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Taifas Literary Magazine No. 6, 2020, December
Taifas Literary Magazine No. 6, December, 2020
Wiesław Sakowski
Siddharth Goutam Joshi
Polonia
India
Nadzieja...
Schooltime
Jeszcze przyjdzie ten czas gdy siądziemy
Fad that never fades... Kredą życia przekreślimy zły czas
memories that endure time... I na nowo się cieszyć zaczniemy
of naive expressions... Odkryjemy
of innocent alibis... Ile marzeń śpi w nas
of unkept hair and oily scalps...
Bereft of lacerating remarks... Cóż...
a wreath of unshrivelling lilacs, Nieszczęścia chadzają parami
such is my schooltime... Ale szczęście swoją parę
ma też
Zło wyplewia się dobra
Hailing from a grabiami
Freedom Fighters’ family
Będą róże
of a remote village, Bhela,
Gdzie rozgościł się perz
in Nuapada district
(Odisha);born and raised
Tyle ciepła
up in Bargarh(Odisha),
Ile w sercu jest Boga
the town famous for
Tyle wiary
Dhanuyatra; Siddharth
Goutam Joshi is currently Ile żywej nadziei
doing his M.A. in English Że za mgłą wyprostuje się
in the Department of English Language and drogą
Literature of Central University of Orissa, Żadna przepaść jej na pół nie rozdzieli
Koraput.
Jeszcze przyjdzie ten czas
Że Twój uśmiech
He attended schooling in Little Flowers
Twoje serce i myśl rozpromieni...
Public School, Unique Public School and in
Kendriya Vidyalaya Bargarh from class 1 to +2. Będzie we śnie...
His love for English Literature, poetry, and Na jawie...
creative writing compelled him to pursue I w półśnie...
English Honours in Panchayat College, I w radości
Bargarh after +2 Science. Wiosennej zieleni
2
maską
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editorial 3-4
could be more beautiful than spending
Lenuş Lungu Christmas next to the decorated Christmas
tree in the living room, at the table, with your
Romania loved ones, in the house smelling of orange
peel! The perfect picture of this holiday can be
Holiday pandemic imagined in various ways by all of us. In other
The coronavirus pandemic has also reached words, I predict how our news feeds will be
Santa Claus. The pandemic wreaked havoc all filled with friends' posts related to the
over the world and reached the house of Santa Christmas table, balls and tinsel from the
Claus in Lapland! The capital of Lapland decorated Christmas tree, gifts and beautiful
province, Rovaniemi, was severely affected by gestures. Let's always be generous and always
the coronavirus, so Santa Claus was visited by better. Looking at our traditions, Christmas
fewer tourists. can also mean a return to our roots. Santa
really comes every year and it doesn't matter
The land of Lapland is one of the most
if he leaves presents under the Christmas tree
visited places on earth.
or not. Christmas is also
With or without
the time that marks the
coronavirus, Santa will
end of a year. With good
definitely leave presents
and with bad. It is the
under the Christmas tree
perfect opportunity to
this year for each of us!
look to the past, to say
There are only a few goodbye to this year, and
days until the start of the to look to the future with
winter holidays, when the new thoughts and hopes.
magic of childhood Dear reader, I invite you
memories, gifts placed to be better at Christmas,
under the Christmas tree because this is the true
and games of lights will joy of the winter holidays!
really embrace. Christmas Let's take off our masks and show that we're
is the holiday that signifies closeness, which good!
must be spent in the family, with our loved
We need to give ourselves peace of mind,
ones, with the company we enjoy.
not forget how we feel in the depths of our
Let's move away for a few moments from hearts and find the moments we feel we
social networks, from news with accidents, to missed in a hurry of tasks and schedule. Let's
stop a little from the tumult of our daily lives. give to others and get closer to a 2021 that we
Let's let the silence around us for a few hope will come with pleasant surprises, good
moments, let's close our eyes looking at the thoughts, less haste and more smiles!
stars, thinking about our loved ones, about
I wish you, reader, that in this magical
those in need. In terms of travel destinations,
Christmas you will have a rain of stars that will
it might be a good idea to imagine how locals
bring light to your heart and shine your life
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poetry 5-24
Poland Croatia
Montenegro Bhutan
I don't know where the sources of creativity The mundane heart waves about like the
come from, eagle,
to flow from the depths of poetic souls, So much of worldly, in lips and deeds, so faint,
and like a torrent of a mountain stream, Indeed, even Aergia would fail for its idleness
during empathy they flow into a sea of dreams. to accept,
But, like Poseidon, even Cassiopeia couldn't
deny.
Is it the gift of heavenly messengers,
pulsing with blessing
Such a heart, like the smiling morning
through the aorta of the
appears ahead,
heart, As if to conquer the heaven's golden floor in
giving birth to light the quest,
through the vast fields of So much in prevarication, yet in fabrication
poetics, to seem,
creating incredibly Even Hermes could fail to finger the realness
enchanting images. behind.
Probably the gods came The guiltless soul, like the dust that the
gentle wind conveys,
up with and agreed,
Bewitched with the sugar coated lips, gets
to nest in the poet's eye of
bear off,
a bird,
Like Eve, easily was once deceived by a
underfoot, stretching the charms of the galaxy,
serpent,
so at night they grab the scrolls with the Never to hark back as the unfulfilled return
fingers of spirituality. of Astraea.
Poets are angels flying on a saddle of clouds, But, one can caveat well in advance, not to be
through the secret labyrinths of the pink diddled,
world,
diligently dancing on poetic flower meadows, Being apt in an act to catch beyond the
obvious,
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Să-mi împrumuți și mie harta ta, Azi rătăcesc departe prin lume-s o străină
Pe buze eu să poposesc, Și să ajung la tine îmi este tot mai greu,
Izvorul dulce să-l găsesc,
Iar pe cărarea mea nu-s flori și nici lumină,
Să te sărut aș căuta.
Ci doar singurătatea în care zac mereu.
Zakir Malik
Teach me rebirth
India
Life in Poetry
Each drop of blood; a sip of death to me
In poetry, I still breathe, but cease to live anymore
teach me rebirth; while I die from now
I live there in neighbourhood of verses,
seconds count bullets piercing inside.
where you master thoughts
and I hath the ideas Each moment, day each year of longing
in poetry; unify within stanzas. infuse in me, a few draughts to survive.
Strive under tastes verses absorbed These breaths clutch your sketch in them
in rhyme meet at hills of otherwise worldly venom I had drunk earlier.
ends.
Offer me death, I will hide
in woods of heart
In poetry, I die by days, live by
I sieve through eras nights to revamp cause
utopian and And succumb to desires of
heap each metaphor to my motherland
Yet drown into eras
immortalize
submersed to devotion
my words, and grow
green in books. I believe in heartbeats
that bear the witness
In poetry, With each spilling drop, it writes freedom
I explore pictures as scribbles
and stretch into scene for no reason,
roam in pixels to live till doom. About:
Nicoleta Mija
Veghează în suflet o mângâiere,
Romania În văzduh zboară departe frunzele,
Poartă în tolbă toamna o amintire.
Sonet
Clipele tăcute...
Câteva ghinde
Ploaia țese pe geam perdele,
Zile mai triste, zile cernite,
Pe obraz picături reci de ploaie, fug departe toate gândurile mele.
Este mai răcoare acum în odaie, Ziua este cenușie, poate mai tristă,
Ascult tăcerea frunzelor căzute. răsfoiesc câteva pagini în revistă.
Totul este închis în clipele tăcute,
Ploaia aduce frig, multe noroaie,
Și privirile sunt mai ostenite, nopțile – s lungi , zilele mai scurte.
Alunecă ploaia rece pe frunte, Nori negri alunecă în depărtare,
Printre ramurile triste șiroaie. multe culori cărămizii toamna are.
Nu-mi place al frunzelor triste chin,
Fără penel toamna pictează,
Ploaia mângâie covorul de frunze, ascuns stă în suflet un tainic suspin.
Florile uscate mă întristează. Printre ramuri vântul tare foșnește,
toamna mereu ceva îmi povestește.
Pe geam ghinde și câteva roze,
Ascult cântecul scris bine de vânt,
Printre picurii ploii privirea visează,
În zori bruma începe să se așeze. mângâie covorul de frunze pe Pământ.
Printre nostalgiile nicicând rostite,
cade ploaia rece în clipele tăcute.
Tolba toamnei
Frunzele toate prind să se roșească,
Toamna ne-nvăluie cu parfumul, un gând începe să mă urmărească.
Când frunzele-și schimbă culoarea, Freamătă tare ploaia prin frunziș,
Numai tu îmi înțelegi chemarea,
un suspin se ascunde în suflet furiș.
Parcă și timpul a mai uitat drumul.
Când ploaia în noapte s-a mai oprit,
Ce taină ascunde supărată zarea, în vis printre frunzele toamnei ai venit.
Toamna rece mângâie tare malul,
Valurile lovesc supărate țărmul,
Murmură printre ani tristă marea.
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Mihai Katin
The inner street
Romania
We were each given a street,
In the agora no philosopher One marching band should not hurt us too
much
When the angels leave us and we are left
He doesn't want a spokesman anymore,
without winter wings,
The crowd perorates under the sign of atrocity We step on the ice of goodbye words and
Of the balance on which the lamb's heart is suddenly forget
lighter What is the name of the street on which
Than the flesh of the clouds taken out of the Sometimes our sleep is hidden,
brine Our loneliness is snowing
The snows are guillotined to the beat of the big And that song floods us with tears
drum, In which love
Your story with the Like a bell looking out the
Christmas tree still hurts windows
Knowing that no
What sells its ornament
labyrinth is deserted,
and injects itself into the
We run through it without
polish? asking if it pays
Chew a little love and At the exit,
don't forget Without being surprised
Wipe your mouth That everyone was given
The smile of gourmand the right sidewalk,
fear, On the other, death turns
Death among us seeks its on the lights and
mistresses or slaves extinguishes a loneliness
Holding the fanfare on your shoulders, What can no longer fit between a thousand walls!
Don't be afraid!
Beyond the pride of happiness you discover
Sleepwalkers are running around here
the station where
And no one pulls Ariadne's thread,
The train is coming It's all about not finding out yet
With mother-of-pearl wheels and a shout of In which
bones. We can walk on the streets flowers,
Unfortunate people, get out of the houses mountains, birds or songs,
And do it with a handkerchief, learn how to Then despair, one by one,
say: We'll look for it tomorrow,
Goodbye world! We're going to stir up memories
Goodbye memories and festive shadows! Afraid of our memories,
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Because no,
We can't even spell
Interior street name ...
Israel Poland
Poland
8. Samotność
[Solitude]
za oknem mrok głuchą ciszę usypia
nie widać miasta, nie słychać ptaków
lecz choćby przyszło mi z tęsknoty usychać
obejmę lipę za szyję niech myślą żem głupia
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Evica Kraljić
Quando gli edifici
diradano Croatia
Isael da Conceição
A dor não é uma diversão
Brasil é a realidade do que nós passamos
Cada dor mostra-nos a etapa da vida que nõs
Caminho a percorrer
passamos
Assim foi a minha rica vivência
Nunca nos deram a escosta Para nós por maduro e noscdar força de ir a
Minha mãe faz tudo para o nosso bem estar luta em busca de outra realidade
Shikdar Mohammed
O mas é do outro Kibriah
Nunca desista de uma partida
Sylhet - Bangladesh
é nem faz moda do que você não
tem Hybrid Dreams
Sou cada dia que passa amo minha mãe A zigzag already gone into the dark
Nesta estrada cada um tem a sua história para belly of foggy dusk.
Cada realidade mostra a nossa personalidade Complete their last holy ablution, and
Sou cada luta mostra o campo e a estratégia de After evening prayer they are likely to
Lying in the arm of nature.
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Cada um faz a sua história e nestas história In a dreamy warmth and break traditional
Gianfranco Aurilio
With trusting mind
Italia Innocence of heart
Awakens the universe
I cinque doni To its inherent divine art
Finalmente giunse
Innocence performs
per la principessa
The divination of ego
il momento di sposarsi
Allowing the heart
e il re
To open and flow
invitò i cinque contendenti,
Like a loving fountain
ognuno dei quali
River of cosmic blessing
portò un dono.
Flooding the earthly
L’inverno portò il freddo
terrain
la primavera
un paniere di frutti
Trust encourages
l’estate portò il caldo
The unity of humanity
l’autunno la pioggia
Connecting with
e il tempo portò la pace.
Her own inherent divinity
La principessa scelse
e disse:
Let humanity go beyond
“Senza freddo avrò caldo
Being a frog of little pond
senza frutti avrò fame
Education of jealous
senza caldo avrò freddo
competition
e senza pioggia avrò sete
Must become loving cooperation
ma senza pace
Let our humanity
morirò.”
Go beyond narcissistic vanity
Bhagirath Choudhary
Let enlightened innocence
New Delhi
Fire the human essence
Cosmic Blessing Let loving trust
Make the humanity first
A human being
As a cosmic blessing Like a godly Image
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ethereal condition.
Apu Mondal
E-acel moment în care „Nu vă fie frică”,
pare-un îndemn făcut de-un om nebun...
Calcutta
Lumea aceasta FRICA o subjugă,
Little bit of grass deci... „Nu vă fie frică!” azi vă spun.
E clip-aceea-n care nu oricine,
I wonder how the plains
spiritual mai poate ține pasul
Would look without little
păstrându-și mintea și ființa vie...
Bit of grass
E timpu-acel... ce nu-l măsoară ceasul!
And the cows would be
Puzzled to see how the Sameer Goel
Food is gone
The wild flowers would Poem
Be elsewhere with their
Smiles
The trees would be bored
live in peace or rest in pieces
To their roots
a microbe imbricates every thesis...
Only the mountain would
.
Nod in disbelief
spreading clouds on every dawn
The birds would think
sprinkling miseries, on and on and on...
twice
.
Nesting in grass green
wiping smile off every visage
Goodness, gone awry
spreading its reckless rampage...
And the dew drops
.
happily
life after life, so hanging in lurch
Roll down the boughs
some hanging nooses on every birch...
To shine like diamonds
.
On a green landscape.
an invisible enemy attacking from no man's
Eugen-Paul Popa land
history witnessing an annihilation grand...
România .
all those bipeds, now on their knees
E timpu-acel... seeking mercy, like devastated amputees...
.
E vremea să urcăm pe scara vieții faith is all that can really salvage
și nici o clipă să privim ‘napoi, prevention now, an act of courage...
să nu mai regretăm greșeala tinereții .
atâta timp cât ne-afectează doar pe noi! kneel before God, hands so folded
all our agonies, be now moulded...
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England Italia
Healthy Values.
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prose 25-30
mudrost, čvrstinu i moralnu snagu da lakše
Šahdo Bošnjak prebrodi neka svoja duhovna klonuća, svoja
kolebanja i lična posrtanja u životu. Osobito je
Bosnia and Herzegovina, volio herojski lik Hektora i divio mu se. Divio
se njegovim vrlinama, koje je smatrao
roman: San noćnog leptira
simbolima i koje su mu služile kao uzor
viteštva, uzor hrabrosti, moralne snage,
I. DIO: ZVALI SU GA NOĆNI LEPTIR
junaštva i požrtvovanja za svoj narod, do
9. POGLAVLJE samozatajenja. Malo je takvih herojskih likova
u svjetskoj književnosti koje je on toliko volio
Sutradan je bila subota, prvi neradni dan i kojima se toliko divio. Čitao je više od sata, a
otkad radi na elementari. Da bi makar kad mu se pridrijema, sklopi knjigu, okrenu se
nakratko pobjegao od mučne obiteljske na leđa, skide naočari i zažmiri. Iz jezera je
atmosfere, on pokupi s police Homerovu dopirala cika i graja veselih kupača, koje su ga
Ilijadu, jednu od svojih uspavljivale. Nedugo
omiljenih knjiga, peškir i zatim probudi ga
sapun i već oko deset sati iznenadna galama i
krenu ka svega par panična vika što se čula iz
kilometara od grada jezera. U čitavoj toj
udaljenom jezeru. gunguli razaznavao je
Namjeravao je da se kupa, razgovijetno samo jedan
sunča, dobro odmori i prodoran glas, koji mu je
tako pripremi za sljedeću ulazio u uši i davao signal
radnu sedmicu. za uzbunu:
Jezero je izgledalo čisto – Upomoć! Upomoć!
i lijepo, pregledno po Utopi se djevojka!
širini, ali ne i po dužini. Borovi, smrče i jele Salem potrča koliko su ga noge nosile, bez
okolnih šuma ogledali su se u njemu kao u razmišljanja skoči u vodu i snažno zapliva.
kakvom golemom ogledalu, dok se njegova Brzo se primicao utopljenici. Kad joj se sasvim
bistrozelena površina presijevala, zrcalila i približi, načas se zgranu i sledi od
mreškala na prijepodnevnom suncu. Salem zaprepaštenja – prepoznavši u njoj, naizgled,
prostrije peškir, sjede na njega i poče da beživotno Mejrimino tijelo. Brzo se pribra,
posmatra okolinu. Jezerom su velikom dopliva joj posve, uhvati je za kosu i, koliko je
brzinom krstarila dva mala skutera, mogao brže, zapliva s njom, nastojeći joj držati
ostavljajući iza sebe kristalnopjenušave glavu stalno iznad vode. Na obali se bilo
vodene brazde. S jezera pogled mu pređe na iskupilo mnogo svijeta, nijemo su pratili
knjigu, koju namjesti preda se kako bi je
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– Sad ćeš nešto vidjeti. Sad mogu da ti Ništa. Puka sirotinja. Fukara, kao što su mu i
pokažem – procvrkuta veselo i pođe po svoju roditelji.
odjeću, što se nalazila na jednom kamenu blizu A ja? Ja sam momak za te. Tvoj princ iz
jezera. bajke. Hoćeš u svilu i kadifu da te ogrnem?
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Hoćeš u zlato i srebro? Ili više voliš drago očekivao takvo što, ali sve je okrenuo na šalu:
kamenje: brilijante, dijamante, rubine, – Pa šta si odlučila: hoćeš li s njim biti
safire?... Samo zaželi, i sve ću ti želje ispuniti. Ja kraljica, ili sa mnom prosjakinja?
sam tvoja zlatna ribica. Ako želiš na studij, – Ko ne bi želio biti kraljica, imati toliko
studiraj; ako ne želiš, nemoj. Hoćeš li raditi, zlata i tolike sluge?
kod mog tate možeš da biraš posao i pritom da
On je iznenađeno i tužno pogleda, a ona
postaneš uspješna poslovna žena; nećeš li, ne
prasnu u smijeh i brže-bolje povika:
moraš. Samo sjedi i naređuj, kao prava kraljica.
Svi imaju, bespogovorno, da ti budu sluge – Šalim se, šalim! Radije s tobom
pokorne, računajući tu i mene. prosjakinja, moj Crni Leptiru, zauvijek! Nadam
se da mi vjeruješ i da si sad posve zadovoljan.
Hoćeš li se odmah udati za me, bit ću
Zato predlažem da se idemo kupati. Voda nije
najsretniji čovjek na svijetu.
hladna, zapravo je odlična.
Budeš li željela da sačekamo, iz bilo kojeg
Poslije ovih riječi uze ga za ruku i povede u
razloga, čekat ću te vjerno
vodu. Dugo su se brčkali,
do groba. A ti razmisli do
kupali, igrali odbojku,
mog sljedećeg pisma – pa
ronili, kad ona opet
mi saopći najradosniju
predloži:
vijest u mom životu.
Vjeruj mi, nikad se nećeš – Da preplivamo
pokajati – jer nikad te jezero, po širini, šta veliš?
niko neće voljeti koliko ja. On pogleda u drugu
Najdraža, javit ću ti se obalu, bila je udaljena
uskoro iz Turske. Tvoj i najmanje kilometar, i
samo tvoj: kilometar nazad, to su dva
kilometra. Bio bi to
Kerim
preveliki napor i krupan
P. S. Ne odbij me, jedina na svijetu. Ne nosi izazov i za malo bolje plivače nego što su oni.
na savjesti moj mladi život!” Zato sumnjičavo zavrtje glavom:
– Srceparajuće. Sve je u njegovom stilu, – Ja bih možda i mogao, ali šta ću ako tebi
kako mu i priliči – bio je Salemov prvi ponestane snage ili ti pozli negdje tamo oko
komentar, a ovamo je mijenjao boje, nalik sredine jezera?
semaforu: blijedožuta, crvena, zelena, dok se
– Ha, ha, ha – nasmija se ona samouvjereno.
istovremeno borio s knedlama u grlu kao da je
– A šta ću ja ako tebi pozli? I da se džaba ne
netom jeo zelenih oskoruša. Pritom je mislio:
hvališemo, već te izazivam da provjerimo u
“Neće kruška ispod kruške. Ipak on ima dosta
praksi pa ko stigne dalje. Ali ti si u prednosti
sličnosti sa svojim tatom.” Najviše ga je
jer si leptir pa možeš i letjeti, zar ne?... Ha, ha,
pogodilo ono: “Puka sirotinja. Fukara, kao što
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ha!
su mu i roditelji.” Tad nanova pomisli: “E, moj
Kerime, nije fukara ko nema kruha, već ko
nema duha!” Ipak ga je pogodilo i rastužilo
Kerimovo pismo. Ni u snu nije od njega
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café amargo. Decidí regresar a mi cuarto. inhalé el humo del cigarro y le di la espalda.
Ella tomó el libro y me lo agradeció, sentí que
… En la casa de del frente, vivía una anciana
lo hizo con todo el corazón.
mujer rusa. Ella había muerto hace dos meses
y fue cuando Nafeesa y su familia se mudaron. – ¡Muchas gracias! ¡Lo leeré rápido!-El libro
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que había tomado era “Martín Edén”. movimientos, una calma casi confidente al
mismo tiempo que un brillo particular en sus
Desde entonces ella venía tres o cuatro ojos la hacía muy interesante.
veces a la semana. No hablábamos mucho, ella – Has leído todos esos libros?
siempre parecía un poco confusa – Casi-le respondí después de mirarla más
especialmente cuando no le prestaba atención. de cerca
Ella comenzó a conocer mi grado de – Te envidio-lo dijo mientras cerró el libro.
indiferencia cuando me veía fumar cerca a la – Te gustaría una taza de café-le pregunté
ventana, en ese momento ella regresaba el mientras ella ya estaba dispuesta a salir-Hoy
libro cuidadosamente al librero y rápidamente es el clima está perfecto para un café-
se iba.
Nafessa ahora miraba a través de la ventana
Eventualmente, se volvió nuestra rutina, abierta, tal como yo lo hacía. Había aprendido.
pero últimamente todo estaba cambiando. Y
– Bueno, si no es una
no sé por qué.
molestia para ti-
Ya no fumaba en la respondió aun confusa.
ventana y por el contrario
– ¿Con o sin azúcar?
me sentaba en una silla y
no dejaba de mirarla. – Si puedes, que sea sin
azúcar.
Ella ya no estaba tan
apresurada por irse y se El café me hizo olvidar
paraba al frente de la las acostumbradas
biblioteca, como siempre, misantropía y timidez al
y tomaba su tiempo hasta mismo tiempo. Hablaba
decidir cual libro tomar. con entusiasmo de los
libros que leí y de mis
Esa tarde, luego de una
autores favoritos. Ella me escuchaba con
larga pausa, ella tomó “Cien años de soledad”.
atención e interés.
Lo miró con mucho interés mientras caminaba
al centro de la habitación. Luego ella comenzó a hablar y lo hizo con
no menos placer y entusiasmo. Escuchándola,
– ¿Te gusta leer literatura de todo el
me di cuenta que ella estaba fascinada por un
mundo?-le pregunté mirándola muy de cerca.
hombre de mundo, como lo era yo. Éramos
Cuando ella dio cuenta de la pregunta y la
como dos gotas de agua y sentí ese dulce
situación, se sonrojó como un tomate.
placer que no había sentido por tanto años.
– Sí, de vez en cuando leo literatura de todo
Cuando se fue, estaba de nuevo solo con mis
el mundo-dijo tratando de mantener la
libros, como siempre. Estaba muy confundido,
compostura mientras pasaba las hojas del
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llenara la habitación con ese sonido. ¿Por qué Greece, China, Peru, Saudi Arabia, Mexico, Argentine,
me mentía a mi mismo? Después de todo, no Spain, Italy and India.
essay 31-35
to let go.
Myriam Ghezaïl Ben Brahim
Letting go means letting go of our hold on
things to allow them to appear as they are and
Tunisia
not as we would like them to be. When we
When to let go? agree to do this, we find ourselves in the
presence of an incredible life force. This force
Throughout our lives, many times we will is expressed through the opening of our
be asked to let go. But in a society that minds. When the mind opens, we realize that
encourages us to persevere in everything, how we carry everything we need within ourselves.
do we know when to let go? Here are a few Today, don't rush anything. Do not force the
signs that might indicate the time has come to hand of fate. Happiness, remember, is not a
take a step back: particular state, but a decision to be, from
When you feel overwhelmed by the same moment to moment, in the
thoughts, obsessed with full consent of what is.
an idea, a person or a May life be sweet to
situation, or repeating the you.
same story over and over
again, it's time to step Am I becoming a
back. philosopher?
When you are
constantly struggling with Philosophy
reality and gradually lose Philosophy is a method
control of your life, it is with the reasoning "of
time to let go. thinking" seeking to
When you have to fight body and soul to understand man and the nature of things.
hold on to something or someone, the message According to Aristotle the idea must be
is clear: let go. accompanied by a concept. Descartes does not
propose a concept, but a syllogism with the (I
When you live in daily combat mode, when
think therefore I am); he makes a
you're constantly swimming against the
metaphysical assertion and will end up getting
current, you have to let go.
lost in solipsism; he does not say who is the I
If you are constantly building up tension,
am (does not say who is the man) The I think
meeting resistance, and finding yourself in the
therefore I am, (from Descartes; is it the I am
midst of perpetual conflict, it is time to let go.
of identity; I am René, or the I am of existing...
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When you're exhausted, when you've tried The metaphysical being, no one has ever
everything, when you've given everything answered what it is to be one. Spinoza
you've got, and when, in spite of all that, the distances himself from Cartesianism,
situation doesn't get better or worse, you have Spinoza's pantheism goes against a
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transcendent god. To seek to be right and to prodane duše da sam loš i da nisam sam sa
seek the reason, it is the question of the sobom... Ima još dečijeg straha u meni, a sve
meaning that one gives to the cause that one više ljudi, pred čijim pogledom ukrstim prste
seeks, in general the philosophy is a method dok se mimoilazimo, da me slučajno ne okrznu
not to be right, but with the reason to find an zlobom... Nema u meni trunke zla. SAMO
answer to the questions that the man asks ŽIVIM. Onako kako moram... Ako nije tako ne
himself. Hegel with his phenomenology, the zvao se ja Zoran... a u stvari je onako kako ti
science of the experience of consciousness, hočeš i tome se ceo opredeliš... Sve što je
proposes to us thought without belief. Religion nemoguće postaje moguće samo ako jako
is not a method of thinking, since belief is the želiš... Te neke stvari ne zna ovaj mali svet...
foundation of religion; but believing is often iako bode i kaktus je cvet.ti ne znaš ko sam ja
mixed with doubt (from belief-paranoia and od svega se maknuo Homera preveo lešinari ti
doubt-depression). ne daju mira dok lete oko
Psychology is a moga doma pojma nemaš
behavioural technique or koliko ih ima... što samo bi
cognitive science. hteli da vide kako pišam i
Philosophy can be found eto ti naslovne i velike
in art: painting, music priće da uhvate moje
etc... ludilo... nisam balegar al
Zoran Radosavljević moja je tuga velika to s
vama nema veze brinu me
Bosnia and pizdarije balkanske
Herzegovina egzistencije... ne želim
više slagat rime u vašu
Trebinje
čast i ime u mojoj ruci limenka piva u sobi tajac
i tišina svečan je trenutak u flešu istine moj
Bez obzira da to i nije nigde zapisano ...ja ću
salut ne dopire do Holandije i ti i ja sanjamo
uspeti... ja ću to zapisati... Ako nije
sretniji Balkan... Đoni legendo.
predodredjeno... ja ću uraditi i predodrediti...
Ne zameri što mislim da moje vreme prolazi
brže od tvog... A ljudi oko mene... Širokih
ramena, uskih shvatanja... Nemaju ni iole
maštanja... zato ja osim duše nemam ništa više
crno za pranje... mislim da je ovaj život neka
greška... i da je oko mene sve sranje... Načitam
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confabulation 3646
originality, to discriminate the quality of
Paul Rotaru thinking in prefabricated and expressing in
clichés. Webinars, literary sessions organized
Romania in online circles and social networks that
promote the new style, free of convention, but
Review For Taifas Literary scrupulous in its way of presentation, allowed
Magazine No. 5 a clear distinction between literary art and
whimsy of any kind.
In a literary world as motley as the one of Despite the many inconveniences caused
our time, there are many sailors of the pen by the 2020 pandemic, however, the
who hang their feelings on the wire. Free availability of the online environment has
writing, but so free that it no longer takes into increased and people have cultivated new
account orthoepics and punctuation, has forms of knowledge, dissociation and
generated an uncritical mass of authors and selection of sources that bring them cultural
readers with sudden satisfaction. Moreover,
accesses of imaginary where communication is
masters. Both prose and done in a language of
poetry, viewed through international circulation,
the spectrum of where aesthetic spirits
agrammatism and not manifest themselves
through the superbly without barriers in the
combined nuances of the area of prose and poetry,
universal authors of the reader is fascinated by
modern literature, they the splendor that resides
risk more and more in the cultural diversity of
slipping into triviality the world. Of course, we
precisely because of the need to take into account
lack of a linguistic and literary culture shown not only the lyrical mantle that the potential
by the above-mentioned sailors. I felt for wears, but especially the vast culture with
almost a decade that the world has not offered which authors from all over the world delight
notable authors since Borges and Eco. Coelho us.
is obsessively pasty in books with
Here, then, we look with interest at issue 5
motivational speeches for personal
of the international cultural magazine Taifas
development, and since Osho's death, so many
Literary Magazine, a sample of lyrical and
unique books on spirituality have been
spiritual diversity in the incandescence of
published that we would be tempted to
which we will try a modest review. Starting
believe that, under the name of the Indian
from the rhetoric to which perfection is
thinker, some impostors with learning
subjected in the poetry of Muhammad Ishaq
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However, the American poet Scott Thomas an eternal Now, while Bozena Helena Mazur-
Outlar feels the echoes of the primordial Nowak tends to lift the human being out of the
explosion reminiscent of childhood games, but routine by retelling eternity as an Unusual
the sound reality obsessively shows him everyday. For Gabriela Mimi Boroianu, the
where he is going, as a repression of the vital reason for all things lies in love; within her
energy in uncertainty. poetry, love is an opportunity to rediscover
Next, we will stop, with the permission of the self by evoking a diaphanous past, it is a
the readers, on a text if not of a Baudelarian manifesto of the living presence (Love is my
invoice through its coloristics, at least of a path!), but also a reason to retreat into a self
strange psyche that we find in the writing of assailed by anxiety. The Poetry Letter of the
E.A. Poe. The secret of an autumn night, a story poet Marija Najthefer Popov is a hymn
about obsession and hidden fears that ends dedicated to the eternal couple, a tribute to the
with the mysterious death of a woman, anxieties that lovers live in a perpetual
masterfully builds the psychological uncertainty of life, a praise to those who love
framework in which the supreme. In Jigme
inner conflict culminates Jamtsho's poetry resides
in falling into inertia. the atavistic urge to find
Disasters in World War II inner harmony by
take the path of invoking the Forest as the
nightmare and become mediator of this
reality again through the assiduous enterprise,
chain of mania, vice and which Sameer Goel
sequelae. The end of the proposes by balancing
story confers, by hatred with love.
detachment and hiding in The essay section
anonymity of the hero begins with a broad
Stanislas, the cynical role introspection into
that the world plays in relation to death as an turmoil, an ambiguous journey in which
immediate reality and taken to banality. The contrasts are defined by mutual reporting,
author's power of suggestion lies in the very each with the need to point the finger at the
stimulation of obsessions until they become a other. Lidia Stoia is not shy to resort to
concrete fact again, and the enigma suggestibility, she herself a skilled handler of
perpetuates the cynicism of not the word, approaching the wide range of
understanding what is not to be remembered. narrative specifics. Of course, the Auntie
Although I would not place the text in the Sophie anecdote, in which Anna Maria
editorial species, it is perfectly integrated in Sprzeczka-Stepien improves the humor of the
the beginning of this issue. situation through the rhetoric specific to the
Perhaps the largest and most complex part dramaturgy, should not be avoided.
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of this issue is the poetry section, as it provides Well, the Confabulation column begins with
an opportunity for readers to be abducted in a a set of not at all rhetorical but existential
macroscopic area of ideas and feelings that questions, which Destiny M O Chijioke
converge in human spirituality. Sajid Hussain snatches from himself to propagate to all
declines his soul on the line of cosmic time in mankind. Remaining in the spectrum of
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cui il cristiano deve vergognarsi davanti a Dio dispiegano immagini fantastiche, dopo il
e agli uomini. Questo comandamento ferma battito del cuore. Amore, nostalgia, vento,
anche tutte quelle cose e azioni che possono pensieri eseguono con eleganza le loro
portare il cristiano al peccato di fornicazione. partiture in meravigliose ambientazioni,
bagnate dalla luce del cielo dall'amore infinito Andrzej Juliusz Sarwa & Paweł
dell'autore. I ricordi sono un sentimento forte, Czerwiński
simboleggiato dalle due stelle, giorno e notte,
invito il lettore a un viaggio seducente nel Poland
mondo della poesia dell'anima dove l'amore
per Dio è personificato secondo l'anima di ogni A šta sam ja rekao o svom
persona. Tuttavia, il sentimento dell'amore ha romanu kratka analiza mog
una definizione che potrebbe includere tutte romana: Snovi Šehida Ibrahima
le caratteristiche dell'anima umana. L'amore è
il sentimento edificante che si manifesta nel Po žanrovskom određenju roman je ratni,
cuore di ogni uomo. Tutto è semplice e ili bolje reći, antiratni, a nastao je kao moja
complesso, allo stesso tempo, naturale e želja da se prikažu mnoga ludila i zla rata, kao
deciso, sembra fluire con naturalezza, ma direktna posljedica želje tzv. narodnih vođa i
l'occhio sensibile e la fine intuizione del poeta političara da se ratom obogate i učvrste svoju
coglie l'essenziale in ogni moć, bilo pljačkom tuđe
scena, in ogni poesia. imovine bilo vrlo unosnim
come in uno stop-frame ratnim profiterstvom.
che cattura uno stato Za vođama su išli
d'animo, un momento njihovi slijepi narodi,
unico che la voglia di sole, njihova stada ispranih
luce e amore chiama mozgova, već
sempre per regalare il suo pripremljena za krvavu
piccolo recital di bellezza horor-balkanijadu.
a chi lo desidera e lo può Brojniji, jači narodi su
sentire splendore. vidjeli jedinstvenu priliku
Leggendo i testi del poeta, da osvoje teritorije
mi sono ricordato manjih, nejačih naroda i
dell'aforisma di Tudor Arghezi: Credo che il da ih po mogućstvu
vero libro di un poeta sia uno, purché unico, zadrže, a ako ne uspiju u svojim
perché la definizione di un poeta che pubblica megalomanskim ciljevima stvaranja “Velike
un buon libro sta in due parole: talento ed Srbije” i “Velike Hrvatske”, onda barem da tim
narodima nanesu što više zla i da pritom
energia. La poesia è percepita esattamente
temeljno opljačkaju njihove prirodne resurse,
come viene mostrata, con tutta la trasparenza
ali i privatnu imovinu.
di un'anima. È consapevole e comprende il
rapporto profondo e sacro che gli scrittori A ja sam samo želio da dam svoj skromni
sviluppano con la poesia, ma non nega il suo doprinos da se ta zla proistekla iz pohlepe i
moralne pokvarenosti, pokvarenost je
diritto di sperare che la bellezza debba essere
eufemizam, zato je tačnije reći izopačenosti,
evidenziata.
tadašnjih nacionalnih vođa, svih naroda na
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početak rata u glavnom gradu naše zemlje. svojih srpskih i hrvatskih kolega i u
Naročito je bio uzbudljiv, gotovo pa pokvarenosti nisu mnogo zaostajali za njima.
dramatičan, njihov povratak u Tešanj i u Narode su uglavnom zamišljali kao marvu za
njihovo rodno selo. Jedva su izvukli žive glave, klanje ili kao topovsku hranu, a građane, svoje
vojnike, kao najobičnije pijune, s čijim nepodnošljiva savjest, kao najstrožiji sudija i
životima i sudbinama mogu činiti šta im je dželat, dželat – koji nikada ne prašta. I ostao je
volja. Srbiju i Hrvatsku vidio je kao klasične sa svojim narodom, sa svojim ratnim
agresore na BiH, ali je i bosanske političke drugovima, svojim seljanima, da brani od
vođe ocijenio kao nedozrele avanturiste, bestijalnog agresora svoj zavičaj i svoju jedinu
heterogenu mješavinu različitih svjetonazora, domovinu, Bosnu i Hercegovinu.
ideoloških deklarisanja i političkih ambicija, Ostao je do prvog septembra, do svoje
uglavnom: krive vođe, u krivo vrijeme i na junačke pogibije, kada je na Gajevima
krivom mjestu, nedorasle najdelikatnijoj zaustavljajući četničke nemani postao prvi
historijskoj situaciji u kojoj se našla BiH. Znao šehid koji je braneći svoj Kalošević položio
je da će takvu skupu, krvavu cijenu platiti svoj mladi život.
bošnjački narod svojim životima, krvlju, A otuda je ušao u legendu naroda ovoga
zdravljem i materijalnim dobrima. I pitao se: kraja i pravo u moj roman, kao bošnjački epski
“A šta ću ja ovdje?! junaci u epsku narodnu pjesmu, priču i
Zar ću da pristanem na to da budem njihov legendu, kako bi tu vječno živio. Isprepletena
pijun, njihova topovska ratnim zbivanjima, gotovo
hrana, da budem kroz cijeli roman provlači
demagogijom zaglupljeni se, kao crvena nit,
magarac, koji će bez truna ljubavna balada o
kritičkog promišljanja, glavnom junaku Ibri i
baš kao i sva marva, ići za ljepotici Zaimi.
svojim vođama pravo na U predratna i ratna
klanicu? Biti tako glup za vremena bila je to ljubav
me je, jednostavno, skoro kao ljubav Omera i
poniženje, ispod ljudskog Merime, iz istoimene
dostojanstva i časti, i narodne balade. Njihova
nepodnošljiva sramota, ljubav planula je naglo,
zbog koje se stidim sjala poput najsjajnijeg
samoga sebe.” I, umjesto da ostavi nahuškane meteora, da bi se tako Ibrinom smrću naglo i
glupandere neka se istrijebe do posljednjeg na ugasila.
Balkanu, a zarad interesa svojih bolesnoumnih
Nakon Ibrine smrti, pa do kraja romana,
vođa, i da krene u bijeli svijet, u potragu za
uloga glavnog junaka prenijela se na junakinju
svojom izvjesnijom i svakako boljom
Zaimu Fazlić. Svi koji su znali kolika je njena
sudbinom, on bi tvrdoglavo ostajao, ne znajući
ljubav prema Ibri, znali su i to da neće moći
objasniti prave razloge ni sam sebi.
lahko da ga preboli.
Nije ih znao objasniti, ali ih je kao savjesna,
Tako je i bilo. Pošto je u postelji odbolovala
visokomoralna osoba itekako osjećao. Osjećao
Ibrinu pogibiju, tražila je smisla i načina da se
je da ne može na milost i nemilost krvožednim
ponovo povrati u život. I našla ga je u Armiji
četnicima ostaviti roditelje, braću, familiju,
RBiH.
prijatelje, poznanike, cijeli naivni i zavedeni
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latach cieżkiej pracy we Francji, niewidomy posłane na Śląsk, same potem o mamę dbały z
pod koniec życia. Piętno odcisnąć musiał także bliska czy z daleka. Gościły, na wycieczki
udział w I Wojnie Światowej -- aż na zabierały (nawet i Giewont razu pewnego
Bałkanach, gdzie walczył po stronie rezolutna babcia Zosia zdobyła, na własnych
austriackiej (Wrzawy leżały na terenie zaboru nogach, a jakże!), swe małe prywatne
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esiste, sono quindici brani musicali, senza d’animo di sospensione che ogni opera
ouverture e senza finale ed è facile capire incompiuta comunica” che si insinua in
perché questo singspiel (opera in tedesco con alternanza ai pezzi cantati in tedesco, i versi
brani cantati e parti parlate) sia stato così poco originali di Schachtner, viene affidato infatti a
rappresentato e perché si sia sempre tentato un Narratore e che a Roma sarà Remo Girone,
di supplire alle mancanze con l’integrazione di che avanza delle ipotesi sui brani che ha
diversi recitativi. ritrovato creando dei possibili nessi.
“Non è una ricostruzione, non è un pastiche,
– conferma il regista Graham Vick Il ruolo di Zaide è affidato a Chen Reiss, Juan
commentando la sua Zaide – è un nuovo pezzo Francisco Gatell è lo schiavo cristiano Gomatz,
di teatro ristrutturato da Calvino nella sua mentre Soliman è interpretato da Paul Nilon.
maniera geniale di cantastorie sui Markus Werba è il ministro Allazim che cerca
meravigliosi pezzi musicali di un Mozart di aiutare i due amanti, Davide Giangregorio è
maturo”. il capitano della guardia
La storia racconta di Osmin.
due amanti, Zaide,
giovane fanciulla
A Raffaele Feo, Luca
preferita del sultano, e Cervoni e i due giovani
Gomatz, schiavo cristiano. della terza edizione di
La coppia, innamorata e “Fabbrica” Young Artist
con l’aiuto del ministro Program, Domingo
Allazim, progetta una fuga
Pellicola e Rodrigo Ortiz,
che però fallisce: quando sono affidati i ruoli dei
vengono scoperti e quattro schiavi,
portati davanti al Sultano
rassegnati ormai a esser
Soliman, Zaide lo supplica tali.
perché risparmi almeno il suo amato. Ma è a
questo punto che la storia si interrompe
regalando a Vick la possibilità di un finale
aperto.
Romania Srbija
Authors in summary:
2 AUTHORS 2, SIDDHARTH GOUTAM JOSHI 2, WIESŁAW SAKOWSKI 2, EDITORIAL 3, LENUŞ LUNGU 3,
POETRY 4, MUHAMMAD ISHAQ ABBASI 4, BAJRAM BAJRO NELJKOVIĆ 4, RUKI KOČAN 5, NELU CAZAN 6,
GABRIELA MIMI BOROIANU 6, KAMRUL ISLAM 7, ZEHRA BAJIĆ ALIĆ 7, ANNA MARIA SPRZĘCZKA-STĘPIEŃ 8,
RUKI KOČAN 8, SLAVKA BOZOVIC 9, SANTOSH KUMAR BISWA 9, VASILE LIHĂT 10, ELENA TUDOSĂ 10,
ZAKIR MALIK 11, NICOLETA MIJA 12, MIHAI KATIN 13, SWAPANJOY CHOWDHURY 14,
PRINCE STEVE OYEBODE 15, MAYOKUN KEHINDE FOLORUNSHO 15, AUWAL AHMED IBRAHIM 16,
LALI TSIPI MICHAELI 17, SŁAWA KORNACKA 17, ZBIGNIEW MICHALSKI 17, MLADEN MARKO TOKIĆ 18,
OMAR ABURTO 18, LUCIANO ZAMPINI 19, RAVASIO CLAUDIA 19, EVICA KRALJIĆ 19,
ISAEL DA CONCEIÇÃO 20, SHIKDAR MOHAMMED KIBRIAH 20, GIANFRANCO AURILIO 21,
BHAGIRATH CHOUDHARY 21, KAMRUL ISLAM 22, GORDANA SARIC 22, APU MONDAL 23,
EUGEN-PAUL POPA 23, SAMEER GOEL 23, VILDANA STANIŚIĆ 24, TANU VERMANI KAPOOR 24,
ODUJEBE OLUWOLE 24, SUNIL BAIRAGI 25, HENRY FARRELL 26, FABIANA RAPONI 26, MIHAI KATIN 27,
PROSE 28, ŠAHDO BOŠNJAK, 28, SHERZOD ARTIKOV 32, ESSAY 36, MYRIAM GHEZAÏL BEN BRAHIM 36,
ZORAN RADOSAVLJEVIĆ 37, ELA BĂLESCU 37, CONFABULATION 39, PAUL ROTARU 39, LENUȘ LUNGU 41,
ANDRZEJ JULIUSZ SARWA & PAWEŁ CZERWIŃSKI 44, BRUNO GIOVANNI POLLACI 47,
ANNA MARIA SPRZĘCZKA-STĘPIEŃ 48, FABIANA RAPONI 49, 2 AUTHORS 51, DANIELA VÎLCEANU 51,
JASMINA DIMITRIJEVIC 51
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