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in the tower of waters
we may live
with borrowed lungs
we still swell one another-
asleep swing
of lonely childrenhood
but,today I shall obey
today I shall be
a small and caressing May rain
That only I can be for you
Open your soul my love
my yell crushes
the empty towers, the wall
is raising inside you havens of light
and shadows stay next to you
in my water`s face
with obedience drops
on your forehead
I bow to you.

I fade away

Translation and proofreading of Oana Nechita
Author : Dorina Neculce the poetry writer

I fade away I  I  told myself crumbling  one morning as a light at the edge of the fog I will forget  love hate needs ……’time gives birth illusions, my dear’ and behind me the clouds were breaking sipping my bars in the open only the train of death will look  under the waves a new shadow another outpost a world with the hands tied up

reBirth

Translation and proofreading of Oana Nechita
Author : Dorina Neculce the poetry writer

I break the light with shoots on the forehead I  light myself flame to the untouchable blue not having me as a shadow the Song gets lost with the face towards me the god in Olympus is coming back    cursing breaking down over the caving shoulder of the rain the stronghold and the temple ..............................................                       in my dream the goddesses are dancing closing the sky with shadows of ink

My world is crowded

Translation and proofreading of Oana Nechita
Author : Dorina Neculce the poetry writer

twilights bound on lips you friend of mine  since you have gone mom stays  in front of the gate everyday with a dry hand she evens her eyes ’maybe he hasn’t forgetten’ says she ’maybe he hasn’t forgetten that the world is the size of a nut of light green’ my world is full of lights I tell her my world sweats and is piling up as a mad dog in a slack time at your feet are breaking into statuettes  with edgy faces I warn you my friends prefabricated images are coming double-faced and amazing

between darkness and deepness

Translation and proofreading of Oana Nechita
Author : Dorina Neculce the poetry writer

between darkness and deepness leafy mouths are chewing my clouds and I  crossed the desert through bones a new shape I give   to the old body as to an eagle broken in rock my eyes are flurrying don’t look at me absolute spectator don’t delude yourself anytime anywhere and anyone  is agonizing my death I will turn back the glance ------------------------                       the hole is deep the sky is  even deeper

fallen tree

Translation and proofreading of Oana Nechita
Author : Dorina Neculce the poetry writer

I’m old today I have grooved skin of fallen tree I climb over the ruins and I sing with a feather shifted in my temple I bend over and I write epitaphs my hand is trembling as a violin the touch of the bow it dissipates me through space I become mistress wrapped in glass the quiver breaks me from thousands of pieces I get myself together -bloody dagger- blotting out the dusk

I am a writing machine

Translation and proofreading of Oana Nechita
Author : Dorina Neculce the poetry writer

I am a writing machine obsolete with a meat ribbom the poet supresses me in his hands of blood: tick tick tick my veins are flowing turning loose the walls are hating me the housewives with fallen breast I become expensive tiresome metaphorical I pretend  in subtles meanings I’m only a crying and I tell to myself and I scream breaking loose through the rain of blood in the darkness my mouth is changing in the mouth of the wolf

on bucsinescu street people are dying

Translation and proofreading of Oana Nechita
Author : Dorina Neculce the poetry writer

on bucsinescu street people are dying on  bucsinescu street lights are turning off the denizens pulled the shutters and chained themselves behind the houses only hot ashes and darkness an inextinguishable darkness our predecessors are dying the shutters are thinking they struggle in the night as some wounded birds only carnivorous flowers remained at the windows holes in the air between life and day is a dirty crossing transcendental ghosts are waiting the tongue-tied  tram with the empty jowl with flowers of datura on the head are shimmering as if are strangled headlight the man is thirsty is today a disgusting carnivour the teeth are choking  the fibring juicy meat is startling gleams of stone are dripping I stray with my hands in cross through the empty room I float known things a push-up bra the golden purse a shadow on your face the sweet scarf found again in your memory the counterfeit words words without clemency it’s getting dark I am telling you on…..bucsinescu street people are dying

the sun was

Translation and proofreading of Oana Nechita
Author : Dorina Neculce the poetry writer

the sun was pushing me from behind and I was drawing you worlds/universe invaded by moths with bulging body with perfumed wings, through red eyes I was looking for you -yet unwound mould- to tell you the dream that dreamt when the flood invade me from the chest I was blooming a heart with a blue rose with many hour glasses eating the time …..and I was digging deep down. so that you will not enjoy, I was the same, I couldn’t become  better and still I dream myself in a torn coat, with hueless lips with shadows lengthened underneath the skin

between worlds

Translation and proofreading of Oana Nechita
Author : Dorina Neculce the poetry writer

a bitter bird cleft on my cheek I watch it placing as close as I can the corner of my eye as a convicted to death who would ask the right to one last reckless wish ……………………………… at the harsh end of the pain somebody always dies and someone very dirty is calling me asking me an  unjustified question        in That moment  I wake up just  to notice that I rose from a deep ray  phantasmagorial exploding through weaving  herbs  birds are crossing me getting into my veins are searching for a place resting their wings when on a shoulder when on the other one they swing me between the two worlds -transfigured calling- of a stellar griffin  the triple howling shakes the clay body of the woman recompose her from syllables and I don’t stop marveling and moving at random from one shore to another from one deck to……the other not becoming any better

blind grey ravens

Translation and proofreading of Oana Nechita
Author : Dorina Neculce the poetry writer

are swirling above the world are breaking lights in hungry tolls the body’s night is tearing trembling hands  counting the vainness placing it in china cubes another crucified Sunday on another hill of the cross another step one hundred seven and mount Tabor will blunt in this endless road will break without asking underneath our ribs tired during this day we don’t make wreaths anymore of branches of thorns we don’t bring the steel anymore as a shield to our sins and during this day we’ll enter shallow-hearted  in the stronghold because the nothingness will never end

Welcome

IN ENLISH


Woman Crusader trilogy gothic poetry. Dorina Neculce.
"Gothic the trilogy" is a book of poetry asymmetric

 The rhyme is interlaced. 
It is found permanently at the beginning or end of the verse. 
The missing metaphor. And replaced by the essential truths expressed in the antonyms.

This kind of poetry is very rare. 
It is pure mathematics poetically expressed by the word scris.pare chaotic and illogical. 

This is precisely why it is called asymmetric. "Because contains a deep hidden logic.

IN ROMANIAN
Femeia Cruciat ,trilogie gothică -poezie. Dorina Neculce.
 "trilogia gotică" este un volum de poezie asimetrică. În care rima este intercalată.
Se regăseşte permanent  ,la începutul versului  sau la sfârşit.
În care lipseşte metafora. Şi este înlocuită  de adevăruri esenţiale exprimate în antonime.
Genul acesta de poezie este foarte rară.
Este matematică pură exprimată poetic, prin cuvântul scris.pare haotică şi ilogică.

Tocmai aceste este motivul pentru care este denumită Asimetrică".Pentru că conţine  o profundă,logică ascunsă