words create worlds
Oricine are dreptul la speranţa pentru un “mâine”. Oricine are dreptul să viseze ce va face cu “mâine” chiar şi într-un “azi” care poate fi trist. Atât de trist. Oricine are dreptul şi libertatea de a visa, de a-şi imagina ce va face cu “mâinele” său. La fel cum fiecare poate alege ce vrea în
Aşa a fost să fie, ca într-o singură săptămână să mi se “întâmple” două… cum să le numesc, experienţe culturale? Trăiri artistice?… Renunţ să mai caut vreo asociere şi încerc să mă apropii de povestea de joi seară, de astă dată întâmplată la un cinematograf. Dacă marţi am fost la teatru, la Ubuntu: Anatomia emoţiilor
The poem and its song – A.I. experiment Absolutely never ever had I imagined transforming my poetry into songs! Nor that I would one day accept Artificial Intelligence as a creator – specifically, in this case, a composer! Yet, the story goes like this: It came to me, or over me. It was a present.
Maybe the present madness, the context, something turned on the light on this unfinished play I wrote in 2016. The following is an extract from a previously posted article – here. GEORGE You said you entertain people… So do what you know. (after Ace’s first seven lines, George will start beating the drums he keeps
I admit, I was very surprised last night seeing the stats on this blog and the very many times this little poem has been read over the past week or so. What is happening? How come that you are reading this poem and not necessarily others (you know, I posted some other poems in English
Worlds of Words 