tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16918663712213880692012-01-27T09:17:09.441+02:00Maria Tirenescuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04246884227989796742noreply@blogger.comBlogger491100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691866371221388069.post-35420557150669436102012-01-27T09:05:00.006+02:002012-01-27T09:17:09.449+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OfHypvljGuc/TyJNVk-qsJI/AAAAAAAABhA/xP4gwK5cxCE/s1600/om4.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 308px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702205111303581842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OfHypvljGuc/TyJNVk-qsJI/AAAAAAAABhA/xP4gwK5cxCE/s320/om4.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9bNhxRW5XO4/TyJNPrDPOqI/AAAAAAAABg0/T-KILr49BtU/s1600/om3.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 310px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702205009854151330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9bNhxRW5XO4/TyJNPrDPOqI/AAAAAAAABg0/T-KILr49BtU/s320/om3.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yzXsjdBX_co/TyJNJfb6BHI/AAAAAAAABgo/bwQWzHJv42Y/s1600/om2.JPG"></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0G2y7ADImnA/TyJNDNDM-wI/AAAAAAAABgc/IHC26kFsJrQ/s1600/om1.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702204795642510082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0G2y7ADImnA/TyJNDNDM-wI/AAAAAAAABgc/IHC26kFsJrQ/s320/om1.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>copii lângă bloc –<br />omul lor de zăpadă<br />cu ochii roşii</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691866371221388069-3542055715066943610?l=iarnamaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Tirenescuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04246884227989796742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691866371221388069.post-32150912041148139242012-01-19T12:32:00.001+02:002012-01-19T12:32:36.461+02:00<!-- Copy paste this HTML code in your webpage //--><br /><object id="calameo-viewer-000003524f8a389589a4c-1326968354" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" width="100%" height="500"><br /> <param name="movie" value="http://v.calameo.com/2.3/cviewer.swf?bkcode=000003524f8a389589a4c&amp;langid=en" /><br /> <param name="quality" value="high" /><br /> <param name="wmode" value="opaque" /><br /> <param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><br /> <param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><br /> <param name="swfversion" value="9.0.45.0" /><br /> <!--[if !IE]>--><br /> <object id="calameo-viewer-inner-000003524f8a389589a4c-1326968354" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://v.calameo.com/2.3/cviewer.swf?bkcode=000003524f8a389589a4c&amp;langid=en" width="100%" height="500"><br /> <!--<![endif]--><br /> <param name="quality" value="high" /><br /> <param name="wmode" value="opaque" /><br /> <param name="swfversion" value="9.0.45.0" /><br /> <param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><br /> <param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><br /> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://s1.calameoassets.com/calameo-v4/widgets/loader/cloader.js"></script><br /> <!--[if !IE]>--><br /> </object><br /> <!--<![endif]--><br /></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691866371221388069-3215091204114813924?l=iarnamaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Tirenescuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04246884227989796742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691866371221388069.post-17108453798624222042012-01-04T22:39:00.003+02:002012-01-19T12:33:01.701+02:00<strong>primul meu vis -<br />salvând animăluţe<br />din calea apei</strong><br /><br /><em>my first dream –<br />saving two little animals<br />on front of the waterway</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691866371221388069-1710845379862422204?l=iarnamaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Tirenescuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04246884227989796742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691866371221388069.post-34448647901964022282011-12-31T22:22:00.001+02:002012-01-04T21:27:59.961+02:00<!-- Copy paste this HTML code in your webpage //--><br /><object id="calameo-viewer-000003524ed1ed314ba5a-1325362805" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" width="100%" height="500"><br /> <param name="movie" value="http://v.calameo.com/2.3/cviewer.swf?bkcode=000003524ed1ed314ba5a&amp;langid=en" /><br /> <param name="quality" value="high" /><br /> <param name="wmode" value="opaque" /><br /> <param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><br /> <param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><br /> <param name="swfversion" value="9.0.45.0" /><br /> <!--[if !IE]>--><br /> <object id="calameo-viewer-inner-000003524ed1ed314ba5a-1325362805" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://v.calameo.com/2.3/cviewer.swf?bkcode=000003524ed1ed314ba5a&amp;langid=en" width="100%" height="500"><br /> <!--<![endif]--><br /> <param name="quality" value="high" /><br /> <param name="wmode" value="opaque" /><br /> <param name="swfversion" value="9.0.45.0" /><br /> <param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><br /> <param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><br /> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://s1.calameoassets.com/calameo-v4/widgets/loader/cloader.js"></script><br /> <!--[if !IE]>--><br /> </object><br /> <!--<![endif]--><br /></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691866371221388069-3444864790196402228?l=iarnamaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Tirenescuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04246884227989796742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691866371221388069.post-65527462665333832572011-12-31T21:07:00.001+02:002011-12-31T21:09:14.227+02:00<strong>Sunset —<br />the grandma’s glasses<br />at the candle<br /><br /># 129. Maria Tirenescu, RO<br /><br /><em>Apus de soare –<br />ochelarii bunicii<br />la lumânare</em><br /><br />After the requiem —<br />the grandpa’s photo<br />near the candle<br /><br /># 132. Maria Tirenescu, RO<br /><br /><em>După parastas –<br />poza bunicului<br />lângă lumânare</em><br /><br />Eve of Christmas —<br />a candle burning<br />at the window<br /><br /># 136. Maria Tirenescu, RO<br /><br /><em>Ajun de Crăciun –<br />o lumânare arde<br />la fereastră</em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://poetrywriting.org/Sketchbook6-6NovDec2011/0_Contents_Sketchbook_6-6_NovDec_2011_candles_Results_Haiku_Thread_Results.htm">http://poetrywriting.org/Sketchbook6-6NovDec2011/0_Contents_Sketchbook_6-6_NovDec_2011_candles_Results_Haiku_Thread_Results.htm</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691866371221388069-6552746266533383257?l=iarnamaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Tirenescuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04246884227989796742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691866371221388069.post-59550091741743760392011-12-18T23:55:00.001+02:002011-12-18T23:55:50.564+02:00<!-- Copy paste this HTML code in your webpage //--><br /><object id="calameo-viewer-000003524cc49e32497b8-1324244995" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" width="100%" height="500"><br /> <param name="movie" value="http://v.calameo.com/2.3/cviewer.swf?bkcode=000003524cc49e32497b8&amp;langid=en" /><br /> <param name="quality" value="high" /><br /> <param name="wmode" value="opaque" /><br /> <param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><br /> <param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><br /> <param name="swfversion" value="9.0.45.0" /><br /> <!--[if !IE]>--><br /> <object id="calameo-viewer-inner-000003524cc49e32497b8-1324244995" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://v.calameo.com/2.3/cviewer.swf?bkcode=000003524cc49e32497b8&amp;langid=en" width="100%" height="500"><br /> <!--<![endif]--><br /> <param name="quality" value="high" /><br /> <param name="wmode" value="opaque" /><br /> <param name="swfversion" value="9.0.45.0" /><br /> <param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><br /> <param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><br /> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://s1.calameoassets.com/calameo-v4/widgets/loader/cloader.js"></script><br /> <!--[if !IE]>--><br /> </object><br /> <!--<![endif]--><br /></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691866371221388069-5955009174174376039?l=iarnamaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Tirenescuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04246884227989796742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691866371221388069.post-52762068808061296242011-05-04T00:08:00.000+03:002011-05-04T00:10:12.396+03:00<a href="http://poetrywriting.org/Sketchbook6-1JanFeb2011/0_Contents_Sketchbook_6-1_JanFeb_2011_heart_s_Haiku_Thread.htm">http://poetrywriting.org/Sketchbook6-1JanFeb2011/0_Contents_Sketchbook_6-1_JanFeb_2011_heart_s_Haiku_Thread.htm</a><br /><br />Snow shimmering—<br />two hearts<br />pictured on the window<br /><br /># 152. Maria Tirenescu, RO<br /><br />Zăpada sclipeşte –<br />două inimi<br />desenate pe fereastră<br /><br /><br />Grandma sews a heart<br />on the grand-daughter’s bonnet—<br />it is snowing<br /><br /># 156. Maria Tirenescu, RO<br /><br />Bunica coase o inimă<br />pe căciuliţa nepoatei –<br />ninge<br /><br />It is snowing—<br />she dreams of a cake<br />like a heart<br /><br /># 158. Maria Tirenescu, RO<br /><br />Ninge –<br />ea visează un tort<br />ca o inimă<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691866371221388069-5276206880806129624?l=iarnamaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Tirenescuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04246884227989796742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691866371221388069.post-31737849704258020102011-02-27T20:32:00.001+02:002011-12-18T23:57:17.292+02:00<object id="calameo-viewer-000003524ff068a2b0db0-1298831567" width="520" height="380"><param name="movie" value="http://v.calameo.com/2.1/cviewer.swf?bkcode=000003524ff068a2b0db0&amp;langid=en"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><embed src="http://v.calameo.com/2.1/cviewer.swf?bkcode=000003524ff068a2b0db0&amp;langid=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="520" height="380"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691866371221388069-3173784970425802010?l=iarnamaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Tirenescuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04246884227989796742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691866371221388069.post-4543103567197227382011-02-13T23:19:00.000+02:002011-02-13T23:19:52.489+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hOqSn5FA6vs/TVhK7VsQOAI/AAAAAAAAB9k/npApqJKNhcs/s1600/IMG_0074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hOqSn5FA6vs/TVhK7VsQOAI/AAAAAAAAB9k/npApqJKNhcs/s320/IMG_0074.JPG" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691866371221388069-454310356719722738?l=iarnamaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Tirenescunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691866371221388069.post-14718739219774451242011-02-13T23:05:00.004+02:002011-02-13T23:11:16.825+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-58B8aU3577s/TVhIn8g0LnI/AAAAAAAAB9E/GMCieEtqiqk/s1600/IMG_0056.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-58B8aU3577s/TVhIn8g0LnI/AAAAAAAAB9E/GMCieEtqiqk/s320/IMG_0056.JPG" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691866371221388069-1471873921977445124?l=iarnamaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Tirenescunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691866371221388069.post-67406322937793353292011-02-05T19:37:00.003+02:002011-02-05T19:41:43.904+02:00<strong><em>Un jour, grand-père jette<br />quelques pommes rouges et gelées –
<br />une grive litorne arrive</em><br /><br />Într-o zi bunicul aruncă<br />nişte mere roşii şi îngheţate -<br />soseşte un sturz (cocoşar)</strong><br /> <br />din Ploc! nr. 21<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691866371221388069-6740632293779335329?l=iarnamaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Tirenescuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04246884227989796742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691866371221388069.post-79062748661196494362011-01-31T09:57:00.000+02:002011-01-31T09:58:29.623+02:00Flori de gheaţă-n geam –<br />ghionoaia loveşte <br />ramura de măr<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691866371221388069-7906274866119649436?l=iarnamaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Tirenescuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04246884227989796742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691866371221388069.post-9990698956380851322011-01-31T09:55:00.001+02:002011-01-31T10:00:24.161+02:00Ziua în declin –<br />în vântul ce adie<br />răzleţi fulgi de nea<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691866371221388069-999069895638085132?l=iarnamaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Tirenescuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04246884227989796742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691866371221388069.post-45246287619743576752011-01-31T09:45:00.001+02:002011-01-31T09:54:41.324+02:00Nici un nor pe cer –<br />un bocanc fără şiret<br />lângă gardul rupt<br /><br />No cloud in the sky –<br />a boot without shoelace<br />at the broken paling<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691866371221388069-4524628761974357675?l=iarnamaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Tirenescuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04246884227989796742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691866371221388069.post-76536120910578578772011-01-31T09:42:00.002+02:002011-01-31T09:45:22.741+02:00Orion pe cer –<br />motanul alb miorlăie<br />din podul şurii<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691866371221388069-7653612091057857877?l=iarnamaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Tirenescuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04246884227989796742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691866371221388069.post-70162053756804663182011-01-30T23:05:00.003+02:002011-12-18T23:57:50.382+02:00<div><object id="calameo-viewer-0000035248f91e570db75-1296421136" width="520" height="380"><param name="movie" 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value="http://v.calameo.com/2.1/cviewer.swf?bkcode=0000035242a20d2ab52e9&amp;langid=en" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><embed src="http://v.calameo.com/2.1/cviewer.swf?bkcode=0000035242a20d2ab52e9&amp;langid=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="520" height="380"></embed></object></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691866371221388069-3516174460262689014?l=iarnamaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Tirenescuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04246884227989796742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691866371221388069.post-34973722174879843102011-01-05T12:08:00.000+02:002011-01-05T12:09:25.288+02:00Maria Tirenescu (Romania) 　<br />マリア ・ティレネスキュ （ルーマニア）<br /><br />New Year concert –　　　　　　　　　　　　<br />a boot without shoelace　　　　　　　　　<br />at the broken paling　　　<br />　　　　　　　　<br />壊れたクイの所で<br />ニューイヤーコンサート<br />靴ひものないブーツ<br /><br /><em>Concert de Anul Nou –<br />un bocanc fără şiret<br />lângă gardul dărâmat<br /></em><br />The brink of New Year –　　　　　　<br />the woodpecker pecking 　　　　　　　　<br />an old cherry tree　　　　　<br />　　　　　　　　<br />新年間際 ―<br />啄木鳥がつついている<br />古い桜の木を<br /><br /><em>Anul Nou în prag –<br />ciocănitoarea bate cu ciocul<br />în cireşul bătrân</em><br /><br />din <a href="http://akitahaiku.wordpress.com/">http://akitahaiku.wordpress.com/</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691866371221388069-3497372217487984310?l=iarnamaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Tirenescuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04246884227989796742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691866371221388069.post-29893266921291542172010-03-13T11:35:00.006+02:002010-03-13T11:52:35.035+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-3Bxo2EfH8/S5tgDHFOLAI/AAAAAAAABz0/r04gU_XFMQc/s1600-h/turtur5.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 176px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448053780791569410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-3Bxo2EfH8/S5tgDHFOLAI/AAAAAAAABz0/r04gU_XFMQc/s320/turtur5.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-3Bxo2EfH8/S5teSoqFeKI/AAAAAAAABzs/18Ph-AncQ2s/s1600-h/turtur4.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 239px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448051848479340706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-3Bxo2EfH8/S5teSoqFeKI/AAAAAAAABzs/18Ph-AncQ2s/s320/turtur4.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691866371221388069-2989326692129154217?l=iarnamaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Tirenescunoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691866371221388069.post-36832999932562714892010-03-07T22:41:00.000+02:002010-03-07T22:43:53.268+02:00<strong>Fotografia bunicii –<br />cireşul de lângă poartă<br />alb de chiciură <br /><br /><em>Photo de grand - mère -<br />le cerisier près de la porte <br />blanc de givre</strong></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691866371221388069-3683299993256271489?l=iarnamaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Tirenescunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691866371221388069.post-24934342065127306992010-03-05T23:21:00.002+02:002010-03-05T23:30:22.440+02:00<strong>Noapte geroasă –<br />ţârâitul greierului<br />în dosul sobei</strong><br /><br /><strong><em>Nuit de gel –<br />le chant du grillon<br />derrière le poêle</em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691866371221388069-2493434206512730699?l=iarnamaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Tirenescunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691866371221388069.post-68787869270119213322010-02-28T22:25:00.001+02:002010-03-02T22:00:35.811+02:00<strong>Silence à l’aube –<br />un raisin gelé sur l’espalier<br />et une mésange<br /><br />Ploc! No. 12 <br /><br /><em> Linişte în zori –<br />un strugure îngheţat<br />şi un piţigoi</em></strong><br /><br /><strong>Silence at dawn – <br />a frozen grape <br />and a titmouse </strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691866371221388069-6878786927011921332?l=iarnamaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Tirenescunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691866371221388069.post-26737845789533957302010-02-15T09:48:00.001+02:002010-03-02T22:05:42.527+02:00<strong>În zorii zilei –<br />la streaşina cabanei<br />sclipesc ţurţuri<br /><br /><em>At daybreak –<br />on the eaves of the home<br />glittering icicles</em><br /><br />O picătură<br />căzând dintr-un ţurţure –<br />curcubeu în zori<br /><br /><em>One drop<br />falling from an icicle –<br />rainbow at dawn</em><br /><br />În zorii zilei<br />ţipete de pescăruşi –<br />ţurţuri la geamuri<br /><br /><em>At dawn<br />the shuts of sea gulls<br />icicles at windows</em><br /><br />Poc! Un ţurţure<br />se sparge-n zeci de bucăţi.<br />Ce m-am speriat!<br /><br />Se lasă seara –<br />la colţul blocului<br />doar un ţurţure</strong><br /><br /><strong><em>Evening is falling –<br />at the corner of block<br />only one icicle</em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691866371221388069-2673784578953395730?l=iarnamaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Tirenescunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691866371221388069.post-74335485215830061352010-01-24T17:42:00.003+02:002010-02-15T09:51:17.111+02:00<strong>Snowstorm in the night—<br />the children await the news<br />at the radio<br /><br /></strong><strong><em>Viscol în noapte –<br />copiii ascultă ştirile<br />la radio</em><br /><br />Winter solstice—<br />the last passer-by<br />crossing by the slush<br /><br /></strong><strong><em>Solstiţiu de iarnă –<br />ultimul trecător<br />păşind prin zloată</em><br /><br />Longest night—<br />the grandmother spins the wool<br />at the window<br /><br /></strong><strong><em>Cea mai lungă noapte –<br />bunica toarce lână<br />la fereastră</em><br /><br />Winter solstice—<br />listening to the rhapsody<br />on the old gramophone<br /></strong><br /><strong><em>Solstiţiu de iarnă -<br />ascultând rapsodia<br />la vechiul gramofon</em><br /><br />Footmarks<br />on the frosted snow—<br />the shortest day<br /><br /></strong><strong><em>Urmele paşilor<br />pe zăpada îngheţată –<br />cea mai scurtă zi</em><br /><br />At the trellis<br />a bird eats frosted grape—<br />the solstice’s day<br /><br /></strong><strong><em>Pe spalier<br />o pasăre mănâncă strugurele îngheţat –<br />ziua solstiţiului</em><br /></strong><br /><a href="http://poetrywriting.org/Sketchbook4-5SepOct09/0_Contents_Sketchbook_4-5_NovDec_2009_winter_solstice_Haiku_Thread.htm">http://poetrywriting.org/Sketchbook4-5SepOct09/0_Contents_Sketchbook_4-5_NovDec_2009_winter_solstice_Haiku_Thread.htm</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691866371221388069-7433548521583006135?l=iarnamaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Tirenescunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691866371221388069.post-67638829003292961072009-06-26T21:51:00.003+03:002010-02-14T23:49:20.673+02:00<strong>He and she<br />is waiting for the silver wedding –<br />it is snowing among the mountains<br /><br /><em>Ea şi el<br />aşteptând nunta de argint-<br />ninge printre munţi</em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><strong><em>din Sketchbook </em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691866371221388069-6763882900329296107?l=iarnamaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Tirenescunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691866371221388069.post-78970404033639011962009-04-04T14:36:00.004+03:002010-03-02T22:07:13.298+02:00<strong>Mésange affamé<br />dans un pommier enneigé –<br />aucune pomme<br /><br />Piţigoi flămând<br />într-un pom nins -<br />niciun măr</strong><br /><br /><br />Ploc! La revue du haïku n° 4<br /><a href="http://www.100pour100haiku.fr/revue_ploc/Ploc_revue_haiku_numero_4.pdf" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://www.100pour100haiku.fr/revue_ploc/Ploc_revue_haiku_numero_4.pdf</a><br /><br /><br /><strong>Hungry titmouse<br />in a snowed apple tree –<br />no apple</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691866371221388069-7897040403363901196?l=iarnamaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Tirenescunoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691866371221388069.post-2137062614123478232009-04-04T14:34:00.003+03:002010-03-02T22:08:25.673+02:00<strong>La porte s'ouvre –</strong><br /><strong>paisiblement pénètre</strong><br /><strong>le Nouvel an</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Uşa se deschide -</strong><br /><strong>în linişte intră</strong><br /><strong>Anul Nou</strong><br /><br />Ploc! La revue du haïku n° 4<br /><a href="http://www.100pour100haiku.fr/revue_ploc/Ploc_revue_haiku_numero_4.pdf" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://www.100pour100haiku.fr/revue_ploc/Ploc_revue_haiku_numero_4.pdf</a><br /><br /><strong>Door is opened –<br />on silence goes in<br />the New Year</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691866371221388069-213706261412347823?l=iarnamaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Tirenescunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691866371221388069.post-52481679407986563322009-04-04T14:31:00.002+03:002010-02-14T23:45:25.460+02:00<strong>Il neige dans la nuit –</strong><br /><strong>la grand-mère file de la laine</strong><br /><strong>en regardant par la vitre</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Ninge în noapte -</strong><br /><strong>bunica toarce lână</strong><br /><strong>privind pe geam</strong><br /><br />Ploc! La revue du haïku n° 4<br /><a href="http://www.100pour100haiku.fr/revue_ploc/Ploc_revue_haiku_numero_4.pdf" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://www.100pour100haiku.fr/revue_ploc/Ploc_revue_haiku_numero_4.pdf</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691866371221388069-5248167940798656332?l=iarnamaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Tirenescunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691866371221388069.post-75507454943269634732008-10-15T14:27:00.003+03:002010-02-14T23:41:50.277+02:00<strong>The boat swings –<br />I look toward the beach<br />among the seagulls</strong><br /><br /><a href="http://www.wonderhaikuworlds.com/posts/view/5864">http://www.wonderhaikuworlds.com/posts/view/5864</a><br /><br /><strong>Vaporul se leagănă –<br />privesc spre ţărm<br />printre pescăruşi</strong><br /><br /><br /><a name="5892">Hindi translation by </a>Rebba Singh:<br /><strong>naav jhulae -<br />maein daekhun tat<br />seagullon ke beech</strong><br /><br /><strong>2</strong><br /><strong>Angry sea<br />strikes the beach –<br />the icicles ashore</strong><br /><a href="http://wonderhaikuworlds.com/posts/view/5866">http://wonderhaikuworlds.com/posts/view/5866</a><br /><br /><strong>Marea furioasă<br />loveşte ţărmul –<br />ţurţuri pe ţărm</strong><br /><br />Hindi translation by Rebba Singh:<br /><strong>krodhit saagar<br />patakae kinaara -<br />himlam tat par<br /></strong><br />3<br /><strong>Trout waiting<br />in the bleak running water –<br />among the snow-banks</strong><br /><br /><a href="http://poetrywriting.org/Sketchbook3-8Aug08/0_Contents_Sketchbook_3-8_August_2008_Water_Haiku_Thread.htm">http://poetrywriting.org/Sketchbook3-8Aug08/0_Contents_Sketchbook_3-8_August_2008_Water_Haiku_Thread.htm</a><br /><br /><a href="http://wonderhaikuworlds.com/posts/view/6280">http://wonderhaikuworlds.com/posts/view/6280</a><br /><br /><strong>Crapul aşteaptă<br />în apa rece a râului -<br />printre troiene<br /></strong><br />Hindi translation by Rebba Singh:<br /><strong>intizaar mein satrangi machhali<br />tanhaa bahatey paani mein -<br />barafiley tatton ke beech </strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691866371221388069-7550745494326963473?l=iarnamaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Tirenescunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691866371221388069.post-18579445002551059612008-08-24T09:37:00.003+03:002011-12-19T00:01:22.500+02:00<object codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=" height="380" width="520" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"><param name="_cx" value="13758"><param name="_cy" value="10054"><param name="FlashVars" value=""><param name="Movie" value="http://www.calameo.com/viewer.swf?bkcode=00000352451040b3bafa9&amp;langid=en"><param name="Src" 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Tirenescunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691866371221388069.post-40703774866607357982008-03-09T09:29:00.005+02:002010-02-14T23:35:07.189+02:00<strong>Ninge spre seară –<br />pe drumul lăturalnic<br />nu-i decât un om</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691866371221388069-4070377486660735798?l=iarnamaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Tirenescunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691866371221388069.post-88456644590956726732008-03-09T09:26:00.005+02:002010-03-05T22:39:19.851+02:00<strong>Viscol în noapte –<br />bunica toarce privind<br />prin geamul tot mai mic</strong><br /><strong><br />Tempête dans la nuit –<br />la grand-mère égrène le fil<br />en regardant par la vitre à peine saisie</strong><br /><br /><strong>Storm in the night –<br />the grandmother spins the wool<br />looking by the smaller and smaller windows </strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691866371221388069-8845664459095672673?l=iarnamaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Tirenescunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691866371221388069.post-25161074576118958022008-03-09T09:24:00.004+02:002010-03-05T22:39:54.104+02:00<strong>Liniştea serii –</strong><br /><strong>ultimul trecător</strong><br /><strong>păşind prin zloată</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Silence de soir –<br />le dernier passant<br />marchant dans giboulée </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Peace of the evening –<br />the last passer-by<br />crossing by the slush</strong><br /><strong></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691866371221388069-2516107457611895802?l=iarnamaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Tirenescunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691866371221388069.post-9945083281792820092008-01-18T17:51:00.001+02:002010-02-14T23:31:04.584+02:00<strong>Lonely old man –<br />clinking a cup of wine<br />together with the grandma’s photo</strong><br /><br /><a href="http://www.wonderhaikuworlds.com/viewdetail.php?post=2903&amp;type=1">http://www.wonderhaikuworlds.com/viewdetail.php?post=2903&amp;type=1</a><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Bătrânul singur –<br />ciocnind o cupă de vin<br />cu poza babei</strong><br /><strong></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691866371221388069-994508328179282009?l=iarnamaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Tirenescunoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691866371221388069.post-7164981429556754932008-01-18T17:48:00.001+02:002010-02-14T23:29:39.775+02:00<strong>Falling slowly<br />above the village Sacel,<br />the last snowflakes.</strong><br />(Săcel - village in north of Romania)<br /><a href="http://www.wonderhaikuworlds.com/viewdetail.php?post=2905&amp;type=1">http://www.wonderhaikuworlds.com/viewdetail.php?post=2905&amp;type=1</a><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Tombant lentement<br />au-dessus du village Săcel,<br />les derniers flocons de neige.<br /></strong>(Săcel – village au nord de la Roumanie)<br /><a href="http://pages.videotron.com/haiku" target="_blank">http://pages.videotron.com/haiku</a><br /><br /><br /><strong>Căzând domol<br />deasupra comunei Săcel,<br />utimii fulgi de nea</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691866371221388069-716498142955675493?l=iarnamaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Tirenescunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691866371221388069.post-28350305381727406482007-12-27T16:31:00.001+02:002010-02-14T22:36:54.881+02:001<br /><strong>Multe cadouri</strong><br /><strong>lângă bradul de Crăciun –</strong><br /><strong>bunicul lipsă</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Beaucoup de cadeaux<br />près de sapin de Noël –<br />le grand-père est absent </strong><br /><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://haiku-tanka.aceboard.fr/237749-11012-6417-0-Concours-haiku-mois-decembre-2007.htm">http://haiku-tanka.aceboard.fr/237749-11012-6417-0-Concours-haiku-mois-decembre-2007.htm</a><br /><br /><strong>Many gifts<br />close to Christmas tree –<br />the grandfather misses</strong><br /><br />2<br /><strong>Urme de roţi<br />pe zăpada proaspătă –<br />răsare soarele<br /><br />Traces des roues<br />sur la neige fraîche –<br />le lever de soleil<br /></strong><br /><a href="http://haiku-tanka.aceboard.fr/237749-11012-6417-0-Concours-haiku-mois-decembre-2007.htm">http://haiku-tanka.aceboard.fr/237749-11012-6417-0-Concours-haiku-mois-decembre-2007.htm</a><br /><br /><strong>Traces of wheels<br />on the fresh snow –<br />sunrise<br /><br /></strong>3<br /><strong>Les beaux pruniers<br />ont chargé avec la neige –<br />route abandonnée<br /><br /></strong><a href="http://pagesperso-orange.fr/dominique.chipot/haikufrancophone/haiku_photos/photohaiku051arbreneige.html">http://pagesperso-orange.fr/dominique.chipot/haikufrancophone/haiku_photos/photohaiku051arbreneige.html</a><br /><br /><strong>Beautiful plum trees<br />loaded with snow -<br />abandoned road<br /><br />Frumoşii pruni<br />sunt încărcaţi cu zăpadă -<br />drum abandonat<br /></strong><br />4<br /><strong>From sleigh-riding<br />with the frozen hands –<br />heat of the radiator</strong><br /><br /><a href="http://www.wonderhaikuworlds.com/viewdetail.php?post=2223&amp;type=1">http://www.wonderhaikuworlds.com/viewdetail.php?post=2223&amp;type=1</a><br /><br /><strong>Du lugement<br />avec les mains gelées -<br />la chaleur du poêle<br /><br />De la săniuş<br />cu mâinile-ngheţate –<br />dogoarea sobei<br /></strong><br />5<br /><strong>First day of the year –<br />an arrow of bamboo<br />above the crowd<br /></strong><br /><a href="http://www.wonderhaikuworlds.com/viewdetail.php?post=1221&amp;type=1">http://www.wonderhaikuworlds.com/viewdetail.php?post=1221&amp;type=1</a><br /><br /><strong>Premier jour de l'année -<br />une flèche de bambou<br />au-dessus de la foule<br /><br />Prima zi din an –<br />o sageată de bambus<br />deasupra mulţimii<br /></strong><br />6<br /><strong>Hot tea<br />warming my hands –<br />it is snowing<br /></strong><br /><a href="http://www.wonderhaikuworlds.com/viewdetail.php?post=964&amp;type=1">http://www.wonderhaikuworlds.com/viewdetail.php?post=964&amp;type=1</a><br /><br /><strong>Ceaiul cald<br />încălzindu-mi mâinile –<br />ninge<br /><br />Le thé chaud<br />chauffant mes mains -<br />il neige<br /></strong><a href="http://haiku-tanka.aceboard.fr/237749-11012-6417-0-Concours-haiku-mois-decembre-2007.htm">http://haiku-tanka.aceboard.fr/237749-11012-6417-0-Concours-haiku-mois-decembre-2007.htm</a><br /><br />persian translation by Sarah:<br /><strong>chaye dagh<br />dast hayam ra garm mikonam-<br />barf mibarad<br /></strong><br />7<br /><strong>Blizzard –<br />the isolated houses<br />the abandoned cars<br /></strong><br /><a href="http://www.wonderhaikuworlds.com/viewdetail.php?post=963&amp;type=1">http://www.wonderhaikuworlds.com/viewdetail.php?post=963&amp;type=1</a><br /><br /><strong>Tempête de neige -<br />des maisons isolées<br />des voitures abandonnées<br /><br />Viforniţă –<br />case izolate<br />maşini abandonate<br /><br /></strong>8<br /><strong>Plum trees loaded<br />with fresh snow –<br />deserted road in sunrise<br /></strong><br /><a href="http://www.wonderhaikuworlds.com/viewdetail.php?post=614&amp;type=1">http://www.wonderhaikuworlds.com/viewdetail.php?post=614&amp;type=1</a><br /><br /><strong>Les pruniers<br />chargés avec la neige –<br />route abandonnée<br /><br />Pruni încărcaţi<br />cu zăpadă proaspătă –<br />drum pustiu în zori<br /></strong><br />persian translation by Sarah:<br /><strong>darakhtan e aloo<br />mamlo az barf<br />jadeh ye matrook dar toloo<br /></strong><br />9<br /><strong>Drying leaf<br />at the fresh snow -<br />sun among the clouds<br /><br />Une feuille morte<br />à la neige fraîche –<br />le soleil parmi les nuages<br /></strong><br /><strong>Frunză uscată<br />pe zăpada proaspătă –<br />soarele-ntre nori<br /><br /></strong>10<br /><strong>Like a fur cap<br />at the paternal house –<br />the first snow<br /><br />Comme un chapeau<br />sur la maison paternelle –<br />la première neige<br /><br />Ca o căciulă<br />pe casa bunicilor -<br />prima zăpadă </strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691866371221388069-2835030538172740648?l=iarnamaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Tirenescunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691866371221388069.post-4015307668311581192007-11-08T20:31:00.002+02:002010-02-14T23:15:28.812+02:00<strong>Parmi les rares branches<br />nids de corbeaux abandonnés -<br />le vent du soir</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Among the rare branches </strong><br /><strong>abandoned nests of crow - </strong><br /><strong>the wind of the evening</strong><br /><br /><strong>Printre crengile rare</strong><br /><strong>cuiburi abandonate de ciori -</strong><br /><strong>vântul serii</strong><br /><br /><strong></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691866371221388069-401530766831158119?l=iarnamaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Tirenescunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691866371221388069.post-78858619790933762702007-11-08T20:15:00.001+02:002010-02-14T23:12:11.776+02:00<strong>Banc de mon grand-père<br />est abandonnée en parc –<br />rien de nouveau</strong><br /><br /><a href="http://pagesperso-orange.fr/dominique.chipot/haikufrancophone/haiku_photos/photohaiku181bancdegrandpere.html">http://pagesperso-orange.fr/dominique.chipot/haikufrancophone/haiku_photos/photohaiku181bancdegrandpere.html</a><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Bench of my grandfather </strong><br /><strong>is abandoned in park - </strong><br /><strong>nothing again</strong><br /><br /><strong>Banca bunicului</strong><br /><strong>abandonată în parc -</strong><br /><strong>nimic nou</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691866371221388069-7885861979093376270?l=iarnamaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Tirenescunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691866371221388069.post-49215118258585542022007-11-03T21:31:00.001+02:002010-02-14T23:08:01.691+02:00<strong>Winter. Home alone,<br />listening to the rhapsody.<br />The old gramophone... </strong><br /><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://www.wonderhaikuworlds.com/viewdetail.php?post=750&amp;type=1">http://www.wonderhaikuworlds.com/viewdetail.php?post=750&amp;type=1</a><br /><br /><strong>Hiver. Seul à la maison,</strong><br /><strong>écoutant la rhapsodie.</strong><br /><strong>Le vieux phonographe...</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Iarna în casă<br />ascultând simfonia –<br />vechiul gramofon</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691866371221388069-4921511825858554202?l=iarnamaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Tirenescunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691866371221388069.post-67910241791221078082007-10-30T20:49:00.003+02:002010-02-14T23:04:09.929+02:00<strong>Finish of winter –<br />on the bag with haricot bean<br />the first weevil </strong><br /><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://www.wonderhaikuworlds.com/viewdetail.php?post=1214&amp;type=1">http://www.wonderhaikuworlds.com/viewdetail.php?post=1214&amp;type=1</a><br /><br /><strong>Fin de l'hiver -</strong><br /><strong>dans le sac avec l'haricot </strong><br /><strong>le premier charançon</strong><br /><strong><br />Sfârşitul iernii –<br />în sacul cu fasole<br />prima gargăriţă</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691866371221388069-6791024179122107808?l=iarnamaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Tirenescunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691866371221388069.post-14608213054795519212007-03-08T19:54:00.002+02:002010-02-14T23:02:00.607+02:00<strong>At daybreak -</strong><br /><strong>in an apple tree</strong><br /><strong>an unknown bird</strong><br /><br /><strong>Au point du jour - </strong><br /><strong>dans un pommier </strong><br /><strong>un oiseau inconnu<br /><br />În zori, numai alb –<br />într-un măr, o pasăre<br />necunoscută</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691866371221388069-1460821305479551921?l=iarnamaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Tirenescunoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691866371221388069.post-65531977414184361302007-03-08T19:52:00.001+02:002010-02-14T22:59:52.587+02:00<strong>Winter vespers.<br />The hermitage of the valley,<br />surounded by ravens. </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><a href="http://www.wonderhaikuworlds.com/viewdetail.php?post=545&amp;type=1">http://www.wonderhaikuworlds.com/viewdetail.php?post=545&amp;type=1</a><br /><br /><strong>Soir d'hiver.<br />L'ermitage de la vallée,<br />entouré par des corbeaux.</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><a href="http://haiku-tanka.aceboard.fr/237749-11012-6417-0-Concours-haiku-mois-decembre-2007.htm">http://haiku-tanka.aceboard.fr/237749-11012-6417-0-Concours-haiku-mois-decembre-2007.htm</a><br /><br /><strong>Seară de iarnă.<br />Înconjurat de corbi,<br />schitul din vale.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691866371221388069-6553197741418436130?l=iarnamaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Tirenescunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691866371221388069.post-49005851166823978572007-03-08T19:51:00.005+02:002010-02-14T22:57:51.789+02:00<strong>Over the white field<br />going a flock of black crows -<br />contrast at dusk<br /><br />Au-dessus du champ blanc<br />une bande de corneilles noires –<br />contrast au crépuscule </strong><br /><br /><a href="http://haiku-tanka.aceboard.fr/237749-11012-6417-0-Concours-haiku-mois-decembre-2007.htm">http://haiku-tanka.aceboard.fr/237749-11012-6417-0-Concours-haiku-mois-decembre-2007.htm</a><br /><br /><strong>Peste câmpul alb<br />trece-un stol de ciori negre –<br />contrast în amurg</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691866371221388069-4900585116682397857?l=iarnamaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Tirenescunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691866371221388069.post-9360670762745174562007-03-08T19:51:00.003+02:002010-02-14T22:54:57.240+02:00<strong>On the winter sky<br />countless stars –<br />the grandfather alone</strong><br /><br /><a href="http://www.wonderhaikuworlds.com/viewdetail.php?post=1207&amp;type=1">http://www.wonderhaikuworlds.com/viewdetail.php?post=1207&amp;type=1</a><br /><br /><strong>Sur le ciel d'hiver<br />innombrable d’éttoiles –<br />seul le grand-père</strong><br /><br /><a href="http://haiku-tanka.aceboard.fr/237749-11012-6417-0-Concours-haiku-mois-decembre-2007.htm">http://haiku-tanka.aceboard.fr/237749-11012-6417-0-Concours-haiku-mois-decembre-2007.htm</a><br /><br /><strong>Pe cerul iernii</strong><br /><strong>puzderie de stele -</strong><br /><strong>singur batrânul</strong><br /><strong></strong><br />scots translation by John McDonald:<br /><strong>on the wunter lift</strong><br /><strong>the untellt sterns -</strong><br /><strong>lanely granda</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691866371221388069-936067076274517456?l=iarnamaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Tirenescunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691866371221388069.post-70035662344793329892007-03-08T19:49:00.005+02:002010-03-05T22:43:16.548+02:00<strong>At daybreak<br />the grandfather nourishing a mistle -<br />a frosty apple</strong><br /><br /><strong>Au point du jour<br />le grand-père nourrit une grive litorne –<br />une pomme gelée</strong><br /><br /><strong>În zori bunicul</strong><br /><strong>hrăneşte cocoşarul -</strong><br /><strong>un măr îngheţat</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691866371221388069-7003566234479332989?l=iarnamaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Tirenescunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691866371221388069.post-29098463824529754532007-03-08T19:46:00.001+02:002010-02-14T22:50:32.549+02:00<strong>Leaves falling<br />one by one from the branch –<br />the first snow<br /><br />Feuilles tombant<br />une par une de la branche –<br />la première neige</strong><br /><strong><br />Frunzele căzând<br />de pe ram câte una -<br />primii fulgi de nea</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691866371221388069-2909846382452975453?l=iarnamaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Tirenescunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691866371221388069.post-29483707726092338262007-03-08T19:45:00.002+02:002010-02-14T22:47:19.204+02:00<strong>At daybreak –<br />the bird’s footmarks<br />on the snowing table</strong><br /><br /><a href="http://www.wonderhaikuworlds.com/viewdetail.php?post=1086&amp;type=1">http://www.wonderhaikuworlds.com/viewdetail.php?post=1086&amp;type=1</a><br /><br /><strong>Au point du jour - </strong><br /><strong>les empreintes du pied de l'oiseau </strong><br /><strong>sur la table pleine de neige</strong><br /><br /><a href="http://haiku-tanka.aceboard.fr/237749-11012-6417-0-Concours-haiku-mois-decembre-2007.htm">http://haiku-tanka.aceboard.fr/237749-11012-6417-0-Concours-haiku-mois-decembre-2007.htm</a><br /><br /><strong>De dimineaţă –<br />urmele păsărilor<br />pe masa ninsă<br /></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">در سپيده دم<br /><br />رد پاي پرنده<br /><br />بر ميز برفي<br /></span></strong><br /><br />(persian) translated by Sarah:<br /><br /><strong>dar sepideh dam<br />rad e pay e parandeh<br />bar miz e barfi</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691866371221388069-2948370772609233826?l=iarnamaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Tirenescunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691866371221388069.post-61544530313379550212007-03-08T19:33:00.001+02:002010-02-14T22:40:24.490+02:00<strong>Waiting for<br />the concert from New Year–<br />it is snowing</strong><br /><br /><a href="http://www.wonderhaikuworlds.com/viewdetail.php?post=886&amp;type=1">http://www.wonderhaikuworlds.com/viewdetail.php?post=886&amp;type=1</a><br /><br /><strong>Attendant<br />le concert de Nouveau Année-<br />il neige</strong><br /><br /><a href="http://haiku-tanka.aceboard.fr/237749-11012-6417-0-Concours-haiku-mois-decembre-2007.htm">http://haiku-tanka.aceboard.fr/237749-11012-6417-0-Concours-haiku-mois-decembre-2007.htm</a><br /><br /><strong>În aşteptarea</strong><br /><strong>concertului de Anul Nou -</strong><br /><strong>ninge cu fulgi mari</strong><br /><strong></strong><br />persian translation by Sarah:<br /><strong>dar entezar e</strong><br /><strong>konsert e sal e no-</strong><br /><strong>barf mibarad</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691866371221388069-6154453031337955021?l=iarnamaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Tirenescunoreply@blogger.com0