Τετάρτη 2 Απριλίου 2025

ΑΓΓΕΛΑ ΚΟΣΤΑ (ΑΛΒΑΝΊΑ) "ΥΠΕΡΒΑΣΗ"

 


ΥΠΕΡΒΑΣΗ

Οι άνθρωποι ποτέ δε σταματούν να ψάχνουν το ακατόρθωτο.. Σε αντίθεση με τα ρεύματα της εποχής προκαλούν την ύπαρξη με φρενίτιδα .. Ψάχνουν στο γαλαξία εκείνα τα αστραποβόλα θρύψαλα των πάντοτινών αναμνήσεων.. Αρκεί μόνο μια στιγμή, ένα δευτερόλεπτο ώστε το παν να σταματήσει και να γίνει σκόνη.. Μέσα στην άβυσσο χάνονται τα ημισφαίρια του χρόνου μη αφήνοντας ούτε το παραμικρότερο ίχνος, κι' εσύ μένεις μετέωρος στον αέρα, μη μπορώντας να ακουμπήσεις τα πόδια στη γη..Εξαφανίζεσαι σε ένα άγνωστο χώρο, βυθίζεσαι στην ομίχλη της λήθης.. Δεν έχεις μάτια να ταυτοποιήσεις τον ορίζοντα που έχει στεγάσει το κάρμα σου.. Δεν έχεις αυτιά να ακούσεις τους αλλοτινούς ήχους τής φωνής σου που τώρα πια είναι δίχως νότες.. Δεν έχεις πια χέρια ώστε με τα ακροδάχτυλα να μπορέσεις να αγγίξεις έστω και μια ηλιαχτίδα, ευσυνείδητη πως θα σε ξεβράσει στην επιφάνεια.. Δεν έχεις πλέον φτερά να πετάξεις προς τη λύτρωση.. Δεν έχεις πόδια να βηματίσεις σίγουρη προς εκείνα τα άκρα που βυθίζουν την αγνή ζωή στο χάος .. Δεν έχεις ανάσα να γεμίσεις με οξυγόνο τους πνεύμονες του κόσμου , ούτε λόγια να αλλοιώσεις έστω λιγάκι εκείνο που δεν έχει πια επιστροφή. Τελικά καταλαβαίνεις και αποδέχεσαι πως δεν έχεις δυνάμεις, δεν έχεις καρδιοχτύπι να ζήσεις διότι η ψυχή σου δεν ανήκει πια σ' αυτόν τον κόσμο.
Μετάφραση: Λευτέρης Σόμο

ANGELA KOSTA - ALBANIA

ΑΓΓΕΛΑ ΚΟΣΤΑ - ΑΛΒΑΝΊΑ








POETRY Kang byeong Cheol.korea

 


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Dr. Kang Byeong-Cheol(writer, poet, translator,PhDin Political Science)


Poet Dr. Kang, Byeong-Cheol is a Korean author and poet, born in Jeju City, South Korea, in 1964. He began writing in 1993, publishing his first short story, “Song of Shuba,” at the age of twenty-nine. He released a collection of short stories in 2005 and has since won eight literature awards and published more than twelve books. From 2009 to 2014, he served as a member of The Writers in Prison Committee (WiPC) of PEN International. Additionally, he worked as an editorial writer for JeminIlbo, a newspaper in Jeju City, Korea. He holds a PhD in Political Science and currently serves as the Vice President of The Korean Institute for Peace and Cooperation and vice president of Jeju PEN. Moreover, he holds the position of founding President of the Korean Association of World Literature



Snowfalling white birch forest

After wandering the world,
I now watch the snow falling
on a birch forest in Poland.

Every soul that leaves its home
will long for the land it once dwelled in,
the lingering scent of wildflowers left behind,
the laughter of a beloved voice.

I only miss the sunshine of Jeju.
There is no gift more precious than sunlight.
The autumn sun in Jeju is dazzlingly beautiful.
You will never know
how deeply I love the sunshine.

Standing beneath the gray sky,
watching the snow fall in a Polish birch forest,
in this divine and beautiful woodland,
I long for the warmth of the sun.

Snowflakes fall endlessly,
piling on the snow-covered birch trees,
as longing quietly settles in my heart.


Distance Between You and Me


Each word, each phrase,
like the wind, it sways.
When we hear but don't retain,
connections start to wane.

With a quiet heart, sincere and wide,
we look, we listen, side by side.
Emotions flow, a hidden stream,
revealing truths, a whispered dream.

Listening is magic, soft yet strong,
it soothes, it heals, it rights the wrong.
It melts the ice, it breaks the chain,
and opens hearts to feel again.

At work, at home, in love, in ties,
trust is built where empathy lies.
To truly hear, to understand,
creates a bond, a helping hand.

Like forests need the sun and rain,
so do hearts through joy and pain.
Nodding gently, eyes that see,
reflecting words so truthfully.

Not just our voices, loud and free,
but others' stories, their decree.
Only then, both strong and wise,
can we unite and harmonize.

Together swaying, firm yet free,
a bamboo grove in unity.



The Day I Turned Away from the Heron


She gazed at glass in the morning light.
What did she see in that silver space?
A lonely ghost in her own embrace.
She longed to be like the crane so bright,
with feathers pure as drifting white.
Yet in the stream where shadows play,
her form was cast in quiet gray.

Who would cherish one unseen?
One who scorns where they have been
can never know a world serene.
The crane looked on with patient eyes,
as still as time, beneath the skies.
The heron stood where waters gleam,
a fading shape within a dream.

I turned away from the heron, left nothing there,
just silence hanging in the air.








-Dr. Ana María Manuel Rosa Poetry

 




Biography of Dr. Ana María Manuel Rosa

Dr. Ana María Manuel Rosa, was born in Argentina. Food scientist, English teacher, tutor in virtual environments, literary proofreader, editor, anthologist, prologuist, writer, poet, researcher, historian and international lecturer; Doctor Honoris Causa; Honorary Member of the IAC; Immortal Academic; Medal of the Order of Cervantes and the Kairat Duissenov Medal. She has authored 27 books, is working on other literary projects and has participated in more than 200 national and international anthologies.

She has received numerous international awards and recognitions from Europe, Africa, Asia, and America. She is also a guest at many international literary events in English and Spanish, live on Zoom and Facebook Live. She has presented a book by Indian writer Kalipada Ghosh in English. Many of her writings have been translated into English, French, Portuguese, Italian, German, Russian, Arabic, Indonesian, and Bengali.



The poetry

Dr. Ana María Manuel Rosa

All Rights reserved

Poetry ... is the expression of love.
Poetry is the words spoken
With simplified senses.

Poetry ... talk about truths
In a simple and understandable way
Lovingly said by poets.

Poetry ... metaphorizes not complicating
The message, using nuanced words,
Giving color and verbalizing facts.
No one better than poets to organize

Anddecide what to say, when and
How to give the message with a nuance
And a perfectly verbalized hue.

🌼

Authentic warrior women

Dr. Ana María Manuel Rosa

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Woman made as delicate as a flower;
But as strong as an oak. Be unique
And special created by God to serve as
Blessing and light of the universe why; are
Seed and sculptor of life and love in
Person, protector and warrior of life.
Woman, you are the Queen among the flowers
Of the garden. Flowers enhance your virtues
Giving beautiful colors to the dresses
Their buds of her and you there as Queen.
You are mind full of wisdom, soul
Strong as an oak and with a tender heart.
Wonderful and unmatched fighter
Tireless; you look like a precious stone
You shine like the sun, jewel of the Lord
That he put on Earth. Warrior always so
Committed to your family. Of great spirit of
Surrender without receiving anything in return.
Woman, for you there are no impossible challenges,
And everything you set out to do, you achieve
It and there is no an unattainable goal, you
Become and you convert every day and your
Tears are just a way to channel your emotions,
Sorrows, sadness and joys of happiness.
Woman, you are as strong as a knight armed
And the sweetness of your smile in your
Fresh face. Angel of God put in our lives
To calm the pain beforea fall,a defeat or
a frustrationand with your infallible
sweetness you appease everything.
Woman, you lead a life with strength and
Every day you wake up with faith and hope
Likebrave warrior hopeful that something
Well it will arise. If there is a fighting being
That's your woman... so strong and hardworking,
Protective, authentic and unmatched warrior.

🌼

Women transforming the world

Dr. Ana María Manuel Rosa

All rights reserved

Like flashes of lights, sparks or a hurricane wind
It is the unstoppable will, eternal unconditional love and
Maternal from the cradle to the grave, and who has so much
Capacity to love. Guard and protect with her prayers
What a poem without stopping you prays for your children,
for your beings loved even by the love of your life.
Dreamer, daughter, girlfriend, wife and mother; and
Why not also, sister, cousin, granddaughter, niece and
Friend.Women of all ages with their peculiarities
Each one is excellent, in your place, but with a throne
By marrying the man in your life with whom you created
And you planned dreams and built a powerful connection.
You are like a volcano erupting when you transform
The world of what is expired and in a latent state when
Peace is in game. You plan everything... life, the food
And the pantry; but you have a variety professions such
As teacher, professor, fortune teller, psychologist,nurse
And doctor, architect, engineer, politician,lawyer, visionary,
Magician and I don't know how many areas of theknowledge
Because you can do everything and what you can't too.
Your potentials to know everything, investigate and observe
To explain the contents to your children, guess lies,healthy
Injuries and you know everything about daily healthlike
A first aid room, architect of the home and destiny, democratic
Politics adjusting rules and modifying codes of coexistence
And restrictions and making the rights understood and what
They imply more responsibilities that rights in the parental home
And that the rights are greater or equal in one's own home
When you work and support yourself, lawyer with allegations
Hard to beat and hard to invest in because you are excellent
And you win all the trials being a judge and prosecutor. And how
Engineer, you are characterized by being ingenious in analysis,
Psychologist of everything that happens, nothing is left out of
Your analysis and drawing accurate and true conclusions.
In closing, you are a visionary because you are never wrong.
What you predict and decree with the claws of a lioness; and
You end up being a magician capable of making food up to
With nothing and with the air itself and remains that no one
It would notice if you don't say it demonstrating the ability
You have a lot of savings and you have a lot of finances together
To the magician you produce true miracles of gastronomy;
Including dressmaking and applied arts…
Woman, you are a unique being and an endangered species.
Woman you are Adam's lost rib when Godhe decided that
You were necessary and indispensable to the newly created world,
To accompany for men, having children and forging a family.
Woman, you are love, you are peace, you are the support of the family
And of society and you are capable of transforming everything
You touch and move time so that it reaches everythingthat the day
Demands and demands of you whether at home or in the office.

🌼


Borges… genius universal literary bastion

Dr. Ana María Manuel Rosa

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Borges... like a thousand-year-old bird flying over
Flapping with essential literary missionary genius
Liberator of the light of words in poetry
Searching for feeling in the confines of wisdom.

Borges… mind and literature; and a millionaire in scholarship!
Branded frivolous with a smiling face and excellent sense
Of humor… Restless, self-critical and sincere in opinions
Of great clarity. Wisdom of a hundred lives, brilliant mind
Filled with kindness... so unknown to the awards
Nobles; but, the coveted award did not have the great honor
To have awarded you and have you in its delivery history.
Nobel you already were and you will continue to be post-morten.
You won over your readers that; your name has traveled for all
The world with your books on airplanes, ships
And suitcases. That even in airports they have time for you;
Discovering your stories and poems, enjoying them all
The occurrences with which you shaped your books. Your readers
They already judged the great Nobel prize because it escaped them
The great of Argentine literature. You emanated wisdom
And perfection in literature and philosophy. Genius between
The geniuses... Borges catches readers and captivates.
The Argentines and the world didn’t have enough conscience
To understand the size of man "Borges in history
From Universal Literature”. Borges... the writer and the poet
Without equal to; not only did he travel in life but; his work gave
And he will continue to go around the world forever in reading
A must for lovers of the beauty of art in letters!
Your lack was just being blind; but, you flew over the imagination
Of words; mastering your knowledge and cunning
As a writer; you described better than, anyone with magical voices
Which reverberates dazzling avid readers of your books and
Of your vast intelligence, erudition and good sense of humor.
Cervantes… Quevedo… and Borges left indelible marks
In Castilian literature! Borges scholar wise in the management
Of the words with the precise and sober prose of him he pierced
The borders of Argentina, from the American to the international
You will pass for the sake of the history of Universal Literature
Along with Homer, Cervantes, Shakespeare, Alighieri and Goethe!












Τρίτη 1 Απριλίου 2025

ΛΕΥΤΕΡΗΣ ΣΙΩΜΟΣ " ΠΡΟΠΕΡΝΑΣ ΤΑ ΣΥΝΟΡΑ Τ' ΑΠΡΙΛΗ."


Πρόκληση του χιονιά ,νύφη αμυγδαλιά Όνειρο λαμπρό, λευκό προσήλιο Πέταλα σου πέσαν πάνω στα στηθη Σαν οι αλκυονίδες μέρες αντηλιάς
Λευκό περιδέραιο, νυφικό γαμήλιο Πρόωρο ανοιξιάτικο στολίδι. Περήφανη καλλονή αμυγδαλιά Ασπρίζεις με τα πέταλα τους δρόμους Ανθώνας ενός κάτασπρου λειμώνα Ραινεις με το ρύζι τα μαλλιά Ασπρίζεις το κορμί σου και τους ώμους Σαν πρώιμη νυφούλα του χειμώνα. Μοιάζουν τα πέταλα σου αμυγδαλιά Χαρωποί λευκο- ντυμένοι κουμπάροι Που σου χαϊδεύουν το πρόσωπό,τα χείλη Κατάλευκη αυγούλα μιας δροσοσταλιάς Σε ένα βιαστικό προξενιό του Φλεβάρη Που προσπέρασε τα σύνορα τ' Απρίλη. Λευτέρης ΣιωμοςΚ 99δ.π.ελ.


Η φωτογραφία δημιουργήθηκε με ΑΙ



ΡΙΧΝΕΙ Η ΑΓΑΠΗ ΚΑΣΤΡΑ Τραγούδι (Ερμηνεία : Φιλιώ Ανταβόλου Στίχοι : Ηρακλής Κριεζής Μουσική σύνθεση/Ενορχήστρωση : Άκης Χατζηπαυλίδης)

 


Ερμηνεία : Φιλιώ Ανταβόλου Στίχοι : Ηρακλής Κριεζής Μουσική σύνθεση/Ενορχήστρωση : Άκης Χατζηπαυλίδης ΡΙΧΝΕΙ Η ΑΓΑΠΗ ΚΑΣΤΡΑ Φεύγει ο καιρός αμίλητος, το γκρίζο του φοράει όσα ο νους βαστάει είναι κρυφός καημός... Ήσουνα φως που κράτησα σε κάτασπρο σεντόνι, τώρα η αγάπη μόνη γίνεται στεναγμός... Φέρνει βροχή τ' απόβραδο εσένα να θυμίζει κι άνεμος να σφυρίζει αποχαιρετισμό... Λύγισε και τ' αγιόκλημα που φύτεψες στη γλάστρα ρίχνει η αγάπη κάστρα σαν ψάχνει γυρισμό... Ήσουνα φως που κράτησα σε κάτασπρο σεντόνι, τώρα η αγάπη μόνη γίνεται στεναγμός... Δώσε χαρά στα χείλη μου με το χαμόγελό σου ήμουν ο άνθρωπός σου κι έμεινα μοναχός... Βάλε φωτιά στα στήθη μου με της καρδιάς σου νάμα είν' η αγάπη θάμα, πίκρα ο χωρισμός... Φέρνει βροχή τ' απόβραδο εσένα να θυμίζει κι άνεμος να σφυρίζει αποχαιρετισμό... Λύγισε και τ' αγιόκλημα που φύτεψες στη γλάστρα ρίχνει η αγάπη κάστρα σαν ψάχνει γυρισμό... Βάλε φωτιά στα στήθη μου με της καρδιάς σου νάμα είν' η αγάπη θάμα, πίκρα ο χωρισμός... Ηρακλής Κριεζής








Mohammed Rahhal "Poets of the world celebrate"

 


Poets of the world celebrate 

Voices rose and poetic words blended in all languages ​​from all five continents , on its international day, from all five continents, celebrating World Poetry Day and calling for peace in a world tired of people's wars, in all theaters and museums, halls and large halls and schools of all segments, the pulse of the enchanting words announcing the beginning of the arrival of the major international poetry festivals in the middle of this year. In Mexico , the poets of the marathon gathered in its profound languages, Mexican, English and Argentine, with the participation of more than 300 international poets, with participation that lasted a full week. In Russia, the theater was in the CDL Hall and Kazan, and  the World_Book_Organization WOW and the Eurasian and Russian Writers' Unions witnessed the celebration of World_Day, how could it not be when it is the first country In the world, World Poetry Day was celebrated, and India  came with many participations that brought together poets from different nationalities, the Asian continent, to be the most prominent event in China , in Great_Poetry_Movement and the translation of 30 international poets selected from all over the world, a selection of poems in the Chinese language, in the African Writers Union, which accompanied the World Poetry Week in coordination with the International Poetry Union in South Africa 

 As for the Poetry Writers Union in United_States_of_America , in which poets from the Asian continent participated, from India  and Bangladesh , a group of poets with many participations in which they continued to express poetry in many languages, declaring that the greatest value of poetry is the message of the peoples of the world and the first language of peace in the world. 

My participation was in  Cesart in Ecuador  on March 27th, celebrating International Women's and Poetry Day, a new experience for me in a different space, and during the days of the international week, the major international and continental competitions in the world were announced, so that Venezuela  would participate in the monthly issue of International_Humanity_Magazine that brought together poets from all five continents  and the International Poetry Month that brought together 1300 poets from all countries of the world from 200 countries is the most this year. 

Numerous participations in countries Mexico Ecuador ,  United_States_of_America Russia  diverse in languages ​​​​in World Poetry Month and follow-ups for many participations, Send me one rule: "Poetry is the language of the peoples of the world." 

Mohammed Rahhal








Fareed Agyakwah "A Minute of Silence"

 

Fareed Agyakwah – A Short Biography

Fareed Agyakwah is a Ghanaian poet, author, and literary scholar known for his contributions to contemporary African poetry and literature. His works often explore themes of peace, humanity, and the African experience. He has been featured in prominent anthologies such as Wreaths for a Wayfarer: An Anthology in Honour of Pius Adesanmi, the Best New African Poets 2019 Anthology and World Poetry Yearbook 2024. His book, A Child’s Poetry for Peace, reflects his commitment to using poetry as a tool for social change.
Agyakwah’s literary excellence has earned him several international accolades, including the Temirqazyq-Best Poet-Writer of the World 2019 and the Miembro de Honor 2020. His work continues to inspire readers globally, and he remains an active voice in the literary community, engaging with audiences through social media and other platforms. What a time to observe: "A minute of Silence"!


A Minute of Silence

(Dedicated to World Poetry Day/Month)


A minute of silence for borders that break us,
For lines drawn in dust, yet carved in our minds.
We are one people, beneath different flags,
One big world, yet torn into fragments.

A minute of silence for tongues that tremble,
Speaking of peace with lips sealed by war.
Nations like neighbors, yet strangers in spirit,
Cathedrals pulled down before they are built.

A minute of silence for the children of famine,
For rivers that run, yet quench no thirst.
For fields of gold that feed no mouths,
For the feast of hunger—so full, so empty.

A minute of silence for hands that hold weapons,
When they were made to build and embrace.
For the oxymoron of war and wisdom,
For power that crumbles, yet claims to stand tall.

But silence alone cannot heal our wounds—
Let voices rise like rivers in rain,
Let peace be the anthem of all our nations,
Let unity be the language we speak.

A minute of silence, but a lifetime of action,
For we are one people, in one big world.
God bless the moon, God bless the earth,
God bless you, and God bless me.