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Publisher: Cișmigiu Books
Author: Angela Madalina Lazar
Edition: I
Pages: 116
Publisher year: 2024
ISBN: 978-606-28-1828-9
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9786062818289
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The author of the novels "Fly through the night" and "Giles. Another life" proposes this time a new type of expression, a reverberation of the inner music through the lyrics.
Buds of light grow in a cascade of thoughts, among raindrops falling on the dry earth from a reborn spring, of today and of the past... Then the lyrics, intoxicated with color, slide through seasons and people, looking for what is unique and surprising , which makes us feel, desire, love. There are voices of dreams from beyond time, there are people and seasons, there are flowers and destinies, there are lives and sighs soaked by the spell of infinity flowing over us. And the illustrations created by the author combine their magic with the lyrics in a veritable poem of flowers, a metaphor for people, but also for everything that is wonderful, but fleeting. Graphics thus unite feelings, shiver and deepen the miraculous beauty that we collect and gather in our heart. The beauty we don't want to leave...
Buds of light grow in a cascade of thoughts, among raindrops falling on the dry earth from a reborn spring, of today and of the past... Then the lyrics, intoxicated with color, slide through seasons and people, looking for what is unique and surprising , which makes us feel, desire, love. There are voices of dreams from beyond time, there are people and seasons, there are flowers and destinies, there are lives and sighs soaked by the spell of infinity flowing over us. And the illustrations created by the author combine their magic with the lyrics in a veritable poem of flowers, a metaphor for people, but also for everything that is wonderful, but fleeting. Graphics thus unite feelings, shiver and deepen the miraculous beauty that we collect and gather in our heart. The beauty we don't want to leave...
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The scent of linden flowers is gone...
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ANGELA MADALINA LAZAR
Novels:
I fly through the night, 2022
Giles. Another life, 2023
Novels:
I fly through the night, 2022
Giles. Another life, 2023
Foreword / 7
Time for poetry / 12
Genesis / 13
Nonexistence / 16
Thoughts of Silence / 18
Another silence / 21
It hurts me that the flowers have withered / 23
Renaissance / 25
The ultimate role in the unknown / 26
In defense of thoughts. When silence sleeps / 29
Slide / 31
The vein. Memories from the light. In memory / 33
Time / 37
The blue is approaching us. An anniversary / 40
Near the shore, the grass, the bird and the morning / 43
The scent of linden has gone... / 45
It's like autumn / 50
Lost flower. Why are not you anymore? / 52
I can't be another! / 56
Infinity / 58
Will spring know its way? / 62
Dissipation in the ocean / 64
Storm / 66
In the house of thoughts / 69
In solitude / 72
It still hurts... / 74
Transformation / 76
Flight / 79
Continuation / 81
Wandering / 83
The face of the world / 86
Words!... / 89
Mediocrity / 91
Limit / 94
Song for a light / 96
Why not exist?/ 98
The nothings of life / 101
Cheers / 103
Route / 105
Concluding Thoughts / 108
Time for poetry / 12
Genesis / 13
Nonexistence / 16
Thoughts of Silence / 18
Another silence / 21
It hurts me that the flowers have withered / 23
Renaissance / 25
The ultimate role in the unknown / 26
In defense of thoughts. When silence sleeps / 29
Slide / 31
The vein. Memories from the light. In memory / 33
Time / 37
The blue is approaching us. An anniversary / 40
Near the shore, the grass, the bird and the morning / 43
The scent of linden has gone... / 45
It's like autumn / 50
Lost flower. Why are not you anymore? / 52
I can't be another! / 56
Infinity / 58
Will spring know its way? / 62
Dissipation in the ocean / 64
Storm / 66
In the house of thoughts / 69
In solitude / 72
It still hurts... / 74
Transformation / 76
Flight / 79
Continuation / 81
Wandering / 83
The face of the world / 86
Words!... / 89
Mediocrity / 91
Limit / 94
Song for a light / 96
Why not exist?/ 98
The nothings of life / 101
Cheers / 103
Route / 105
Concluding Thoughts / 108
The volume of poems The scent of linden flowers is gone... is an invitation to reverie, to meditation, to melancholy... Buds of light grow in a cascade of thoughts, among raindrops falling on the dry earth from a reborn spring, of today and from the past... And the verses fly fast, but deepened by the nectar of flowers grown in the endless universe of ideas. Then the lyrics, intoxicated with color, slide lazily between seasons and people, looking for what is unique and surprising, what makes us feel, desire, love. There are voices of dreams from beyond time, there are people and seasons, there are flowers and destinies, there are lives and sighs soaked by the spell of infinity flowing over us. And the illustrations made by the authors weave their magic into a veritable poem of flowers, a metaphor for people, but also for everything that is wonderful, but fleeting. They are graphic poses meant to express the same emotion as the lyrics, but in a different color... Thus, graphics unite feelings, shiver and deepen the miraculous beauty that we collect and gather in our heart. The beauty we don't want to leave...
And we are indoor plants, longing for the sun. But we fear the outside... Change frightens us, even as we spread our leafy wings to fly slowly towards the light. And then we limit ourselves. Too much change might kill us and then, out of fear, we give up... We don't know what we lose, but we also can't anticipate what we gain. We choose safety and stability. And we are left with the dream..., with the recollection of what was so beautiful.
But, beyond the window of life, the sun laughs and challenges us to do more. And we stretch our heads to the sky, wanting more, as if flying over the universe, in search of answers and miracles. But time ticks and passes. The cold light carpet of winter is approaching. Outside, the heat of the tired autumn agonizes and ends. And we're glad we're not outside, where it's cold.
We then remain only indoor plants, hanging in the same cage of thoughts, of determination, of limits. By summer, we will perhaps escape again, absorbing the refreshed sun, even if only through the window. Or who knows? Someone will set us free in the porch again or plant us in the field to be free and fruitful.
This is how the lyrics speak about the constant of our life, about determination, but also about change, about overcoming limits, about aspiration. And, in the end, everything actually turns out to be a perpetual transformation, which we come to be aware of, experience and analyze through every pore. We can't resist. Or maybe we don't even want to oppose it. Change comes to define us, trains us to understand time and life always differently and yet the same.
However, there are also moments of rebellion, attempts to escape, when we or nature try to freeze the moment that seems perfect to us, begging the youth to stay, calling on the Creator to preserve the unexpected beauty of spring's tenderness. But we must learn to appreciate everything: both the unleashed spectacle of the external storm, but also the internal one, and the stalks of the hazelnuts bare of winter, and the image of the withered and sad flowers, but promising to return next year, and even the silence and solitude.
Then, the lyrics teach us to accept aging as a natural phenomenon, but to fight with the aging of the soul, of the mind, of the burning that gives us the eternal meaning of being. In the face of destruction and death, however, we remain old children, helpless and tormented. But at least we have the memories...
Then, time twists and turns, with a new face, with a new life, in a new spring full of hope, for people and for flowers. Let's cherish the moments, cherish life, fight, think, hope! And even if the wonder of flowers passes, we carry as a treasure in our soul the weight of their perfume. And while we can dream, we still live, we can still smile at the memory of precious moments. And the flowers will someday return. As well as their perfume. Let us therefore wait for them, but let us not forget that even withered flowers have their beauty.
In essence, the lyrics teach us that we can only enjoy life by understanding change and we can only accept change if we learn to appreciate all the nuances of the seasons. Because, around us, even where everything seems withered and silent, asleep and past, there is actually a frenzy of life. We just have to watch her, because she will surely wake up.
In fact, he never rested or slept for a moment. Only we had no eyes for that face. But we should have felt it! We should have known that, beyond appearances, there is always a source of hope!... And the earth's crust wakes up fully every year and groans for life. We should be the same way, in our soul, beyond the apparent crust of years, of the drain from life. And let's not sigh for the lost fragrance of linden flowers, preserved like an elixir in our pile of memories, because, at every moment, we can always feel something new, remarkable, from the masterful spectacle of existence, to bewitch and deceive us let's smile again.
We are people made of dreams and emotions, travelers in infinity. And, truly, the work of the Creator is perfect. We just have to open the eyes of the soul, look, appreciate... Let's inspire Life! We are free!
Author
And we are indoor plants, longing for the sun. But we fear the outside... Change frightens us, even as we spread our leafy wings to fly slowly towards the light. And then we limit ourselves. Too much change might kill us and then, out of fear, we give up... We don't know what we lose, but we also can't anticipate what we gain. We choose safety and stability. And we are left with the dream..., with the recollection of what was so beautiful.
But, beyond the window of life, the sun laughs and challenges us to do more. And we stretch our heads to the sky, wanting more, as if flying over the universe, in search of answers and miracles. But time ticks and passes. The cold light carpet of winter is approaching. Outside, the heat of the tired autumn agonizes and ends. And we're glad we're not outside, where it's cold.
We then remain only indoor plants, hanging in the same cage of thoughts, of determination, of limits. By summer, we will perhaps escape again, absorbing the refreshed sun, even if only through the window. Or who knows? Someone will set us free in the porch again or plant us in the field to be free and fruitful.
This is how the lyrics speak about the constant of our life, about determination, but also about change, about overcoming limits, about aspiration. And, in the end, everything actually turns out to be a perpetual transformation, which we come to be aware of, experience and analyze through every pore. We can't resist. Or maybe we don't even want to oppose it. Change comes to define us, trains us to understand time and life always differently and yet the same.
However, there are also moments of rebellion, attempts to escape, when we or nature try to freeze the moment that seems perfect to us, begging the youth to stay, calling on the Creator to preserve the unexpected beauty of spring's tenderness. But we must learn to appreciate everything: both the unleashed spectacle of the external storm, but also the internal one, and the stalks of the hazelnuts bare of winter, and the image of the withered and sad flowers, but promising to return next year, and even the silence and solitude.
Then, the lyrics teach us to accept aging as a natural phenomenon, but to fight with the aging of the soul, of the mind, of the burning that gives us the eternal meaning of being. In the face of destruction and death, however, we remain old children, helpless and tormented. But at least we have the memories...
Then, time twists and turns, with a new face, with a new life, in a new spring full of hope, for people and for flowers. Let's cherish the moments, cherish life, fight, think, hope! And even if the wonder of flowers passes, we carry as a treasure in our soul the weight of their perfume. And while we can dream, we still live, we can still smile at the memory of precious moments. And the flowers will someday return. As well as their perfume. Let us therefore wait for them, but let us not forget that even withered flowers have their beauty.
In essence, the lyrics teach us that we can only enjoy life by understanding change and we can only accept change if we learn to appreciate all the nuances of the seasons. Because, around us, even where everything seems withered and silent, asleep and past, there is actually a frenzy of life. We just have to watch her, because she will surely wake up.
In fact, he never rested or slept for a moment. Only we had no eyes for that face. But we should have felt it! We should have known that, beyond appearances, there is always a source of hope!... And the earth's crust wakes up fully every year and groans for life. We should be the same way, in our soul, beyond the apparent crust of years, of the drain from life. And let's not sigh for the lost fragrance of linden flowers, preserved like an elixir in our pile of memories, because, at every moment, we can always feel something new, remarkable, from the masterful spectacle of existence, to bewitch and deceive us let's smile again.
We are people made of dreams and emotions, travelers in infinity. And, truly, the work of the Creator is perfect. We just have to open the eyes of the soul, look, appreciate... Let's inspire Life! We are free!
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