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The Dreamer and The Punishment

By on January 27, 2019

“Yet each man kills the thing he loves,
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!”

Oscar Wilde, a member of a wealthy class, was a man who found his place among…


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desperate not reach the final goal, but do everything

By on January 22, 2019

Feeling: the one where you are writing your essays and submitting your application forms, applying for interviews and trying to answer questions you don’t know the answer to. The one where you are working for something incredible and imporbable, racing before the deadline

 

 

desperate not reach the final goal, but…


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შემოდგომის სიმღერა

By on January 21, 2019

 

‘You return like Autumn…and I fall every time. ‘
Anonimous

შშშ… გარეთ შემოდგომა სრულდება…
გესმის?
ჩჩჩ… მოუსმინე ზამთარი დგება…

ის შენგან დგება,
დიდხანს იყურება სულის სარკეში,
მხრებს ისწორებს,
რომ არასდროს დაბრუნდეს შენთან !

შენც გრძნობ რომ გტკივა,
არასოდეს ბრუნდები მისკენ !
და ანიავებ დავიწყების მზისფერ კალოზე…

ჩჩჩ… გარეთ შემოდგომა სრულდება…
შშშ… ორი ნაბიჯია ზამთრის მოსვლამდე !


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The Sun of Truth

By on December 29, 2018

“Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holly Spirit,” the priest proclaimed. The chorus chanted:
“Ameen!”
It was the Christmas Eve. As the majority of people go to church only twice a year, on Christmas Eve and on Easter’s Eve, the church was crowded. I couldn’t…


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Ճռռոց

By on December 4, 2018

լսել,

հասկանալ,

ներել,

գրկել,

սիրել,

ստել,

գոռալ,

լալ,

լսել,

հասկանալ,

ներել,

գրկել,

սիրել,

ստել,

գոռալ,

լալ,

լսել,

հասկանալ,

ներել,

․․․․․․․

․․․․․․․

․․․․․․․

լսել,

հասկանալ,

Չներել։

փակվող դռան ճռռոց։


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The warming cold (collaborative writing with Oksana Lebedniva)

By on November 25, 2018

(by Oksana Lebedivna)
a curly Armenian
a curly poetess
with lips of a rosehip
with face like snow
on the skin of a mountain
~
long time ago
a mountain river
eroded your straight hair
like banks
and washed your eyes in a way
the living forgot what
had been remembered
a human being isn’t a mustard thymus or firs
a beast isn’t a begonia platanus or junipers
not any more
~
birds…