Maria Anghel

“The road which leads me to you is safe even when it runs into oceans.”
― Edmond Jabès, Le Livre des questions

“I was reading my destiny inside your eyes without knowing it.”
― Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

“I've never loved? Nay, it is you who have
Forgotten now what real love ought to be.
Real love is like the water, rushing swift,
Which sports, caresses, draws one on, then drowns.
Where it strikes heat, it seethes; where it meets cold,
It turns dead, like a stone. So is my love!
But that of yours is like the brittle straw,
A puny child. It bends before the wind.
It cracks beneath the feet. It meets a spark
And flares without resistance, after which
There's nothing left but cinders and dead ash.
If it's despised, it lies and putrifies
Like unused straw that's in the water thrown —
The water of vain self-reproach, or else
Turns mouldy 'neath cold rains of penitence.”
― Lesia Ukrainka, Лісова пісня

“She bleeds poetry. She is an old soul. She has already existed since the day the Earth gave birth to nature. She felt the sweet caress of the wind touch her skin and the silent cries of night. She heard the screaming of thunder as the lightning bolt stabbed the heart of the weeping sky. She saw everything bloom and heard a soft sound of relief as they threw their burdens into the listening earth. She is strong enough to bear it all as time changes and has learned to live with the pain of losing and winning. She can't be defeated, nor be broken. She'll continue to live again and again. And if someone were to break her down or break her heart, she couldn't be shaken. She'll stand up and let poetry bleed into her. She's rare and SHE IS ME.”
― Verliza Gajeles