Tales4Love

Against the wildfires...   Enjoy.

Nature is our mother. It is our baby crib to where we “return” everytime we feel we need comfort and renewed hope. Hope: that feeling made of insights into a peaceful, happy and green future and present. A tree help us to see the good “flavors” of a garden with her shadow that protects us from our stellar parent: the Sun. He is also the source of our energy, he is also the source of our poetry; and poetry, maybe just another way of living or another tool to live in community. Today, Covid-19 make us feel like a prey, thinking in a new condition inside a world built by mother nature. Hope, to face this reality is needed more than ever and we will move forward albeit not ignoring this new “map of life” and new mindset. Our Contest Nature 2020/2021 is a new opportunity that we, as organizers, create to reach the rest of the world. Every Contest is a challenge for authors participating and to people that make it happen. This year we prepare new relations of Nature and Love; Nature and Ecol...

Dear readers, we are on holidays until September. Please share, visit us, and most of all, be happy.   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=khOOxkjEbwU   Enjoy.

Dance life in its smallest essences It is an infinite set of probabilities Life pulsates in the smallest complexities It is an ode to existence.   Endless waves wander in the sea They are dense waters of life to dance Look here, look over there. So many beings to contemplate Even in the face of so many diversities The sea still There are so many colors, it's a beautiful art. There are so many ways, it's a challenge apart The infinite and challenging blue sea From crystalline tones to an immensity to be discovered There are so many depths to enter So many places to walk   Waters in motion And they reveal suffering The Attempt of Enchantment In the midst of so much disenchantment   Pollution-free thought Destructive activities Lack of reflection Infinite consequences of degradation   Enjoy.

1. noi doi ne ciocnim involuntar atât de tare încât facem brusc schimb de vise apoi adormim pe patul meu de gânduri îmi reamintesc ca eu doar visez ce mi se-ntâmpla totul se întâmpla atât de repede cât pauza între reclame e toamna, îngenunchez, în fata padurii ca în fata plutonului de executie împart fiecarei frunze câte o pâine coapta strazile sunt pustiite lumea e parasita de o vesnicie în loc de inima, am ridicat o biserica fara ziduri   In English: we two collide involuntary so cool that we do suddenly exchange of dreams then sleep on my bed of thoughts I remind myself that I just dream what happens to me everything is happening so fast how much longer between ads it's fall, I kneel down in front of the forest as in front of the execution platoon share each leaf one loaf of bread the streets are deserted the world is gone for eternity instead of the heart, I picked up a church without walls   Enjoy.

Curtain of night pinned with stars crickets serenading a dancing breeze Water wafting wilfully on slime-smoothed stones singing songs of appease A lilting song picking pirouetting petals from fragrant frangipani trees Intoxicated spirit quietly redolent of the Highest Call Enamoured Soul on its knees!    

Breathless   I woke up early as usual on Saturday morning in anticipation of all the things listed on my to-do-list. Visions of chores such as loading the dishwasher, loading clothes into the washing machine and kneading biscuits from scratch all danced around in my head. As I lay in bed, I could hear the sound of the freight train nearby as it rattled my bedroom window pane with each turn of its metal wheel. The alarming horn blew going from soft to loud to soft again and finally out of the audibility of my ear to detect it. While slowly exiting my bed, I performed a lengthy stretch with my arms raised above my head and my legs extended and toes pointed like a ballerina. With my mouth opened wide, I took in a deep nostril inhalation and finally a long exhaling sigh enjoying what would probably be the best quality of air that I would encounter for the day. As I peeped outside my bedroom window, I could see a featherless red bird hopping from one branch to another among our dozen maple ...