O PASĂRE CU ARIPILE DESCHISE CĂTRE VERS
A BIRD WITH OPEN WINGS TO VERSE

Summary/Abstract: Reading Theola Ioana Luțoiu’s book, I asked myself at the end of some pages: how can we learn today the authentic gesture of resting, at least once, a hand on a shoulder shaken from the inside by endless loneliness? Or to BE ourselves, in the moment called now, a shoulder to rest serenely or a gentle gaze for a forsaken and wandering thought, for a bleeding pain?! For the bitterness of the fallen in the deep weight of the terrible clouds that seem insurmountable... When will we decide to stop, even for a moment, from the rush of years and place our heart next to the tear of another heart, located in the abyss? When will we understand the depth of the meaning of the unforgettable Word of LOVE:”weep with those who weep” (Romans 12: 15)

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