Camelia Iuliana Radu

Bazaar The night's chest opens up - strings of illusions rattle in palms the knowing buyers haggle for a dream while the fascinated women try on toles of princesses or odalisques. In the

Grains of sand 1 Between the stones and the sky Sweet dates Shells for the sun. 2 Broken mountains Rabid sun Traces of Imam 3 Free of words Not one bird Only giant

The Omani “sceneries” of Camelia Radu “Stones inadvertently resemble pain/ sharp when raw/ freshly torn from rock” (Desert Story); “I'll wrap around the silk of each day/ until I become core/

Scheherazade sheltered within window shop chimes amid bags of spices, gems and flowers, among silks, bracelets leavened with gold, incense, pomegranates, dates sand and tales of

I'll wrap around the silk of each day until I become core to your time I gather you up speck by speck rumor flutter tear I wait a becoming bitter song amidst the lips of the night When

Stones inadvertently resemble pain sharp when raw freshly torn from rock. Witnesses of time, they fill with voices the ridges round off, become children's cheeks. Afterwards they

the water woman plays the shadow and when you are thinking of me she rises in your body sparkling and glittering spraying all your dreams and lighting me...