| = Way of yours|
|disappearAnce, you meen|
Anca Veronica Anghel
|Welcome , welcome and I'm eager to read your English poems, although I know that you "feel" better in Romanian.|
| = tiny|
|A bit on the outskirts of reason... reminding of the dada|
You are shocking in your writing, quite brutal sometimes, and I feel some sense of anxiety in your poem.
You tend to minimalise your self-within-the-poem... an observer, tiny but accurate, pointing at the faults of the human...
| = nice to meet you, too|
|Twinkle, twinkle, Little Star...|
Next time the firmament...
How about a little heart, for a change?
| = Here I am|
Now in English too! :)
Let me tell you something, I like the image created by the poem, but I don't like its shape, is like thoughts on a piece of paper...that's my opinion. And I also don't like the use of too manny colours: yellow, white, pink... Ah, I also think that a rainy atmosphere is already British.
Talk to you soon! :)
| = splendid|
|wonderful poem. you made me happy today. thank you! see you for real comments.|
| = beautiful|
|"I'll be the pale pink in your marble carnival of dreams"... I'm speechless. Extraordinarily beautiful!|
| = God, flesh poems.....|
|"with all my flesh poems" --> lost balance. Literally. Great.|