Marieta Maglas Poems
|561.||+ In Search Of The Perfect Chess Mate ++||1/8/2010|
|562.||Kiss My Soul||8/8/2009|
|563.||A Princess Of Romanian Folk Died||8/7/2009|
|564.||A Delicate Rainy Morning||6/4/2009|
|565.||Shadow Of Life||7/20/2009|
|567.||Your Words Of Love||7/8/2009|
This game is the way in which slaughter becomes an end in itself.
Acta est fabula plaudite
The play has been performed; applaud!
Surely, less obvious ways exist
The Darkness seeks to manipulate us into its service.
Actus non facit reum nisi mens sit rea.
The act is not guilty unless the mind is also guilty.
Once all of them have won a very special princess prize,
the game is over....
and they will never buy another one.....
Alis grave nil.
Nothing is heavy to those who have wings
And maybe we cannot understand what's going...
I am like a stone statue,
In a sitting position,
I was your throne,
On which you nicely
From time to time.
In order to kiss me
With the kiss of death,
You nicely take your place,