Taifas Literary Magazine No. 6, December, 2020
Taifas Literary Magazine No. 6, December, 2020 - ISSN 2458-0198 ISSN-L 2458-0198 Founded in Constanţa, June 2020 The magazine appears in Romania editorial office Founding President Lenuș Lungu Director: Lenuș Lungu, Ioan Muntean Deputy Director: Paul Rotaru Technical Editor Ioan Muntean Covers Ioan Muntean Editor-in-Chief: Ion Cuzuioc Deputy Editor: Stefano Capasso Editorial Secretary: Anna Maria Sprzęczka Editors: Vasile Vulpaşu, Anna Maria Sprzęczka, Pietro Napoli, Myriam Ghezaïl Ben Brahim, Zoran Radosavljevic, Suzana Sojtari Iwan Dartha, Auwal Ahmed Ibrahim, Destiny M O Chijioke, Nikola Orbach Özgenç
Taifas Literary Magazine No. 6, December, 2020 - ISSN 2458-0198 ISSN-L 2458-0198
Founded in Constanţa, June 2020
The magazine appears in Romania
editorial office
Founding President Lenuș Lungu
Director: Lenuș Lungu, Ioan Muntean
Deputy Director: Paul Rotaru
Technical Editor Ioan Muntean
Covers Ioan Muntean
Editor-in-Chief: Ion Cuzuioc
Deputy Editor: Stefano Capasso
Editorial Secretary: Anna Maria Sprzęczka
Editors: Vasile Vulpaşu, Anna Maria Sprzęczka, Pietro Napoli, Myriam Ghezaïl Ben Brahim, Zoran Radosavljevic, Suzana Sojtari
Iwan Dartha, Auwal Ahmed Ibrahim, Destiny M O Chijioke, Nikola Orbach Özgenç
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Taifas Literary Magazine No. 6, 2020, December
to climb,
nor rushing rivers
to wade.
Run Horse,
because I trust you
and your courage
it will take me far.
I believe what I say
may appear to the Others
as a cowardly abandonment
from this world,
free of signals
to want to change.
But I assure you
which is not the case.
Run Horse,
run dear friend,
because. with you
I'm not afraid
to continue the race.
I have hope
to meet
NEW PEOPLE,
Mihai Katin
Sketches of night loneliness
Who sweeps the silence thrown carelessly
Besides the benches where the night
Sometimes he reads
The latest news that the clouds
He discreetly slips them into a shower of souls
Migrating to the gates of the unseen Heaven.
Slowly the last tram leaves and I can hear
How piles of unused words
They are kneaded loudly,
Everything is collected,
recycled posthumously,
The sidewalks don't need
cleaning
Of memory,
Of loneliness
Who knows how to put a
signature In yesterday's
photo.
Sleep kisses us on the
mouth and we get lost in
our own unconscious
We temporarily withdraw in the horizontal
waiting
who wants to contribute
to rewrite stricter rules
to bring home
Healthy Values.
year I, No. 6, 2020, December
ISSN 2458-0198 – ISSN-L 2458-0198
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