The Ember
I wish my
eyes could smile again
Without the
venom traces.
In burning
poison there's no gain,
No chants, no
flames, but ashes.
I learned so
well the reddened taste
Of blazing
bloodied anger!
A thought is
sparking, "There's no haste
To quench the
thirsty ember."
Cristina Victoria Bordianu
Cristina
Victoria Bordianu was born in Romania, Hunedoara county, in the mining town of
Petrosani where she spent her childhood and adolescence. The beauty of the
region, the sense of a multicultural community and the solid education
imprinted her memories of that time. After graduating from Mathematics and
Computers Highschool, she left the hometown to continue her education in the
capital city of Romania where she studied economy and management at the Academy
of Economics and foreign languages at the University of Bucharest, Foreign
Languages Faculty. She worked as a translator and teacher of English for the
Ministry of National Defence. At present she is coordinating the Online
Language Programs for the Romanian Armed Forces. "Balkan Propaganda
Wars" and " Brief Romanian Military History" are two of the
books she has translated into English. Writing short poetry and stories for
children and gardening are hobbies that always bring joy and excitement
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