{"id":3066,"date":"2018-10-01T21:00:10","date_gmt":"2018-10-01T21:00:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/?p=960"},"modified":"2023-12-21T13:15:28","modified_gmt":"2023-12-21T13:15:28","slug":"mihai-firica-romania","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/mihai-firica-romania\/","title":{"rendered":"Mihai Firica, Romania"},"content":{"rendered":"

Mihai Firica, Romania
\nVice President of IWA BOGDANI<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Mihai Firica<\/strong> – He was born on July 26, 1970 in Craiova, Romania. He studied Letters, History and Law, having a post-graduate specialization in International Relations Management. He attended several courses and internships organized by CJI in Romania, Bulgaria and Croatia.\u00a0A well-known press and television journalist, he set up several daily newspapers and cultural publications, especially as a television talk show publisher.<\/p>\n

He debuted as a poet in the Ramuri magazine in 1989, collaborated with the most important Romanian publications and his poems were translated into English, French, Spanish, Hungarian, Japanese and Bulgarian.<\/p>\n

He is a member of the Union of Writers of Romania – Oltenia Branch since 1997. For the volume of “Summarized Biography” (1996) he received the Poetry Award of the International Academy “Mihai Eminescu”. The second volume of poetry “Traveling Serpent Language” (1997) received the “Marin Sorescu” Prize and the Writers ‘Union of Romanian Writers’ Union – Craiova Branch. In 2017 he published the volume of lyrics “The Last Days and The Afterlife”.<\/p>\n

In 2006 a revised version of the volume “The Language of the Wandering Serpent \/ The Tongue of Wandering Serpent” appeared in Romanian and English. The journalistic activity was recorded in the volumes “The moth insect” (2004), “Dynasty of the Scoundrels” (2010) and “Romania puzzle. Illustrating the Cleopatholes Reserve” (Aius Publishing House, 2015), a trilogy highlighted by criticism of specialist for the incisiveness and accuracy of socio-political analysis. For his literary and journalistic work he has been awarded many awards by prestigious magazines in Romania.<\/p>\n

You are smiling just in the evening<\/strong><\/p>\n

You are smiling just in the evening.
\nWax walls absorb the prayer,
\non walnut shells talk to God,
\nI sigh in the whisper, comfort the words.
\nThe saints were my friends before being up,
\nbeside Him to be of use to him
\n– They had become useless anyway.
\nPerhaps some will come back through decay,
\nwill be hiding among the roots
\nlonging for the light.
\nFrom the overturned city, the sun goes down.
\nYour heart is a warm animal squatting in my arms,
\nthe night is cold, it has round and pale stars,
\nis spreading into dozens of petals in the morning
\nwhen we do not know our name anymore
\nand why, when and to whom are all these photos
\nfrom which we look at strangers.
\nI swim in a pile of bright shards
\n– a bird that covers us with wide wings
\nit hits us with the golden clone \u2013
\nyou will not remember my name
\nwhen you look at the faded and yellowed picture
\nThis happens when young women cut their hair
\nand it bears the wind all the way.<\/p>\n

Where I cannot find you<\/strong><\/p>\n

I woke up dead.
\nThat’s what happens to me every time I find you next to me.
\nYou will not believe me,
\nlooking behind my eyed eye and still seems natural to me
\n– a wound cleared of blue flesh.
\nAnd if I did not have the luck to quit young,
\nto approve me for love, and so with the flesh burning,
\nall the hours stayed deep in my brain,
\nletters burning like hot iron.
\nIn the inn, the future read in vain of women hidden in the black fire.
\nI pack the insect dream
\nin the thousands of gestures I want to surprise you with.
\nI saw my body floating and flying parallel to me,
\na double ego. I wondered if anyone else was watching us.
\nWho knows how much we are in this world,
\nhow many remain and how many are we going to end.
\nWire dancer on the last step,
\ntraveler in nothingness.
\nI’m in a blackness.
\nEverything around is to be reviewed,
\nit is not easy to talk and rewrite.
\nI do not want to dream of getting up.<\/p>\n

The Pink Ghetto<\/strong><\/p>\n

I laughed, put my hands in the dry land,
\nthe tunnel almost swallowed me –
\nhow not to make your carved face
\nto sell you how much flesh is you?
\nShadowless people will cherish you more than money stuck on your forehead,
\nyour silence will descend into the grave with bars.
\nCome in the wagon, they cried out to me,
\nbeside the barbed wire fence
\narm to arm with death,
\nalign in oblivion,
\nsneaking in history beyond the walls.
\nI no longer liked my child’s shoes,
\nthe wind hung on a green meadow \u2013
\nfrom there the horizon is seen,
\nthe dream realm from which the clouds of cotton wool come –
\nI can only touch them in the evenings when I fall asleep with my mother.
\nMy dad should have been up there,
\na god driven out of the autumn
\nby the breeze sent by the head of the butterfly wing.
\nI’m staying for a moment
\nand I can not find you.
\nSmoke nodes cut at the last glance.<\/p>\n

Stories for disobedient children<\/strong><\/p>\n

I go in and out with a smile,\u00a3
\ncross the sea that does not forgive from one end to the other.
\nThey gave me the pills without the faces –
\nyou are our brother here and beyond –
\nwe cracked our hands and feet,
\nthe end of the day I found the syringes too.
\nThe dog Judas had finished without us,
\nwithout alcohol and rounded letters will be our lives,
\nshadows broken apart without sleep.
\nIt would not hurt to stay at home,
\nwait for the wall and listen to the rust hour,
\nto hear the memories on the old faces.
\n(your lady is leaving your dead man alive
\nsurely the tenderness has a price and the hat will catch you and
\nthe color and model of the alas and probably the gametes loved you
\nuntil the last clock)
\nUntil we separate
\ncarve the diary with his sharpened pocket.
\nGoodbye and goodbye, I hear voices,
\nwords like petty little glass.
\nAnd the secondary stuck, but you never know, dear lady.
\nBye, no, no, better to say goodbye!<\/p>\n

Somewhere in the darkness<\/strong><\/p>\n

Somewhere in the darkness I see myself,
\nthe one who waits with the jealousy on his face,
\nwith a bitter smile in the corner of his mouth.
\nThe ash chrysanthemum and the closed house,
\na hanging painting overturned.
\nA long day I hated,
\nI regretted that I did not stop him in my arms,
\nto cling to my chest, to synchronize my beating hearts.
\nThe mummy of the forest is playing –
\nfinding a place is an art
\nas the mission to survive between friends and roundtables,
\nno home departures and no returns as late as possible.
\nTears after the tear-but still breathing.
\nAnd if I am petrified entire life
\nand if too many years fail to reach me,
\nstill as a tear on the cheek of a lost child
\nI’m going to wait for you.<\/p>\n

Mihai Firica <\/strong>(Romania)<\/strong><\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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