Luana Stebule I have now been living and creating for a nearly a decade in the United Kingdom. My works previously included many projects for theatrical stage settings, mural paintings, together with 24 solo and 37 shared exhibitions in Europe: Italy, Spain, Switzerland, Lithuania, Hungary, Poland, England and in the United States. To briefly recap I was born in Lithuania, […]
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প্রায় অন্ধকার সনেটগুচ্ছ ১ দাঁড়িয়েছ দরজার বাইরেএখন তোমাকে আমি কোথায় বসাই ?তুমি তো বলেছ হেসেকবির রুগ্ন বাসা তোমাকে মানায় এ ঘর অন্ধকার এ ঘর পুকুর,বিছানায় উবু হয়ে অপমান বসেতুমি তো রেখেছ মাথা ব্রাত্য বুকেতেহায় প্রেম চাদরেতে তারা যায় খসে দাঁড়িয়েছ ঘরের মাঝেএখন তোমাকে আমি কীভাবে খাওয়াই ?ও ঠোঁট ফলের মততোমাকে ছুঁলেই কেন পাপ পাপ ভয় ? দাঁড়িয়েছ মনের ভেতর বৃক্ষজননীহায় […]
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TEARS OF POETRY In your heart’s glacial fire, sadly blossom the daisiesWhich poem I would fit in with my wistful heartIn your unfaithful heart, there are pansies.My own mind does not take my adviceMy hopes melt in snow flake starsI took out from the chest the naphthalic embroideryRains fall on my memory.Time’s artery is cut, it bleedsIt leaks into terebentine […]
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[ gtranslate] You Smell of Freedom As You Cry My helianthus flowers that reared upI am yielded to your cryRuined cities are bile green The bloodbath of foals isn’t made an entry into the booksThey are buried in a fragile timeRivers whose criminal record is seen It takes shelter in a foam that leafed out from the skyUnrest. the truth […]
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Waiter! the last time she kissed was a wine bottle. the tongue is a leak-proof gadgetwith a gradual eavesdropping:“I’m dying of dissatisfaction!” she counted the organs reproducing at her doorstepwith a hope for a feeling of a falling star,sheep fell instead, the exploding light bulbsthe last message was about the power supply:“Dear customer, the bill payment due is…” the last […]
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Scars After a senselessstruggle for freedomthat often excludesthe view of eternity,kneeling smiles remain,hats miss meaninglessness,narrowed eyes of compassionseek excuses in thunderswho do not recognize weakness. Because of victoriesthat can’t be heldbetween the palms,their goblets mixedwith poison.In front of the doorwithout guards and padlocks– the scars heal on their own.By prayer Knight of Mercy In the glasseye of hesitation,dies the trail […]
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Silence Old age has passed away.They wove a wreath and decorated the transcendental.On earthThe clouds never metthat’s why the rain did not water the earth.It had not be done.Do not be sorry.The voice is not brought by the windunder the gray window.It was forgotten through the past nightmares.Today it was passed by.Tomorrow will meet the light.Patience.Nature in a whileWill warethe […]
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Dancing in darkness The journey is idleit becomes a boundary on our facestalking on roofs ‒ where wecan hear nothingsurrounded by doors without sky and the inner has no answersonly the still warm imprintof which true ‒ uneven ‒ departuresromance…and what you feel thendancing in darkness, staying there. (English translation by Ute Margaret Saine, California) We could be We could […]
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Empty The wind has its logic..And you walk against saltiness of time.The place smells croaks in you.You spin your death by hands of holes.You stick to the wind hissingYour self burnt on the flame of fragmentationYou create your ceremonies in mixing the tears by the fantom foamYour crushed myth rises from the poem hell Go up Go […]
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Silence silence is the word for the loversThey use it everywhereThey use long pausesDream like sequence to describe a lifeThey dont know anything about this bloody worldThey have their own demonsOwn spirits and angles Describing pain like birds flying in an empty spaceGiving up everything for funLovers are going nowhere with their lifeThey are happy with their delusions, trust entrenched in […]
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