Tag Archives: by Iulia Halatz

La mulți ani, România!

Today is Romania’s National Day!

Romania is my country and the sweet hills covered in vineyards are my home place.

I have yet to find more beauty in the world as to measure the balmy vineyards in the shade of moonlit evenings.

Here, in Romania, Beauty follows you everywhere. When you think you’ve lost it, it’s there breathing magic on your neck, tugging at your sleeve with gorgeous sunsets, misty mountains, bluish lakes, Shire-like emerald hills, fortresses that once kept invaders at bay…

This is a text written in 2017 for the blog of a dear friend. https://mohamadkarbi.com/romania/

In the picture – Curtea de Arges Monastery

Love nebula

“Tenderness is the currency of love”

I believe that above everything there hovers a Nebula of love.
And randomly, one builds a stairway to the nebula and starts throwing buckets of love to you.

Because it is sweet and warm, you confuse it with wild rain drops in midsummer or huge snowflakes or just candy floss.

Whenever I feel the beautiful rain and the snowflakes thawing fire on my cheek, I’ll know you’re there in the nebula, dumping buckets full of love in my head…

Featured on Medium/ the Blue Insights publication.
https://medium.com/blueinsight/love-nebula-2c4097008761

Art – Haruyo Morita, Love Letter. Source: Facebook

What friends?

I have the sun
and the full moons,
The air and the water
blue.

The memories of
the sweet hills
and the crescent moon
keeping the vineyards
in bloom.

For my love
I would give
My hills
wrapped in balmy
vine flowers.

“If I can stop a heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain”. – Emily Dickinson

© Iulia Halatz

Art – Jo March (British, b.1962)

Poetry featured at Medium/Blue Insights publication.

Sun Chokes the Atmosphere

My poem Sun Chokes the Atmosphere featured on my blog at Medium.com/Blue Insights

Sun Chokes the Atmosphere
Moon dies and takes
the truth and breath of you
Stars inscribe the sky
and determine
who’s alive…
What are your dreams?
Ask your heart
and put an old wish
to the slaughter.

Wild is the conspicuous green grass
that tells itself
to reach the stardust smell of spring.
Old is the key
that keeps away the chains
and charms unfathomed
to open a new gate
As you wear another’s
beating heart
melting in
and dripping of blue lust
Not knowing when
to destroy the dark
and say:
I am saving the meat
of my dreams for you!

© Iulia Halatz

https://medium.com/blueinsight/sun-chokes-the-atmosphere-27342f1609c7

When the pen fails

The story starts with “the pen is mightier than the sword” and we totally give in to it. Our words are the polisher of rough patches, the clearer of dark skies, the bridges for Human-to-Human interaction.
The prerequisite of a powerful business appeal is no longer connected to either B2C (business-to-customer) or B2B (business-to-business) but to H2H, Human-to-Human. We are all story tellers and we need to gather (and charm) audiences everywhere. We cannot live outside a story, for it can be our own life story, or the story we have created. Even if you sell ski gear, the props of a story represent the frame on which you start building and selling.

What if your story fails? And your words are dying slowly and rot in places unknown. What if our stories contradict others and fall to pieces? There will be always moments when our words are not enough, when we are not enough due to the limitations of some obsolete measurements in quality. Or success. Or the money measurement for success. Would we turn into knights (from gardeners)?

Author Cassidy Dale points out that many people are either knights or gardeners. The knights view the world as a cataclysmic conflict with winners and losers, with battles to be fought, and with right and wrong as the dominant drivers. Gardeners, on the other hand, have the instinct to look for ways to heal, to connect, and to grow the people they encounter.”
Seth Godin

I admit I sometimes fight… with my hat. I put it on and leave. They are not wrong and I am right, just my pen is incomplete. So, (I hope) I am still a gardener.

How would you fight?
With the crafted spears of a magnificent simple idea?
Find another pen and Demonstrate. Find new words that breathe and start with the truest sentence that you know and put on a show. Simplify! For every simple idea, use demonstrations, figures, results, skills acquired. Demonstrate your mission and show your vision and their power. Show that you can move a mountain or fly over it.
– Iulia Halatz

Michael Cheval

Who we are

We are a bunch of philologists with degrees in English Language and Civilization with a passion for the English grammar. Correct phrasing makes us tick. Proofreading is in our blood. We live for writing right.

We are a digital marketing company based in Bucharest. We specialize in customized professional English courses and SEO copywriting solutions. We are enthusiastically local and intelligently global, covering web stories and courses for Romanian and international companies.

We cater for everybody who has a story to write.
We have time. We believe in Omoikane, the Japanese god of wisdom and insight, a deity capable of making decisions that we would make if we only had the time. We make good decisions and start writing for you in a jiffy. Of course, after our first meeting (in person or online) and after we have received your brief.

We have perseverance
. We love Kintsugi (translated as ‘golden joinery’), the centuries-old Japanese art of repairing broken pottery with lacquer dusted or mixed with powdered gold, silver, or platinum. We work, write and repair your web content until it is clear, clever, shareable and… invincible.

Find us more at www.seocopywriting.ro. We can wordbuild beautiful things together.

I illustrate with a Van Gogh because his paintings are the symbol of incandescent labor that lightens the path to perfection.

Venusberg

Venusberg – Written for the Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective

She walks slowly
like music

She feels gently
like water caressing
the stone it pierces
in the long haul of time…

The cleavage of a rose
tells all about her beauty.

Fine alabaster lies
In the heart of her skin.
Sweet fruits alive
in the deep velvet
of a green swirl
are dappled with her insurmountable scent.

She catches the tendrils of care
sent by your star
She buries them
in trenches
in her armature of love.
Your breath is
mortgaged to her smile…

Burnished sunsets
chant
the moment
She steps
in the shade of the evening:
“Can you dance on water with I?”

© Iulia Halatz

I am delighted that this poem was included in the Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I. The anthology is now available on Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk.

Melt

Melt – Written for the Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective

I have shared
land and sky
with you.
I have tasted
blood and honey.
My witch-oil turned
to dragon-fire
at your touch…

Soft fingers laid asleep
until your turmoil
woke them
for so long….

It feels like getting drunk
on old reddish wine
long softened
during times of
War
Equanimity
and
Comets.

What shall I pour in your glass?
Molten flowers
Golden ink
Lucid light
Unicorn mirth…

I dig your veins
for gold.
I find pure
bitter-sweet
amber nuggets.

I fear any story
whose ink
my words
can’t drink…
Yet I drip in yours
ever since.

When your arms call
and your lips
read all my feral kisses
How can there be no heaven?

© Iulia Halatz

I am delighted that this poem was included in the Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I. The anthology is now available on Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk.

Writers of the Imperfect Maps

The naiads have splurged with roses.
Swirls of scented air hover above their clearings.
Without petals and stars they cannot dwell
beneath the glass shine…
Day dreamers see their unfading beauty
in the sands of the fountains.

Their love is
imprecise
built on a foundation
of unicorn-green grass…

Their skeleton
is composed of myrtle and oleander
and moss-covered lungs
heave along with waters driven
by tide…

Their flesh is irrational atoms
that laugh the blood
and rhythm of life
in the veins
that sing the helplessness blues.
White hymnal doors
flung open
on Midsummer’s Eve
at the harvest of ripe and lofty words
and lady’s bedstraw
they found
in the flicker of buried treasures.

Their words shield
the scent of a tuberose
and shelter
the spoils of the evening.

They sing in the wind
“Leave this war with me!”
It is never too late
nor too soon
to wager
on a tear.

These are no Great Songs of indifference
They are the Great Songs of out-of-time
and out-of-life
that light
this new dominion
which is the old…

29 petals of all the flowers
in the world
line up to write a map
draw sounds and borders
in as many secret alphabets
as breathing proof that

Language is not like the sun,
heating and scorching
but like the moon
keeping secrets
and the arcane magic of the night
throwing stars
in the lilacs’ claws
till dawn.

Words are lamps
they shimmer in the vilest of places.
They make dreams
out of particles and matter.
The words in the
29 secret alphabets
burn for all.

© Iulia Halatz

Written in celebration of the Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective.
I am delighted that five of my poems were included in the Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I. The anthology is now available on Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk.

Photo by Cecil Beaton – Lillian Gish 1929

A list of wounds

We are all broken flowers
We have seen the moon smiling
The waves crashing
The shimmer and thunder of springs
The blazing lightning of pain
When regluing the chinks in our hearts
a hundredfold again…

We have seen the tremble of a leaf
in mid-November
When it falls
and lies defeated
like giant spiky stones
we shuffle our feet on
and bleed…

How do you heal a wound?
First you burn it
in agonizing awe
Then you stitch it
with words in threads
that last
more than the last
Spring

© Iulia Halatz

Art by Vladimir Kush.

I am delighted that five of my poems were included in the Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I. The anthology is now available on Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk.