And yet life is a theater

Royal Club for Literature and Peace 

And yet life is a theater

Daniela Marian 

And yet life is a theater

Voices are heard, billions.

Or iscat galcelvi.

Broken eardrums. 

Chaos broke out.

Silence gives me hope

And when I can't keep up,

Of life with darkness, waves,

I banish helplessness, I have hope.

I sit at the window and look at the stars,

you can hear it at night

disharmonious cry

An owl was caught in a rope.

I am a poor mortal, 

And I feel my heart ache.

I silently open a sanctuary, 

Deep in my thoughts.

And what do they care...-they can't hear me.

I brighten my days alone

In silence I meditate, purify myself,

Maybe through my prayer to heaven

And those who forget that they are immortal.

And yet, life is a theater.

I played a character

They are deaf or they pretend to be.

We draw the curtain, the masks return...

Or dressed in mourning.

Bring peace to the oasis of night.

On holy ground...

Emb.dr.

© Daniela Marian 

Romania - 12.08.2023

documentation: Waffaa Badarneh