§āĻŽāĻžāĻā§āĻ āĻāĻĒāĻā§āĻ āĻāϰā§āύ!
āĻŽāϏā§āĻŖ āĻāϞ āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧā§ āĻāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻŦā§āϝāĻĨāĻž āύāĻŋāĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧā§ āĻĻāĻžāĻ
āϏā§āϰā§āϤā§āϰ āĻŽāϤ⧠āĻĢāĻŋāϏāĻĢāĻŋāϏ āĻāϰ⧠āĻā§āĻŽāϞāĻāĻžāĻŦā§ āĻāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻāĻžāĻā§
āĻŽāĻŋāώā§āĻāĻŋ āĻāĻĨāĻž āϝāĻž āĻāĻŽāĻžāĻā§ āϏāĻžāύā§āϤā§āĻŦāύāĻž āĻĻā§āϝāĻŧ
āĻāϤā§āĻŽāĻž āĻŦāĻŋāώāĻŖā§āĻŖ āĻāĻŋāύā§āϤ⧠āϏā§āύā§āĻĻāϰā§āϝ⧠āĻāϰāĻĒā§āϰ!
āϤā§āĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻšā§āĻĻāϝāĻŧā§āϰ āĻ
āϰā§āϧā§āĻ āĻāĻŽāĻžāĻā§ āĻĻāĻžāĻ
āĻāĻŦāĻ āĻāĻĒāύāĻžāϰ āĻ
āϰā§āϧā§āĻ āϏāĻā§āĻā§
āĻāϏā§āύ āĻāĻāϏāĻžāĻĨā§ āĻāĻāĻāĻŋ āϏāĻŽā§āĻĒā§āϰā§āĻŖ āĻāϰāĻž āϝāĻžāĻ
āĻāϏā§āύ āĻāĻžāϞ āĻāĻŦāĻ āĻāĻžāϰāĻžāĻĒ āϏāĻŽāϝāĻŧā§ āĻāĻāϏāĻžāĻĨā§ āĻĨāĻžāĻāĻŋ!
āĻāĻŽāĻžāĻĻā§āϰ āĻāĻžāϞāĻŦāĻžāϏāĻž āĻŽāĻšāĻŋāĻŽāĻžāύā§āĻŦāĻŋāϤ āĻšā§āĻ
āĻā§āĻ āϝā§āύ āĻāϞāĻžāĻĻāĻž āύāĻž āĻšāϝāĻŧ,
āĻāĻāĻāĻŋ āϏā§āύā§āĻĻāϰ āĻāĻŦāĻ āĻāύā§āĻĻāĻŽāϝāĻŧ āĻļā§āϞā§āĻ āϏāĻš
āĻāĻŽāϰāĻž āĻāĻŦāĻŋāϤāĻž āĻāϰāĻŋ, āĻā§āĻŦāύāĻā§ āĻļāĻŋāϞā§āĻĒ āĻāϰāĻŋ!
āĻŦāĻžāϤāĻžāϏ āĻāĻŽāĻžāĻĻā§āϰ āϏāύā§āĻ āĻāĻžāĻāϤ⧠āĻĻāĻŋāύ
āύāĻžāĻāϤ⧠āĻĻāĻžāĻ, āĻā§āϏ⧠āϝāĻžāĻ,
āĻŦāĻžāϤāĻžāϏ⧠āĻĢā§āϞā§āĻā§āϏāĻā§āϞāĻŋ āĻĒāĻŋāϰā§āϝāĻŧā§āĻāϏ āĻāϰā§
āĻļā§āϤā§āϰ āĻāĻžāĻĻā§ āĻĒā§āϰā§āĻŖāϤāĻž āĻ
āύā§āĻāĻŦ āĻāϰāĻž āϝāĻžāĻ!
āĻāĻŦāĻŋāϤāĻž-ā§Ē
āĻāĻŽāĻžāĻĻā§āϰ āĻāϞā§āĻĒ
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āϏāĻžāϰāĻž āĻā§āĻŦāύ āϤāĻžāϰāĻž āĻāĻāĻāĻŋ āĻŽāϰā§āĻā§āĻŽāĻŋāϰ āĻĻā§āĻŦā§āĻĒ āĻā§āĻāĻāϤ⧠āĻĨāĻžāĻā§,
āĻāĻŽāϰāĻž āĻĻā§’āĻāύ āĻĢāĻžāϰ āĻŦāύā§āϰ āĻŽāϧā§āϝ⧠āĻā§āϰāĻŽāĻŖāĻāĻžāϰ⧠āĻāĻŋāϞāĻžāĻŽ
āĻāĻŋāύā§āϤ⧠āĻāĻŽāϰāĻž āĻĒāĻŦāĻŋāϤā§āϰ āĻāĻŋāϞā§āĻ āĻāĻŽāĻžāĻĻā§āϰ āĻĒā§āĻĨāĻŋāĻŦā§ āĻā§āĻāĻā§ āĻĒāĻžāĻāύāĻŋ!
āĻā§āϰāĻžāĻā§āϰāĻŋ āĻāĻŋāύā§āϤ⧠āĻā§āĻŦ āĻāĻžāϞā§āĻŦā§āϏā§
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āĻāĻŋāύā§āϤ⧠āĻāĻžāĻā§āϝ āĻŦāĻž āύāĻŋāϝāĻŧāϤāĻŋ āĻĻā§āĻŦāĻžāϰāĻž āĻĒāϰāĻŋāĻāĻžāϞāĻŋāϤ
āĻ āĻā§āύāĻž āĻŽāĻžāύā§āώā§āϰ āĻŽāĻžāĻā§ āĻĨāĻžāĻāϤāĻžāĻŽ, āĻĒā§āϰāĻĨāĻžāĻā§ āĻĒāĻžāĻļ āĻāĻžāĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧā§!
 āϝāĻāύ āĻŦā§āϰāĻžāĻŽā§āĻŦāϞ āĻĨā§āĻā§ āĻ āύā§āϝāϰāĻž āĻāĻŽāĻžāĻĻā§āϰ āĻāύā§āϝ āĻĒā§āώā§āĻĒāϏā§āϤāĻŦāĻ āĻ āϰā§āĻĒāĻŖ āĻāϰā§āĻāĻŋāϞ
āĻāĻŽāϰāĻž āĻāĻžāύāϤāĻžāĻŽ āĻāĻŋāĻāĻžāĻŦā§ āϤāĻžāĻĻā§āϰ āϤāĻžāϰāĻžāϤ⧠āĻĒāϰāĻŋāĻŖāϤ āĻāϰāĻž āϝāĻžāϝāĻŧ
āĻāĻŦāĻ āĻāĻļā§āϰā§āĻŦāĻžāĻĻ āĻ āϞā§āĻāĻŋāĻ āĻāĻāύāĻž āĻāĻā§āĻā§
āĻāώā§āĻ, āĻāώā§āĻ āĻāϰ āĻāĻ āĻŋāύ āĻĻāĻŋāύāĻā§āϞ⧠āĻāĻžāĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧā§ āĻāĻ āĻž!
āϝāϤāĻĻāĻŋāύ āĻšā§āĻĻāϝāĻŧā§ āĻāĻžāϞāĻŦāĻžāϏāĻž āĻĨāĻžāĻāĻŦā§
āĻāĻŦāĻ āĻĻā§āĻāĻŋ āĻšā§āĻĻāϝāĻŧ āĻāĻāĻ āĻāύā§āĻĻā§ āϏā§āĻĒāύā§āĻĻāĻŋāϤ āĻšāϝāĻŧ,
āĻāĻāĻž āĻļā§āϧā§āĻŽāĻžāϤā§āϰ āϏā§āĻ āϏāĻŽā§āĻĒāϰā§āĻā§ āĻšāϤ⧠āĻĒāĻžāϰā§
āĻāϰ āĻĻā§āĻāύā§āϰ āĻā§āĻŦāύ āĻāĻžāĻĻā§āĻŽāϝāĻŧ āĻāĻŦāĻ āĻŦā§āϞāĻžāĻāύ āĻāĻžāĻĄāĻŧāĻž!
(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.
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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:
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(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)
ScurtÄ introducere a poetului:
(1)
PoetÄ: Ronja Broich.
NÄscut: RomÃĸnia, ÃŽn prezent locuieČte ÃŽn Germania.
Nu am mai scris poezie de mult.
 O mare parte a vieČii este petrecutÄ cu soČul Či familia.
Fiecare om are propria poveste de viaČÄ. Prin harul lui Dumnezeu cei care se regÄsesc uneori ca poeČi sau scriitori.
Apoi ÃŽČi scriu propriile poveČti ÃŽn prozÄ sau poezie, poate ÃŽn spatele multor comparaČii cu propriile lor reprezentÄri protejate ale poveČtii! Dar esenČa vieČii poetului va apÄrea ÃŽn operele sale ÃŽntr-o formÄ oarecare.
Moartea soČului poetei Ronja Broich este cel mai tragic eveniment din viaČa ei, ÃŽndureratÄ de moartea celui pe care l-a iubit cel mai mult, poetul se refugiazÄ ÃŽn condei ÃŽn faČa cÄderii mintale Či ÃŽncepe sÄ scrie poezii: ToČi poeČii poate ÃŽncepe sÄ scrie poezii cu tristeČe sau bucurie! Crearea poeziei ÃŽncepe cu o minte ÃŽmpovÄrata de bucurie sau durere.
—Editor.
(2)
Acum auzim povestea poetei Ronja Broich despre a deveni poetÄ ÃŽn propria ei declaraČie:
NaČterea poeziei mele prin Čoc!
Un Čoc dupÄ moartea soČului meu pe care l-am iubit toatÄ viaČa! S-a nÄscut din durere Či iubire nemÄrginitÄ!
MergÃĸnd pe poteca parcului nostru mult iubit, vorbeam cu ochii pe cer! Vorbeam ÃŽn rimÄ fÄrÄ sÄ mÄ gÃĸndesc! Am venit acasÄ Či a scris o poezie! Am surprins postÃĸnd pe Facebook, a fost atÃĸt de apreciat ÃŽncÃĸt a ÃŽnceput entuziasmul din toate pÄrČile!
Unii poeČi m-au ÃŽntrebat de cÃĸnd scriu Či dacÄ sunt poet!
ÃnČelegi cÄ nu mÄ aČteptam la atÃĸtea laude!
Eram ca ÃŽn transÄ!
Am ÃŽnceput sÄ scriu rÄspunsul poeziei unui poet care a scris o poezie pentru mine!
Am ÃŽnceput sÄ scriu poezie pentru mine!
Am devenit magician!
Am scris mai multe despre dragoste, durere, visele ÃŽncÄ nu s-au ÃŽmplinit!
Dar mai ales despre dragostea pe care am simČit-o Či pe care am pierdut-o!
Prima poezie nÄscutÄ din atÃĸta durere;
L-am cunoscut pe soČul meu pe mare, el era student ÃŽn ultimul an la Academia NavalÄ MilitarÄ, iar eu eram ÃŽn ultimul an la Liceul Economic din Konstanz!
Dragoste la prima vedere, o poveste de dragoste atÃĸt de frumoasÄ Či unicÄ, ÃŽncÃĸt aČ putea scrie un roman cÃĸndva!
CÄsÄtorit pentru totdeauna parte din noi!!!
Am scris multe despre dragostea noastrÄ Či despre marea care ne-a adus ÃŽmpreunÄ cu valurile ÃŽnspumate care ne mÃĸngÃĸiau sufletele Či trupurile! âDragoste ca mareaâ ÃŽn volumul I
Am scris o poezie care ÃŽmi este foarte dragÄ Či plinÄ de elemente de realitate:
(3-Poezie)
Marea ne-a unit mereu
Spuma lui flutura Či Čopti. Acum ne sunÄ din nou pentru o ÃŽntÃĸlnire
Bland ca intotdeauna!
Ne-am ÃŽntÃĸlnit pe plajÄ
Privind infinitul ÃŽn amurg
Am fost mereu fericiČi la plajÄ
Či ne-am iubit cu voinČÄ Dragostea noastrÄ a fost pecetluitÄ
De valuri albastre spumoase
El ne aduce mereu mai aproape
Unitatea ne ÃŽmbrÄČiČeazÄ!
(4)
Tot ceea ce scriu este experienČa mea de viaČÄ Či s-a transformat ÃŽn poezie!
Bunul Dumnezeu mi-a dat acest har ca o mÃĸngÃĸiere pentru sufletul meu, Či pentru mulČi cititori care mi-au mulČumit prin comentariile lor.
Poezii alese-1
DouÄ universuriÂ
CÃĸnd luna se rÄsfaČÄ
Ãn plina ei splendoareÂ
Si stelele se-agaČÄÂ
De cer mÄrgÄritare!
TrÄiesc tandreČe ta
Ãn fiecare noapteÂ
ÃČi savurez sarutulÂ
Či vorbele ÃŽn Čoapte !
Ãmi dÄruieČti iubireÂ
Iar eu te preČuiescÂ
La rÃĸndul meu Či euÂ
Iubire-Či dÄruiesc!
Suntem doi visÄtoriÂ
Iubirea ne e bazaÂ
Ãn ea ne odihnimÂ
Ea ne este Či oaza !
Iubirea e ÃŽn noiÂ
Noi respirÄm iubireÂ
E aer , e Či hranÄÂ
A noastrÄ-i fericire!
Noi facem un ÃŽntreg
Ne completÄm frumosÂ
Desi tu un vulcanÂ
Či eu suflet duios!
Am ÃŽnvÄČat rÄbdareÂ
Či-am ÃŽnvÄČat sÄ stingÂ
O flacÄrÄ prea mareÂ
Cu sufletul meu blÃĸnd!
Ca douÄ universuriÂ
Ce magic se atragÂ
Ne contopim cu dorulÂ
CÃĸnd ne privim cu drag!
poezii-2
Pentru voi prieteni!
Prieteni dragi din lumea ÃŽntreagÄ,
VÄ mulČumesc ca existaČi ÃŽn viaČa mea
Ne-am cunoscut prin poezia noastrÄ dragÄÂ
Ce ne-a unit Či ne-a legat cumva!
Eu vÄ cuprind cu flacÄra iubirii ,
VÄ-mbrÄČiČez pe toČi din depÄrtareÂ
 FiČi binecuvÃĸntaČi sub cerul fericiriiÂ
Prieteni buni, asta-i a mea urare!Â
Ce repede a trecut ÃŽncÄ un an din viaČÄ
CÃĸnd ÃŽmpreunÄ zilnic ne-am citit,
Sau chiar am savurat cu zÃĸmbete pe faČÄ
Tot ce am scris, am comentat Či am simČit !
Ne-am mÃĸngÃĸiat cu vorbele de bine
Cu sufletul alÄturi fÄrâ de prejudecÄČiÂ
Culoare pielii, religii sau alte doctrineÂ
Nu ne-au ÃŽmpiedicat sÄ fim uniČi!
Prieteni dragi din lumea ÃŽntreagÄ
Eu vÄ doresc ÃŽn prag de anul nou,Â
SÄ fiČi iubiČi Či sÄ aveČi satisfacČiiÂ
Iar tot ceea cea ce faceČi sÄ aibÄ un ecou !
Iar anul sÄ se termine cu bine
Succesul sÄ vÄ fie o cununÄÂ
O ÃŽmbrÄČiČare virtualÄ de la mineÂ
Un gÃĸnd frumos mereu sÄ ne adune!
poezii-3
PrimeČte-mÄÂ
PrimeČte-mÄ ÃŽn inimÄ ta
ÃnveleČte-mÄ cu iubireÂ
CÄldura ei s-o pot savuraÂ
SÄ nu-mi fie doar amintire!
Soarbe nectarul buzelor moi
Simte-mi tandreČea priviriiÂ
SÄruta-mÄ cu pasiune apoi
SavureazÄ fiorul iubirii!
Stinge-mi durerea cu apÄ linÄ
Ca un pÃĸrÃĸu ČopteČte-mi duiosÂ
Cuvinte dulci ce ÃŽmi alinÄÂ
Sufletul trist dar plin de frumos !
DÄ-mi jumÄtatea din inima ta
Či cu o jumÄtatea din tineÂ
SÄ facem un ÃŽntreg ÃŽmpreunÄÂ
SÄ fim ÃŽn doi la greu Či la bine!
Iubirea noastrÄ sÄ fie sublimÄ
Nimeni sÄ nu despartÄ,Â
C-un vers frumos Či cu rimÄÂ
Facem poezie, viaČa o artÄ!
VÃĸntul sÄ ne cÃĸnte sonete
Noi sÄ dansÄm, sÄ plutim,Â
Ãn aer fulgii fac pirueteÂ
Magia iernii din plin s-o simČim!
Poezii-4
Povestea noastrÄÂ
Povestea noastrÄ e a doi iubiČi nomazi
Ce toatÄ viaČa au cÄutat o insulÄ pustieÂ
Am fost doi cÄlÄtori printre pÄduri de braziÂ
Dar n-am gÄsit a noastrÄ lume nici ÃŽn sfÃĸnta glie!
Hoinari umblÃĸnd dar foarte ÃŽndrÄgostiČi
Am cÄutat sÄ construim a noastrÄ lumeÂ
ÃnsÄ de soarta sau destin cÄlÄuziČiÂ
Am trÄit printre strÄini, trecÃĸnd peste cutume!Â
CÃĸnd alČii din mÄrÄcini ne-au ÃŽmpletit cununi
Noi am Čtiut sÄ le transformÄm in steleÂ
Či binecuvÃĸntÃĸnd s-au ÃŽntÃĸmplat minuniÂ
TrecÃĸnd peste durere , necaz Či zile grele !Â
AtÃĸta timp cÃĸt mai existÄ-n inimÄ iubire
Či douÄ inimi bat aceleaČi ritm la unison,
Nu poate fi vorba decÃĸt de fericireÂ
Iar viaČa-n doi e magicÄ Či fÄrÄ de blazon!