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Saturday, February 11, 2012
Friday, February 10, 2012
The Frozen Sun -Winter in Romania
The shelter has given dawn to the light
Wind walker has taken the after sight
Aloof in the snow on a cloudy day
Lost in the woods and there's nothing left to say
A spirit is seen in the the frozen sun
Human condition has become undone
KALAS - The frozen SUN
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Winter in Romania -White Thoughts
Black snow was falling. The tree line shone when I turned to see -
Then, a thick silence descends, and my every gesture leaves a comet tail in the heavens.
And I hear evey glance I cast as it echoes against some tree.
How transparent your hands are in winter!
My nostrils tremble and no scent and no breeze
...only the distant, icy smell of the suns.
And no one passes -
He offered me a branch like an arm.
I passed through him. He passed through me. I remained a solitary tree.
I could hear his sap quicken, beating like blood. He could hear my blood slacken like rising sap.
The field stretched on its back, near the horizon,
Full of ice
and the trees stopped running from the winter wind ...
Stuck in ice...
and the thought spreads in circles
ringing the trees...
....and the Sea.
...Then we met more often.
I stood at one side of the hour,
you at the other,
like two handles of an amphora.
Only the words flew between us,
back and forth.
You could almost see their swirling,
and suddenly,
I would lower a knee,
and touch my elbow to the ground
to look at the grass, bent
by the falling of some word,
as though by the paw of a lion in flight.
The words spun between us,
back and forth,
and the more I missed you, the more
they continued, this whirl almost seen,
the structure of matter, the beginnings of things.
I stood at one side of the hour,
you at the other,
like two handles of an amphora.
Only the words flew between us,
back and forth.
You could almost see their swirling,
and suddenly,
I would lower a knee,
and touch my elbow to the ground
to look at the grass, bent
by the falling of some word,
as though by the paw of a lion in flight.
The words spun between us,
back and forth,
and the more I missed you, the more
they continued, this whirl almost seen,
the structure of matter, the beginnings of things.
N. Stanescu /From the book "Bas-Relief with Heroes"
english translation by Thomas Carlson and Vasile Poenaru.
Freezing rain is the name given to rain that falls when surface temperatures are below freezing. The raindrops become supercooled while passing through a sub-freezing layer of air, many hundred feet (or meters), just above the surface, and then freeze upon impact with any object they encounter.(wiki)
freezing rain (ploaieîngheţată) este destul de rar, însă nu total neobişnuit pentru România.
Fenomenul se formează din cauză că în straturile înalte ale atmosferei temperaturile cresc, iar la nivelul solului, unde sunt temperaturi sub zero grade, ploaia se transformă imediat în gheaţă. Astfel, în urma freezing rain, se formează o crustă subţire de gheaţă.
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