Bucharest Poems - Poems about Bucharest

...Dracula would go on adventure and loved to drink in local culture, but he discovered, alas, that strange food gave him gas, not to mention one heck of an ulcer. During a weekend in Cincinnati ......

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...My boots, still burdened with the dust of Carpathian trails, Silently slip over the gleaming tiles of an urban temple, Where hipsters sip artisanal nectar on lazy Tuesday afternoons, Under the imp......

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...Cities are wizards clad in robes of cement and thought, Constan?a, ancient priestess, wears veils woven from the whirl of time. Timi?oara, enchanting and magical, sways to rhythms of foam and salt,......

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...I never talked about the rooms of orphans languishing in beds - still corridors, like wombs, that darkened pictures in our heads, escorting us through tombs. No unseeing their hopeless eyes, ......

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...Corina Junghiatu, editor-in-chief of the literary magazine "Vocea Literara", based in Bucharest - Romania wishes to express her gratitude to Dr. Kairat Duissenov Parman, president of the World Nation......

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...That chilly night in Bucharest As I lay down in my bed to rest Torrents of thoughts assailed me Avalanche of questions tore my heart apart As I reminisced over the events of previous days I fe......

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...The sun sliding toward the west on a ruby strip, the tired sky sighs sunlight bouquets, open dawns from dawn they start to draw their shutters, from the subway, a great crowd salty and grieved......

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...The same mask firmly held on the face with a strong wrist, no chills, no regrets, no shaking! Nights in turn I wondered, what is hidden behind the mask, to discover: Nothing! He had no face, o......

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...From Angels jump shrapnel, The wise men of the time gathers them, Then they hide them at the top of the plopar, Or on the root of the mountains. Explosion! In the womb of the Cosmos The Earth i......

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...Blank is this sheet of paper before me my life in a tailspin, please someone catch it like a firefly and hold it in place, keep it balanced so I can grab on to the railing steady myself, stop it f......

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...This field of dreams A horse-pull cart Passes by Brown sunflower eyes Outside of Bucharest, Keep your eyes on God......

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...Hey, baby, Tonight, can you Wear that Bright red Chinese dress, because I want to fly you To Istanbul and Bucharest So, we can sit at the local cafe and Drink some sweet India Tea, and Walki......

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