Monthly Archives: January 2017

As good as spring

Posted on January 31, 2017 by Iulia Halatz — 13 Comments

“When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest. The only thing that could spoil a day was people and if you could keep from making engagements, each day had no limits. People…

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Posted in Blog de companie, Quote, Visible stories

Iron Tale

Posted on January 28, 2017 by Iulia Halatz — 16 Comments

Forest stars gleam and tremble over ancient haggard trees. Stories are locked in hollows. When trying to read eyes dart from the dark blinking of horrors and foul dreams. It takes a lot to follow the rainbow on paths infamous…

Tagged with: by Iulia Halatz, Iron Tales, Magdalena Korzeniewska, poem, poetry
Posted in Invisible stories, Iron Tales, My poems, Wordsmith

Engleza de joi/ Nightingale

Posted on January 26, 2017 by Iulia Halatz — 12 Comments

Nightingale = a small brown European bird that sings a beautiful song especially at night. A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds. – Percy Bysshe Shelley …

Great Expectations

Posted on January 24, 2017 by Iulia Halatz — 6 Comments

Charles Dickens was right. We are crushed by our great expectations. Eventually we are left with the bleak light as reflected in the shards of our broken dreams. What about success? If expectations pair with our dreams, we retain a…

Whatever

Posted on January 21, 2017 by Iulia Halatz — 8 Comments

Whatever I consider important The trees don’t care. Wherever I shed my tears The flowers don’t know. Some days have the glitter of butterflies’ wings Some glint like the fires of Mordor. Some have the clear shine of truth Drifting…

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Posted in Invisible stories, My poems, Wordsmith

Engleza de joi/ Wither

Posted on January 19, 2017 by Iulia Halatz — 8 Comments

Wither = to become weak and dry and decay. All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost. –…

The meaning of the night

Posted on January 14, 2017 by Iulia Halatz — 1 Comment

As I cannot paint I write about the meaning of the night… And being poor I draw my colours off the shadows in the meadows of Tomorrow. Monsters living in a dream color touches on my lips passing secrets with…

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Posted in Invisible stories, My poems, Wordsmith

Engleza de joi/ Eloquence

Posted on January 12, 2017 by Iulia Halatz — 8 Comments

Eloquence = the quality of forceful or persuasive expressiveness. “The less there is of eloquence, the more there is of love.” ― Charles Perrault, January 12, 1628 – May 16, 1703 …

When the pen thrives

Posted on January 10, 2017 by Iulia Halatz — 2 Comments

We inhabit stories, real, our lives, and surreal, our fantasies and dreams. We live between the haves and the have-nots, between failure and achievements on the grind to success. We are on each side of to fail and to thrive. Do we have…

Together

Posted on January 7, 2017 by Iulia Halatz — 4 Comments

Give your heart but to whom Shall desire. Allow your joy to be received with greatest care and tunes of innocence. Strengthen the bond of yourselves but to surpass the nameless peril of Deception. Name the mirror in which you…