Dear Readers and Authors,
I am happy to announce that our magazine is five years old today!
I published the first issue of the magazine on January 15, 2016. I knew I was in for the long run. Still, I didn't think about where the magazine would be in five years.
Well, it is still here and growing stronger.
I have had the chance to read many talented authors, and I am grateful to all of them. Without you, this magazine would have amounted to nothing.
You deserve all the accolades and praises. You created a literary universe that wouldn't have been possible without you.
Thank you from all my heart!
January 15 is the birthdate of the most famous Romanian poet, Mihai Eminescu, and that is why I chose this date for the launch of this magazine.
Mihai Eminescu, considered by most a true genius, moved hearts and made minds think. Numerous people learned Romanian only to be able to read his poems in his native language. His presence enriched the world literary universe.
He might not have lived long, but his poems will live forever.
I invite you to read one of his poems.
If you want to know more about Mihai Eminescu, also check Wikipedia:
I invite you to read more poems in English translation on this site: https://www.gabrielditu.com/eminescu/contents.asp for more of Mihai Eminescu's poems.
I will paste one of his poems here, repeating that the poem is a quote from the site mentioned above:
A DACIAN'S PRAYER
When death did not exist, nor yet eternity,
Before the seed of life had first set living free,
When yesterday was nothing, and time had not begun,
And one included all things, and all was less than one,
When sun and moon and sky, the stars, the spinning earth
Were still part of the things that had not come to birth
And You quite lonely stood... I ask myself with awe,
Who is this mighty God we bow ourselves before.
Ere yet the Gods existed already He was God
And out of endless water with fire the lightning shed;
He gave the Gods their reason, and joy to earth did bring,
He brought to man forgiveness, and set salvation's spring.
Lift up your hearts in worship, a song of praise en freeing,
He is the death of dying, the primal birth of being.
To him I owe my eyes that I can see the dawn,
To him I owe my heart wherein is pity born;
When ever I hear the tempest, I hear him pass along
Midst multitude of voices raised in a holy song,
And yet of his great mercy I beg still one behest:
That I at last be taken to his eternal rest.
Be curses on the fellow who would my praise acclaim.
But blessings upon him who does my soul defame;
Believe no matter whom who slanders my renown,
Give power to the arm that lifts to strike me down
Let him upon the earth above all others loom
Who steals away the stone that lies upon my tomb.
Hunted by humanity, let me my whole life fly
Until I feel from weeping my very eyes are dry;
Let everyone detest me no matter where I go,
Until from persecution myself I do not know;
Let misery and horror my heart transform to stone,
That I may hate my mother, in whose love I have grown;
Till hating and deceiving for me with love will vie,
And I forget my suffering, and learn at last to die.
Dishonoured let me perish, an outcast among men;
My body less than worthy to block the gutter then,
And may, o God of mercy, a crown of diamonds wear
The one who gives my heart the hungry dogs to tear,
While for the one who in my face does callous fling a cloud
In your eternal kingdom reserve a place, o God.
Thus only, gracious Father, can I requitance give
That you from your great bounty vouched me the joy to live
To gain eternal blessings my head I do not bow,
But rather ask that you in hating compassion show.
Till comes at last the evening, your breath will mine efface,
And into endless nothing I go, and leave no trace.
Corneliu M. Popescu
I will also attach one of his photo (always from Wikipedia):
To bring joy to readers everywhere.