[Whispers of Abstraction] și [The Second Coming of Eve]

Whispers of Abstraction

The door within the wall,
Optical symbols in shadows cast,
Poetry of liquid words,
In a dance of whispered sighs.

Through that portal, we discern,
Small pictures on a staged canvas,
Painting dreams with artistry,
The actors left unseen.

Time’s embrace, a fleeting waltz,
A tapestry of life abstractly spun,
Yet in the hush of souls’ respite,
Eternal echoes gently fade away.

The Second Coming of Eve

In the tranquil pauses between breaths, resonates a silent anthem, echoing through history’s
corridors. It is the voice of women, not a call to arms, but a gentle yet resolute whisper that
reverberates through the ages. A tapestry of femininity woven with threads of courage, resilience
and unyielding determination in the face of past injustices. The emergence of our modern Eve
heralds a new era, cultivating her garden with a heart brimming in stories of triumph over
adversity and liberation from societal constraints. With each stride forward, she uplifts her
sisters, harmonizing their voices in a symphony of empowerment.
Telos

Two evening lovers’ echoes
In you forgotten dreams
And memories of essence.

Touch wordlessly in a greater optimism.

Waves of summer morn
Under a cloudless sky
With flickering lights of desire.

Turning like a dancer alone on the stage of life

The collapsing leaves turn
After their first death and sleep
In the place of forgotten Gods.

Traducere de Jasna Gugić