I would like to thank you for such lively, vibrant volumes, dedicated to the love of life and poetry, that is,
to Love. The exile in the Land of the Exiles fits you,
I think, if I consider, not the beautiful statement on
the cover, but the pages in which the Romanian word
bore fruit with so much charm and warmth. I wish
you all the best with the predestined Man and in the
poetry from which you made DESTINY.
With all the Affection,
New York, 2013
Sounds of siren,
In a hurry…
The blade of pain
Pounds, yet unhealed, in the wound.
Where and how is known in a glimpse
Through images and waves.
… The dead, the wounded are counted…
– Painful and bitter reminder -.
The rest of us are left outside,
Just burning on the tar of pain,
Dismayed and disheartened…
…Which house is Death ransacking now?
Who are the orphans? Who is left spouseless?
Whose parents are broken?
What bride is widowed?
What mother buries her child?
All is known in a glimpse
Through images and waves…
News, news that poison our hearts
To the bones…