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  November 2013
volume 10 number 2
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Daniela Voicu
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    Daniela Voicu is a Romanian poet, novelist and painter. Her poems have been published in Cuget Liber, Agero Stuttgart, New York Magazine, Curentul International, Revista Luceafarul, Pagini Romanesti in Noua Zeelanda, and Pheonix Mission and more. Her work has been published in various anthologies, including Tears of Ink, The Poetry of War and Peace, Words on the Winds of Change, Just a Dream, and Reflections on a Blue Planet etc.
    She has collections of poems published: Poems of Angels (2006), Blue in Vitro ( 2012), Surfing Silence (2012), and, Windows without dreams (E-book 2012)
    In 2009, she founded the international journal of culture and literature, Cuib Nest Nido; and in 2011 she founded the international poetry festival of music and contemporary art, "The Art to be Human in Switzerland."
    Since 2009, she has been a member of the Writers' League of Romania.

   

 

Raining

It's raining
cold, aggressive rain
towards an impossible horizon.
Lost feelings sing the drops in dissipated jazz,
beyond searching against the wind.
Far away, the ocean reads the inferno:
sunset in sailors' eyes,
witches hanging on poles like tired birds,
sometimes snapping in the wind.
Not complaining like lost virgins,
the rain, a perfect nude,
waits for the artist's hands.
You can shape the rain?

copyright 2013 Daniela Voicu