Din catacombele nihilismului adolescentin

de Ștefan Bolea Public aici acest text de la 20 de ani. Nihilismul meu (existențial) era brutal, lipsit de nuanțe. Aș putea spune trădător „am fost și asta!”, dacă nu aș simți că nu există încă un contraargument decisiv la retorica furibundă a anihilării.    Cei patru cavaleri (1 august 2000) M-am uitat în tablou până […]

The Place

by Douglas Young      After lunch the family sat on the back porch chatting leisurely, watching who was walking down the street, and speaking to those they knew. Everyone was shelling peas from the garden except the grandfather and his grandsons. The three-year-old was on the floor playing with little race cars while the six-year-old […]

poems by Ivan de Monbrison

translated into English from the Russian originals by the author We are Sunday morning, the month of May 2022 is almost over, Saturday night, there was a soccer competition in Paris, this morning the city was full of garbage that the fans had left everywhere, they had even broken tree branches. A jay was lying […]

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