Quarantine Pandemic world is not mine although I drift with it with mask on my face through surroundings possessed by the springtime Isolated I cannot smell the flowers I am not enjoying virtual paradise walk just around the corner of my seclusion Izabela zubko Writer Poland IZABELA ZUBKO – poetess, journalist and translator. She is…
Unexpected days We are living in unexpected days, the whole world seized by a primary instinct of self-preservation has locked itself in and is trying to escape death. States are destitute, unprepared and obsessed with winning more and more, they behave without humanity. No cologne to put on our hands or disinfectant, not even simple…
Random lines.. Some memories always linger Some incidents often trigger Few instances buzz loud Very few silently sound Often past carry forward in action As if present has to accept the motion Carrying the concept we think , Concurrence may happen in future So our action becomes it’s reaction We always think we are right…
The Journey Of Life Not much can be told about Rini Valentina, a female writer from Indonesia with the full name Valentina Rini Asih Sasami, who was born nearly fifty years ago in a small town in Central Java, Weleri. The smiling and very friendly woman was born identical twins from a mother named Sri…
My Life My name is Peppe Altimare .I was born in Naples, Italy, to parents of humble origins. Since I was a child, I have always played with feelings, always carrying them in my heart and molding them according to circumstances. My cultural education has been seen since I was a child, when what happened…
MY LIFE VULNERABLE CONSCIOUSNESS As the moments are gone and the time is playing blindflies with the empty moments of the eternity the consciousness is speechless looking for a truth, an answer to the endless questions… (Collection of poems , Dreams of Oasis (Amphictyon of Hellenism, Department of Literature, Thessaloniki, 2014 . The collection was…
Regret for the Soil I have came to the hostile land I feared from infecting Infecting to the regret for the soil I have no shelter Except of cold embracement of winter There are the ruminations before me The roof of my home is chaffy My luggage is shabbily chagrin My crime is most heavily…
Self-awareness Oneiric wordplay scripture of life avant-garde of existence I dream of eternity I know it sounds insane but I have an anchor in my heart Plot What comes to my mind is my mind’s Intellectual solitude radiance of hope silence sounds It so suprises me the reversal of my own desires to myself Quotation…
Awakening conscience which flows through the veins doesn’t allow forgetting about oneself despite this you sleep with the hard sleep of Jonas you don’t dump the world on the other side of your eyelids you remain motionless dying while alive Izabela Zubko Poetess, journalist and translator Warsaw, Poland translate by: Anna Meysztowicz 0
