Fundația culturală Antares
Filiala Galați-Brăila
Lyrical Spaces in Europe\'s South-Eastern Province
Nine poets from Galati and Braila - Saint-Simon Ajarescu, Corneliu
the arab owning
more than ten goats
two donkeys
seven children and a woman
lived in a clay hut
with small loopholes in the walls
through which
half a year the indian monsoon
the day has shed its leaves in the park
old people like some coloured labels
are sitting on benches
rheumatic minute hands
dripping an eternity
by the knot of a walking stick
only one of
The gladiator
the fighters are entering the arena
cheers
I’m whetting the swords
the thirst for blood
pumped from the crowds
with a gigantic heart
the fighter takes his pick from the
let a tractor run me over
with its back wheel
let it scatter my skeleton all over the plain
let the bird map fly
a hand or a leg
a landmark or a wind vane
signs on the roof
announcing when
Reversed reality
so much running
makes horses whisper to one another
counting the whip lashes
broken shields
helmets covering inherited wounds
arrowed elephants
swords tempered in the
The Secret
the doctor is soccer referee
he scoops full-of-puss ankle
and whistles
penalties
in my brain
(in this game applause comes later)
the bacillus is a ball made of rags
on the
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