Showing posts with label Anca Mihaela Bruma. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Anca Mihaela Bruma. Show all posts

Friday, June 14, 2019

Anca Mihaela Bruma writes


My Life’s Scriptures



...And the Time came to write my forgotten Scriptures...

Fragments of Myself were scattered on different pictures...



Everything became concentric, grasping moments of the Past,

And I understood... only Existence could make "Nothing" a verb to last!...
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fragments -- Loui Jover

Friday, May 3, 2019

Anca Mihaela Bruma writes and recites

I Feel You!...


I feel you in everything...
in the glorious nights inside your incandescent eyes
where butterflies knit my dreams and compass my heartbeats.

I feel you in everything...
while resting your sigh in the corner of a letter
and the blue grass kneels at the border between dream and spring.

I feel you in everything...
in the rhythmical sunsets of your absences and prologues,
within your unspoken words turned into sleepless stones.

I feel you in everything...
when I conjugate your breath with my acoustic verses,
in the silence of your footsteps, on the tip of my eyes.

I feel you in everything...
when I swallow the octave of your presence,
a fluorescent beauty rustling in theatrical infuses.

I feel you in everything...
in all scarlet concentric moments of the past,
in the euphoric tempo of samsaric and philharmonic sensations.

I feel you in everything...
in all your silent similarities and rippled reflections,
when your thoughts are juxtaposed with the pattern of my breathing.

I feel you in everything...
when your restlessness rotates inside my lyrical veins
and I wonder behind my face highlighting your insights.

I feel you in everything...
during all echoless autumns and multiplied mornings,
when you come to resurrect me from my own lasting winter.

I feel you in everything...
when I write this letter now and seal it with a kiss!
Mon chéri! It has been grown inside my heart!...


Starring Raluca Irod
Johnny Alici (music)

Friday, March 29, 2019

Anca Mihaela Bruma


Hypnotic Dreams

Between brief interludes and hypnotic sensations,

Your name orbits around all temptations...

Lost between the verbs and all translations, 

Your fingertips orchestrate my own salvations...

Like a karmic explosion imbued with incantations,
You came to show me the quantum fascinations...
...

Albrecht Dürer, Melencolia I, 1514, detail of Melencolia. Sterling and Francine Clark Art Institute, Williamstown, MA.  

Melencolia I -- Albrecht Dürer