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The website I just gave is my art site, i do poetry on their.

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„Can we go up into the attic?” asks one of the three children.
we are looking for pigeons,there are a lot there,
they come here from all over the town”.
I look at them- the oldest is about seven years old.
„You can”- I say; meanwhile they’re alredy climbing;
I’m looking at the white leafed tree,
the only one of its species ,much loved by everyone,
different from the others, extremely beautiful,
a freak in a sea of green colours.
I’m getting ready to have my tea,
To drink it according to the rules of Okakura Kakuzo.
I’ll pretend I’m somebody else, the Other for example,
somebody with a soul of a warrior,
the winner from the scene of the action,
after I have danced for the defeated oponent.
I will be the one who prepares the place and receive the oblation.
I will read a Issa’s haiku, I will read it twice.
If someone visits me, we will breathe together the fragrance,
That will send us to another place and other times.
In my mind I call someone who is not at home.
The place is narrow and dark , only the attic is huge,
It is as long and large as the whole building.
You can see the sky through the cracked roof.
The phone is ringing, I say „hallo”,
a familiar voice is calling me….it wheezes,makes bubbles on the wire,
I can hear the ambulance, then I can hear someone
calling my name.
I tell him that a beard has grown on my chin
and I had to stay in a circus cage; I was the beard woman
that astonished the passers by, next to me
there was the woman with no arms
that was operating the swimming machine by using her foot.
He says he has dreamt a samovar that he bent over it
and washed his hands in the hot steam;
then he passes his hands over his face cleaning itThe clattering of the children
coming down from the attic can be heared.
„We’ll let them to grow bigger’ says the oldest one.
„We’ll come to take them later…by seven o clock…can we ?”

Adriana Barna

ROMANIA