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All Quiet

Were postwar American Jews really ‘silent’ about the Holocaust?

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Warsaw Ghetto Uprising Memorial in Warsaw, 1949 (Warsaw Ghetto Uprising Memorial in Warsaw, 1949, © Hank Walker/Time Life Pictures/Getty Images)

In her new book, We Remember With Reverence and Love: American Jews and the Myth of Silence after the Holocaust, 1945-1962, Hasia Diner sets out to drive a stake, once and for all, through the heart of a historical falsehood that has proved remarkably durable. This is the notion that, as Diner’s subtitle has it, American Jews were initially “silent” about the Holocaust—that the greatest catastrophe in Jewish history was somehow swept under the rug of American Jewry’s collective consciousness. The theory is that the desire to assimilate into mainstream American life, the fear of being associated with the victims of genocide, and the imperatives of anti-Communism, which turned postwar Germany into an ally of the United States, all discouraged American Jews from talking openly about the death of the six million. Not until the 1960s, the conventional wisdom has it, did American Jews find the courage to speak openly about the Holocaust, emboldened by the Eichmann trial and especially by the victory of Israel in the Six Day War, which dispelled the lingering image of Jewish helplessness that the Holocaust had created.

'We Remember With Reverence and Love: American Jews and the Myth of Silence After the Holocaust, 1945–1962' cover

Diner, a professor of American Jewish history at New York University, shows through extensive quotation that “nearly every historian, literary scholar, and cultural critic … maintains that America’s Jews had little interest in thinking about, engaging with, and memorializing the Holocaust.” She suggests that the historian Leon Jick was the first to make this claim, in 1981, writing in highly loaded terms that American Jews “collaborated or at least acquiesced in a campaign to make the world forget” the Holocaust. Historians of all schools and political persuasions accepted that interpretation:Nathan Glazer, Seymour Martin Lipset, Alvin Rosenfeld, Gerald Sorin, Alan Mintz, and Edward Alexander are among the prominent writers whom Diner cites repeating the “myth of silence.”

But Diner is especially exercised by two recent, controversial books, Peter Novick’s The Holocaust in American Life and Norman Finkelstein’s The Holocaust Indsutry, which show that the “myth of silence” is of more than just historical significance. For Novick and Finkelstein, whom Diner describes as “harsh critics of American Jewry from the left,” the silence of postwar Jews, broken only by the Israeli victory in 1967, leads to the conclusion that contemporary American Jewish interest in the Holocaust is inauthentic and exaggerated—or worse, a right-wing stratagem to force Jews to fall in line behind Israel. “Between the end of the war and the 1960s,” Diner quotes Novick as recalling, “the Holocaust made scarcely any appearance in American public discourse, and hardly more in Jewish public discourse.”

This idea is so entrenched that it will be hard to uproot. But I don’t see how any reader of Diner’s exhaustively and innovatively researched book could possibly continue to believe in the “myth of silence.” For We Remember With Reverence and Love records thousands of Jewish voices—rabbis, community organizers, fundraisers, journalists, lobbyists, labor leaders, high school students—from the period 1945-62, all talking, passionately and unstoppably, about the Holocaust. There is little narrative in Diner’s book; rather, as in a legal brief, there is a succession of exhibits, from the press releases of the American Jewish Committee right down to the literary magazine of the Reform summer camp in Oconomowoc, Wisconsin, each adding weight to Diner’s historical case. “The Jews of America,” she writes, “rather than ignoring the Holocaust, opened up the possibility of fitting it into their communal lives.”

The central insight driving Diner’s research is that the “word ‘memorial’ need not have been present in every text, on every page, in every pageant, concert, speech, or artifact,” for such texts and artifacts to be considered part of American Jews’ work of memory. In fact, only Diner’s first chapter focuses on Holocaust memorials and monuments, such as the one that was supposed to be erected at 84th Street and Riverside Drive in Manhattan. The cornerstone for the “American Memorial to Six Million Jews of Europe” was laid as early as 1947, by New York’s mayor, in a grand public ceremony—vivid proof that New York’s Jews were hardly ashamed of discussing the Holocaust in public.

A design was commissioned for a 60-foot pylon topped by a menorah, but Robert Moses, New York’s public-works czar, quashed the plan. In the following years, a series of funding problems and bureaucratic squabbles meant that nothing was ever built. A particular complication facing the New York monument and others planned in the United States, Diner shows, was the firm opposition to all such projects by Yad Vashem, which insisted that “the land of Israel is the only and right place where such a significant monument should stand.”

The failure of the Riverside Drive memorial is no great loss—and not just because it’s hard to imagine such a rhetorically grandiose monument in such a quiet residential neighborhood. Rather, stone and marble may simply be the wrong medium for preserving the memory of such enormous loss and suffering. More eloquent are the yizker bikher—memory books, produced by landsmanshaftn to record the lives of their old communities, now wiped out by the Nazis; the adoption by American synagogues of Torah scrolls and other objects salvaged from wrecked German synagogues; and the dedication of trees in the “Martyr’s Forest” in Israel. Then there were the memorial readings added to Passover seders, and even the attempt, during the 1950s, to turn the minor Jewish fast day of the Tenth of Tevet into a Holocaust remembrance day. That effort faltered after Israel designated the 27th of Nisan as Yom HaShoah, to commemorate the Warsaw Ghetto uprising. Indeed, as early as 1945, Diner shows, Jewish groups marked the anniversary of the Warsaw Ghetto uprising with memorial services, which New York’s Governor Thomas Dewey attended.

But explicitly memorial activities are just the tip of the iceberg that Diner reveals. Almost every aspect of organized Jewish life, in the years after 1945, was touched by the memory of the Holocaust. Jewish cultural organizations immediately began sponsoring research into the history of the catastrophe. The American Jewish Committee published a series of historical and sociological books under the rubric “Studies in Prejudice.” The Jewish Labor Committee and the Joint Distribution Committee sent researchers to the displaced-persons camps to interview survivors and gather documents. The Claims Conference, which represented Jewish groups negotiating for reparations from Germany, was another major sponsor of Holocaust research. Indeed, so much was written on the subject that, already in 1958, Diner finds one writer observing that “the Jewish persecution and extermination by the Nazis [has] in the course of years created a vast literature.”

Far from ignoring the Holocaust, Diner makes clear, the major institutions of American Jewish life made it their mission to record the terrible history and to make sure the world knew about it. Nor did Jews shy away from invoking the Holocaust in contemporary political debates. It was central to the American Jewish reaction to the fate of Jews in DP camps after the war, to the the British ban on immigration to Palestine, and above all to the creation of the State of Israel in 1948. In 1946, the Zionist propaganda show A Flag Is Born ran for three months on Broadway; its explicit theme was the need for a Jewish state to receive the survivors of the Holocaust. (Marlon Brando, unlikely as it seems, played David, a Jewish refugee.)

Again, when Jewish organizations and individuals spoke out against postwar rapprochement with West Germany, or protested the Berlin Philharmonic’s American tour under the pro-Nazi conductor Herbert von Karajan, or fought back against the American Nazi Party’s provocative tactics, they did so by invoking the memory of the six million. (Not even the discovery that “a local manufacturer of toy model airplanes was using swastikas on his reproductions of certain German airplanes” was deemed too trivial for the Synagogue Council of America to protest.) And of course, for many American Jews, a commitment to liberalism and to the civil rights movement was a direct result of the experience of the Holocaust.

So pervasive does Diner find the Holocaust to have been in postwar American Jewish life, that it becomes a mystery how the “myth of silence” ever gained credibility in the first place. Diner devotes her conclusion to this question, suggesting that the upheavals of the 1960s are to blame. As young Jews rebelled against their parents and experimented with a new kind of ethnic identity politics, they “considered American Jewish institutions to have become too consensus-oriented, too unwilling to assert Jewish distinctiveness, and too concerned with avoiding confrontation with others.” The Holocaust became the major battleground for this generational revolt: “the leaders of the community institutions,” the new generation held, “had so lusted after acceptance into a corrupt America that they forgot the lessons of the Holocaust.”

Yet Diner is perhaps too ready to blame the 1960s generation. After all, We Remember With Reverence and Love is full of examples of the harsh and frightening ways the Holocaust was taught to young Jews in the postwar period—that is, to the very children who would grow up to be the rebels of the 1960s. At Yeshiva Flatbush, in 1949, children were “taught the catastrophe by having students construct, as a Passover project, a replica of a concentration camp.” At the Reform summer camp in Oconomowoc, in 1961, teenagers staged a reenactment of the Eichmann trial, before moving on, in a sign of the times, to “a role-play staging of the history of racial oppression in America.” One wonders what the campfire sing-alongs sounded like.

How could American Jewish children, born after the Holocaust but raised with an excruciating consciousness of their guilt and their luck, possibly respond to such a birthright? How else but by proclaiming that they alone were fully equal to the burden of memory—that where their parents, who lived through the time of the Holocaust, were silent, they would speak out? Perhaps the “myth of silence” was a necessary stage in American Jewry’s ongoing struggle to make sense of its place in a post-Holocaust world. But even if that myth once served a need, thanks to Hasia Diner’s work, it must now be retired for good.

Adam Kirsch is a contributing editor to Tablet Magazine and the author of Benjamin Disraeli, a biography in the Nextbook Press Jewish Encounters book series.

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    Resume / CV
    Sorin Adam
    geologist, black belt 4th dan karate, poet

    • date of birth : 20 / 12 / 1959
    • place : Piatra Neamt, Romania
    • PIN 1 59 12 20 27 05 84
    • Passport no. 13 72 79 34
    .
    • Degree:Geological Engineer, 1987
    • Specialization:Geological Engineering and Geophysics
    • University Al. I. Cuza, Iasi town, Romania
    .
    • Shindo Karate ltd. Piatra Neamt, Romania, 1991
    • business owner & chef instructor karate
    • black belt Karate 1st dan (place:Iasi town, 16/12/1991)
    • skills : Sankukai technique, black belt
    • skills : Shotokan technique, black belt
    • skills : Nunchaku technique : advenced
    • secundari skills : Bo, Boken, Iaido, Aikido
    • I started to learn Karate-do in 1978, Piatra Neamt town, Romania
    .
    • VIP and Fellow Writer 2010
    • Writer’s Digest University USA

    • Nominated by International Library of Poetry, USA :
    • “Poet of the year 2002″
    • “Poet of the year 2006″
    • “Poet of the year 2007″
    • “Poet of the year 2008″
    • Recorded on CD’s
    • Recorded on tapes recorder
    • Editor’s Choice Awards
    • Publisher’s Choice Award
    • Published Poet Editor’s Choice Award
    • Outstanding Achievement in Poetry Award,
    .
    • International Society of Poets, New York, USA
    • 2007 Poetry Ambassador Associate
    • 2007 Commemorative US Poetry Ambassador Medal
    • Poetry Ambassador 2008,

    • Elite Member & Fellow Poet, 2007
    • Noble House Publishing : New York – London – Paris

    • Published by:
    • International Library of Poetry, USA
    • International Library of Poets, USA
    • League of American Poets, USA
    • White Oak Press, USA
    • Greenspring Publishing, USA
    • Noble House Publishing : New York – London – Paris,

  • 2008 poetry ambassador sorin adam

    CATRE :
    Federatia Romana de Karate Traditional
    Bd.Basarabia, nr.37-39, Sector 2, BUCUREŞTI
    021 / 317.17.00

    F R K T, RUSINE ! ! ! !

    Cu aceasta CERERE DE DEMISIE EU, POET, SORIN ADAM SENSEI, ISI DA DEMISIA , SI CA SOCIETATE COMERCIALA SHINDO KARATE SRL, Piatra Neamt, c.u.r.c. 4757011, nu doresc sa aduc rugaminti Federatiei dvs., FRKT, in acest cadru juridic legal .

    Mi-am (mi-ati) dat DEMISIA inca din anul 1994 si sunt / am motive bine intemeiate. Multumesc si pentru jicnirile, tipetele din anul 1994, stagiul din localitatea Suceava. Nu stiu de ce ai tipat in felul asta la mine, dar esti mic iar jicnirea este prea mare !

    SI sa aveti respect fata de diploma mea de inginer geolog, intrat al 33-lea la Facultatea de Geologie, anul 1980, examenul fiind sustinut la Matematica si Fizica, examen de grad A, asa cum candidatii de la Facultatea de Matematice, de la Facultatea de Fizica, de la Facultatea de Stiinte Economice sau cei de la ASE, au sustinut examenul de admitere, cu aceleasi subiecte grad de dificultate A.

    Adresa de Corespondenta,

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    Bloc 19, Apt.11
    cod postal 600098, Bacau
    telefon nr. 0755 451411

    Data : 08.Ianuarie.2011

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    - – - -SorinAdam- – - -
    asociat unic
    S.C. Shindo Karate srl
    Piatra Neamt, Romania
    cod unic reg. com. 4757011

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    PS.
    —– Forwarded Message —-
    From: Sorin Adam
    To: rtkf@xnet.ro
    Sent: Thu, January 6, 2011 10:05:43 AM
    Subject: Federatia Romana de Karate Traditional, Domnule Presedinte FRKT

    CATRE :
    Federatia Romana de Karate Traditional
    Bd.Basarabia, nr.37-39, Sector 2, BUCUREŞTI
    021 / 317.17.00

    Domnule Presedinte al FRKT,
    Bucuresti / Romania

    S.C. Shindo Karate srl, Piatra Neamt, Romania, cod unic 4757011, Manager (unic) inginer geolog Sorin ADAM, centura neagra karate-do, avand ca domeniu de activitate principal – Sport – si initierea in domeniul Artelor Martiale…, prin aceasta CERERE ELECTRONICA E-Mail, asa cum am mai transmis odata, isi da demisia – pleaca – din Federatia care i-a inchis usa, inca din anul 1994 ! Rusine.

    Ceea ce, poate nu a fost inteles atunci, poate fi inteles ACUM !

    Dipl. Ing. Sorin Adam Data,
    Manager Unic 06 . 01 . 2011
    S.C Shindo Karate srl.
    Piatra Neamt / Romania
    Telefon mobil nr. + 40 755 451411

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    HAIKU

    LOVE is Univers,
    Univers and Harmony.
    Harmony is LIFE !

    author
    poet sorin adam
    January,2011

  • 2008 poetry ambassador sorin adam

    [WORKSHOP !?! ]
    Poetry : Who can read my words with love ?
    romanian version
    .
    Privirea ta, parul tau, chiar si irezistibilele tale perle,
    Din inima ta sunt si ele culese,
    Sau din laguna vietii mele sunt si iubite, noatea si ziua,
    Ca o frumusete a vietii : Universul, Dragostea si Puritatea?
    .
    Vad ceva ce seamana cu un zambet suav pentru mine,
    Sau este doar un gand pentru cuvintele mele saruturi,
    Care nu sunt scrise cu stiloul pe hartia tradarilor albastre,
    Ci sunt doar transmise pe Facebook-ul oamenilor 12,
    Si tastate de mine, pentru tine si pentru tine, cu inima ?!
    Si numai pentru tine vreau sa fie dragostea, tu dualitate.
    .
    Parul tau, ca alintul ploilor de vara calda,
    In caldura noptii si pe corpul meu, cascada,
    Transpirat de caldura ta din privire, iubirile.
    Parul tau, atat de blond si atat de irezistibil,
    Pentru tine si numai pentru mine, Armonie…
    Tu, o iubire de o vara si o noapte, Vesnicie.
    .
    Ochii tai, ochii tai sunt ca doua Mari,
    Sau ca doua Oceane ce-mi uda viata.
    Ochii tai, sunt ca o oaza de fericire eterna,
    Ca un trup frumos dezbracat de privire,
    De iubirea mea pentru tine, pentru tine.
    .
    Mainile tale si dragostea buzelor mele,
    Degetele tale, trestii din vantul vietii mele,
    Barbia ta, armonia si echilibrul timpului,
    Perlele tale, vieti sau ani sau saptamani,
    De caldura sufletelor noastre…Caldura!
    .
    Te iubesc iar cuvintele scrise de mine,
    Dar nu stiloul pe hartia suferintei mele,
    Sunt vibratiile sufletului meu strapuns
    Pentru ceea ce omul simte ca tradare,
    Te iubesc si crede in mine Viata :
    IUBIRE, IUBITO, IUBIREEE…
    .
    PS.1,2….1,2,3,4 !
    http://thepoetryofyoga.com/about/inside-a-heart/

  • 2008 poetry ambassador sorin adam

    Cosurile din New York

    Oamenii nu mai vor blocuri – zgarie nori,
    Blocuri cu COSURI de baschet pentru trei {3}, puncte ?
    Care sa tipe la fiecare cos marcat de la 11 metri,
    Finala de Septembrie macabra pentru echipa N Y,
    In care petardele pot fi aruncate atat de sus,
    Incat sa atinga norii albi, acolo unde te asteapta….
    Ingerii !!!!!!!!!!!
    23.02.2011
    Author Sorin Adam
    poet
    C.A., intotdeauna caut
    S.A. fiu ‘THE BEST’

  • 2008 poetry ambassador sorin adam

    WORKSHOP
    poem : A Comedy or a Bing Bang of A History
    r00manian version

    Vreau o sanie pentru Noele…
    Macaralele noastre albastre zac in rosu soare,
    Si intreaba tarmul Marii Negre cu alge brune,
    Unde sunt vapoarele, cele nevopsite si fiarele ?
    .
    Soarele straluceste sus pe cerul plin de unde albe,
    Noaptea se vad luminitele de la etajul zece, farurile,
    Octombrie inca nu a sosit pentru frunzele copacilor,
    Dar echipajul viseaza la umbrelutzele colorate in roz,
    Si la bikinii de firma ‘Botezat si de mine, Ele sa fie’.
    .
    Din cand in cand ni se ia curentul chiar si telefonic,
    Eu sunt expus legilor morselor cu mustatile – firele,
    Morsele care stau si nu vor sa emigreze din apele lor,
    De pe platourile reci dar fertile pentru viata grasa,
    Pentru ca au ceea ce, noi ca oameni, uram la ele,
    Grasimea de fete mari dar si savoarea lui ‘si vino’,
    Si a bujorilor din fereastra lor…caldura ‘iubire’ !
    .
    Revenind la macarale albastre care nu au soare…
    Si iata ca ei vin, vin ei vaporenii sa se descarce,
    Cauta in permisia lor bujorii si morsele grase,
    Si fetele cu floarea larg deschisa in ferestre,
    Pentru telescoapele submarine, lasati fara Ele.
    .
    Marinarii dau comanda iar ele, morsele cu bujorii,
    Se deschid, cum sticlele de whisky, cele contra-facute,
    Sunt prinse cu sete, de mana omului ce vrea si floarea,
    Man plin de setea de-a o sorbi in stilul marinaresc,
    Toata odata si fara sa-i inghiti si viata lui trecuta !
    .
    Fetele cu bujorii cat obrajorii,
    Stau acum ca macaralele pentru ca,
    Vaporenii nu vor sa-si lase vapoarele…
    Si sunt atat de Submarine?
    .
    author poet Sorin Adam
    24.02.2011

  • 2008 poetry ambassador sorin adam

    Haiku
    Birds, space and blue sky,
    Scotch, flavore, flowers and kiss.
    The End and The Past.

    Author Sorin Adam
    poet
    24.02.2011

  • 2008 poetry ambassador sorin adam

    Sorin Adam
    poet,
    Esti ca o pictura din imaginatia unui inger,
    Esti ca un Soare ce asteapta Ingerul venit din “Iadul Dragostei”,
    Esti ca un Inger ce vrea sa vina dragostea din Universul Iubirii,
    Esti ca o inima ce vrea sa pulseze viata unui om ce simte Timpul,
    You make me CRAZY, FRUMOASA PICTURA DIN IMAGINATIA
    UNUI INGER!

    Author [of couse]
    sorin adam
    poet
    24.02.2011

    PS. I wanna know, what’s your name ?
    Irina Shayk

  • 2008 poetry ambassador sorin adam

    —– Forwarded Message —–
    From: Sorin Adam
    To: “office@itkf.org”
    Cc:
    Sent: Sunday, February 27, 2011 3:31 AM
    Subject: Federatia Romana de Karate Traditional, Domnule Presedinte FRKT

    DEMISIA DIN F.R.K.T.

    Catre : Federatia Romana de Karate Traditional
    Bd.Basarabia, nr.37-39, Sector 2, BUCUREŞTI
    021 / 317.17.00
    rtkf@xnet.ro

    De la : S.C. Shindo Karate SRL
    C.U.I. 4757011
    Piatra Neamt, Romania
    Asociat unic,
    Sorin Adam
    inginer geolog

    Semneaza electronic,
    SorinAdam

    data,
    27.02.2011

    PS. Societatea Comerciala Shindo Karate SRL are statut juridic comercial !

    In anul 1985, la stagiul din orasul studentesc Iasi, stagiu organizat de student Sorin Arustei, Dvs., Domnule Stuparu Dan, m-ati lovit foarte tare cu o lovitura de yoko geri kekomi chudan, eu asteptand aceasta miscare in pozitia de Yoi Dachi, ca o miscare demonstrativa…Dvs. mi-ati provocat atunci o durere foarte mare in zona abdomenului, revenind in pozitia de Yoi Dachi, aplecat de spate, si cu o durere foarte mare. Lovitura Dvs. m-a aruncat inapoi cativa metri, a fost o lovitura full-contact inexplicabil de tare.

    Am fost umilit chiar si ca sot a unei studente la Facultatea de Medicina, sotia mea. Acest incident facut de Dvs. Si eram student la Facultatea de Geologie, facultate de grad A, unde am intrat al 33 din cei aproape 130 de studenti admisi, in anul 1980.

    ITKF = International Traditional Karate Do Federation

  • 2008 poetry ambassador sorin adam

    ^^ The film Brazil, depicts a fascist government similar to that in George Orwell’s novel Nineteen Eighty-Four. The government controls a totalitarian society subconsciously by manipulation, intending to remain in control of the population…

    ^^ http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psychological_abuse

  • 2008 poetry ambassador sorin adam

    Haiku
    .
    Birds, space and blue sky,
    Scotch, flavore, flowers and kiss :
    The End and The Past ?
    .
    Author : VIP and Fellow Writer Sorin Adam
    Writer’s Digest University, 2010
    Pen name : Richard San Washington
    .
    Poetry : I wanna know, what’s your name ?
    romanian version
    (workshop)
    .
    Esti ca o pictura din imaginatia unui inger,
    Esti ca un Soare ce asteapta Ingerul venit din “Iadul Dragostei”,
    Esti ca un Inger ce vrea sa vina dragostea din Universul Iubirii,
    Esti ca o inima ce vrea sa pulseze viata unui om ce simte Timpul,
    You make me crazy frumoasa pictura din imaginatia unui inger.
    .
    Esti ca o frumoasa ce vrea iubirea mea pentru eternitatea frumusetii tale,
    Esti ca o iubire ce vrea perfectiunea mea ce nu poate fi atinsa de realitate,
    Esti o realitate atat de “perfecta” ce vrea a fi “ucisa” de sentimentele timpului,
    Esti tu cu viata din timpurile ce nu mai vor ca iubirea sa mai fie sentimente de iubire,
    Esti ca o frumusete in care secundele iubirii sunt atat de reale incat ating visul suferintei,
    Iar acest vis nu este altceva decat o frumoasa pictura din imaginatia unui inger.
    .
    Esti ca o pictura din imaginatia unui inger,
    Esti ca o frumoasa ce vrea iubirea mea pentru eternitatea frumusetii tale,
    Esti tu si eu cu visele din imaginatia iubirii ce ating limita frumusetii sentimentelor,
    De viata eterna, de iubire eterna, de secunde pline de armonie si traire,
    Esti tu si eu cu ceea ce lumea aceasta nu poate oferi aunci cand tu si eu suntem o vibratie,
    A eternitatii, a armoniei, a trairii iubirii in clipele de atingere a frumusetii
    Din imaginatia unui inger.
    .
    author :
    poetry ambassador sorin adam
    PS. I wanna know, what’s your name (USA) ?!

  • 2007, 2008 poetry ambassador sorin adam

    Poetry : A “Termini Stazione”
    workshop
    .
    Who m**her f**ker loves my Freedom,
    Al Pacino or / and Robert de Niro?
    Maybe those romantics hookers !
    .
    She waits my words spoken by my lips,
    She waits my heat to understand my love,
    She waits my lips to understand my sincerity.
    .
    “He wait my money keep it in my pockets”,
    She waits my presence to hate me, but she loves it…
    But my tie is pink and her sex is blue on that movie,
    And it is translated into love without kisses:
    Let’s get physical babe, and for you…
    4 U one hundred dollars and watch me…
    .
    She waits it in her arms to hiss me,
    And don’t talk to much, on the phone
    She’s she and the movie
    “Once upon a time”…
    For me and you is a little story of
    “How to spend my time”,
    Wow babe, are you so romantic ?
    .
    On the “green grass” with you,
    Baby in the skin of Angel,
    Silence and only love for $20 dollars.
    .
    So, I wait my money keep it in her pocket,
    Baby in the skin of Evil,”buy me” for $20 dollars.
    .
    Author :
    VIP and Fellow Writer Sorin Adam
    Writer’s Digest University, 2010           
    Pen name : Richard San Washington

  • 2007, 2008 poetry ambassador sorin adam

    Haiku
    .
    Love is Univers,
    Univers and Harmony.
    Harmony is Life.
    .
    Author :
    2007, 2008 Poetry Ambassador Sorin Adam
    Pen Name : Richard San Washington

  • 2007, 2008 poetry ambassador sorin adam

    Eram mic si calatoream mereu cu mama, cu tata. Si priveam din caruta veche natura. Asa am invatat eu ce este viata : cantand, ascultand muzica, plangand, dar fiind liber si vazand lucruri mici pe care eu le-am si putut atunci face, chiar si-n caruta de drum prafuita, purtata de caii nostrii, a familiei, a lui tata, cai fermecati de zilele, de noptile dansului, De luminitele zburatoare, de licuricii zburatori ca niste zane mici si aurii, energii ale viselor. Si fermecate de padurea noptii, si de linistea vocilor noastre, stand langa foc cu chitara. Armonia si dansul libertatii noastre.
    .
    Sunt romm si-mi place sa cant si sa dansez ceea ce noi simtim, Viata si Libertatea. Sunt romm si-mi place pamantul de sub picioarele desculte si arse, Arse de drum, arse de soarele verii, udate de ploaie si murdarite de tarana, in notele muzicale.Si cu mainile noatre libere de lanturi, plimbate prin aer, cu corpul transpirat, si care se zbatea in note si-n muzica vietii nescrise. Imi place Viata, imi place Muzica, imi place sa cant sau sa tip viata noatra trecuta, in muzica istoriei noatre, a vietii fara libertate, si cu drepturile furate de cei cu puterea rosie :
    Dictatura.
    .
    Author : VIP and Fellow Writer Sorin Adam
    Writer’s Digest University, 2010

  • 2007, 2008 poetry ambassador sorin adam

    Hei you, ce prost mai esti in tarana Prost Sa Fii,
    Tu care de mic copil nu ai vrut sa fii cantaretul,
    Din Corul Scolii Nr. 4, cu dirijor P.C.R., ce-i mai sticlea chelia,
    Cel ce venea sa ne spuna ca notele patriei sunt colorate in rosu,
    Ca muzica este un examen important pentru a fi promovat la un liceu.
    Sa canti tovarase pionier cu mine si cu tovarasii tai elevi, spunea dirijorul,
    Oda P.C.R. si sa inveti cuvintele de lemn pentru ca sunt “un mod de viata”,
    Ce ne-au marca trairile si existenta de a lupta pentru Libertate.
    .
    Hei you, ce prost mai esti in tarana Prost Sa Fii,
    Tu care de mic copil cantai Sweet Children Time,
    Hey Jo si Bobby McGee,
    Hei you, ce prost mai esti in tarana Prost Sa Fii,
    Tu care ai plans la 14 ani pentru un DJ omorat de un cutit,
    Pentru ca ne invata muzica lor, a tarilor libere,
    Si nu pe a noastra, militarizata si plina de cacat si gratii,
    Hei you Cornel Chiriac, Dumnezeu sa te elibereze
    de moartea rosie.
    Iar eu cu Politia acestor vremuri si cu Logan-uri,
    De 60 de mii de euroi, dar cu radare si cu sirene,
    Gandesc Libertatea mea si libertatea modului meu de exprimare,
    Si spun,
    .
    Hei you, ce prost mai esti in tarana Prost Sa Fii,
    Sa canti in continuare limbajul lor de lemne politice,
    A celor ce n-au iesit la pensia de pensie sau de copii lor,
    Ce inca ne vor crucile de lemn scrise cu literele lor rosii.
    Hei you, ce prost mai esti in tarana Prost Sa Fii,
    Sa taci pentru Libertatea viitorului tau si sa nu strigi :
    Noi vrem The Future.
    .
    Cei rosii in sange vor sa ramana “O ciordeala”,
    Iar Cacialmaua. lor politica este “O portocala”.
    HEY YOU… Sorin Adam, poetule !
    .
    Author :
    VIP & fellow writer sorin adam
    Writer’s Digest University USA, 2010

  • 2007, 2008 poetry ambassador sorin adam

    Poetry : Poti fi un UMERAS intr-un cuier banana ?
    romanian version – workshop –
    .
    Poti fi un umeras pe care iti poti agata istoria ta nescrisa,
    Sau sentimentele lor care iti sunt prea pline de ‘dragoste’.
    Aseaza-le pe umerasul tau si vezi ce poti face cu ele,
    Inchide dulapul si gandeste-te…Te poti imbraca astazi,
    Fara mine, spun ‘stelele’ privite in tavanul casei lor,
    Sau in geamul dormitorului sentimentelor lor. O armonie.
    .
    Poti fi umerasul folosit pentru sentimente feminine usoare,
    Poti fi si literele sau cuvintele lor ce incep cu metaforele :
    analfabetule, idiotule. Sau ‘genialule’…Ah, ce atingere.
    Poti fi un umeras ce tine prea multe litere pe el ce te doare,
    Sau haine de diferite culori si cu diferite parfumuri-partidele.
    Si te intrebi ce cuvinte poti obtine pentru viata ta, relelor ?
    Acestea, asezate pe umerase pline de iz si de iubire,
    Tu le urasti pentru ca nu poti iubi cuvintele : dragoste ielele.
    Adica placere si atingere, suavelor.
    Si cuvintele nasc iubire !
    .
    Poti fi un umeras agatat de viata voastra, consoane si vocale,
    Iar cuvintele voastre ‘bai p**a’ fiind numai in viata umerasului,
    Ce sa faci cu aceste cuvinte ‘onomatopeele’ ? Sa faci vocalize,
    Sau o galerie de fotbal pentru diviziile voastre judetene : hoo !
    Si sa mai joci si Soccer, tot cu mingile voastre ?
    De, iarna… caci vara in capitala Bucuresti, este prea mult soare.
    .
    Sa iasa zeama din minge si din Ura de Egalitate pentru ca
    Noua ne este sete de vitaminele pierdute in sezonul cel Rece.
    Si sa se ia si poarta ca se dea gol la castig mai toata vara.
    Muzica lor sa fie si video cu sunete pe laptop-uri Sex-Aple…
    Pentru tine, doar mere fara sexy si femei cu diamante in poze.
    .
    Ascultand Fernando iti vine in minte week-end-ul si zilele negre,
    Sarutand finalul si foamea, tot in week-end, si fumand Snagovul.
    Dar ma arde prostia trecutului nostru, plin de curvareala si greseala,
    O ‘aghiazma’ ca apa, nafora fiind sexualitatea, dar nu si sarutata
    In emisiunea Duminica-La La. Si crucile ar

  • 2007, 2008 poetry ambassador sorin adam

    In emisiunea Duminica-La La. Si crucile arzand, si clopotele trase,
    Si lumanarile stinse pe la casele aprinse sau stinse, tot in pensii…
    Si clanurile lui ‘Cucu’, si articol-ele de lege din ‘time is money’,
    Ale lui Money, Money, spus de pesti, care sunt oare tot ‘Legi’ ?!
    .
    Poti fi un umeras plin de istorii rosii sau istorii colorate in razele verii,
    Coapte de Soare sau coapte de funduri fara ‘fonduri’ si nee..intelese.
    Poti fi ceea ce patriotii-ciordeala numesc Dragostea Eterna-Lovele,
    Un ‘Umeras Dezbracat de Haine’, dar cu forme. Sirmele lui ghimpate,
    Cat si ale tale ?, sub dragostea parfumurilor lor, ca un cogniac cu ani,
    Aramiu, cu fiara stelute sau sase-sase, porti in casele cu geam la strada.
    Iar Eu-l tau si al colegei tale, cu sau fara sireturi si curele de ‘armata’,
    Joaca un joc numit de ele, Ceva Sexy in patul suferintei iubirii noastre.
    .
    Poti fi umerasul umerilor de pe strada principala sau luata cu masina,
    Poti fi o haina purtata de pe un umeras pe altul, ‘parca’ ai fi second,
    Intr-o adunatura din fata blocului in care Eu-l tau este eu, si este ?!
    Si esti doar agatata in politica cea stradala si vocala, femei si femeile,
    Cu o spovedanie diavoliceasca in cartierele de joburi platite de stele,
    Fara ‘case’ in casa de zaruri sase-sase, vine presa, la ora rosie sase.
    .
    Poti fi doar sarmele umerasului agatat intr-un cuier minciuna,
    Plin de vocale, iar franceza plina de “stelute” sau ‘sticleti 6′,
    Si tot ele, doar ele, sa si cante franceza cu un nufar in gura.
    Ce culoare ?
    Iar Ele est Ele pour Lui, sa fie gandul lor cand tu esti in dragostea fiecarei Ele ?
    .
    Author : Sorin Adam, poet

  • 2007, 2008 poetry ambassador sorin adam

    Poetry : Dobro Iutro. Добро јутро.
    romanian version – workshop –
    .
    Orasul Vrsac, un oras doar din imaginatia mea ?
    .
    Orasul Vrsac, un oras in care lumea putea citi si fuma,
    Orasul in care lumea putea rade, canta si dansa,
    Orasul in care chiar si muzica nu era dictata de notele rosii,
    Ca in dictatura noastra, in care noi ascultam cu frica Muzica.
    Si mai auzeam pe la geamurile noastre si vantul tacerii.
    .
    O femeie e tot ce-mi doresc, spunea candva Whiskey-ul,
    Si cafeaua cumparata tot cu frica pentru o ceasca de iubire,
    de dincolo de Dunare.
    .
    Vrsac, orasul in care melodiile erau prea frumoase
    pentru a putea fi auzite si de noi romanii ca Libertate,
    Noi cei ce traiam fara cabluri electrice si caldura,
    Noi cei ce traiam fara sobe si lemne in ele, iarna de iarna.
    Sau chiar si atunci cand ne gandeam la apa cea calda,
    Ce ne putea spala de murdaria dictata de 5 ani rosii,
    de planurile cincinale.
    .
    Si fara libertate, doar cu catuse,
    Pentru familia ce putea purta chiar si un copil in spate,
    Insotita de militarii libertatii noastre : granicerii.
    I-am vazut si m-am cutremurat de frica. Si ei…
    Eu in zapada gri a strazii asteptand infrigurat o masina,
    Pentru a munci sase ore in intunecatul oras Oravita.
    .
    Dar muzica si orasul Vrsac, un oras si al luminii noastre,
    Un oras de sperante pentru “tradatorii de tara”.
    .
    Orasul Vrsac, un oras doar din imaginatia mea ?
    .
    Vrsac, un oras in care lumea putea citi si fuma,
    O femeie, o tigara si o cafea. Si masina mea.
    Eu ascultand muzica lor si lirismul iubirii,
    Picioarele atarnand de geamul portierei.
    Iar in soare, umbrele trecutului meu,
    Ce vroiau sa citeasca sau sa auda,
    Franceza si engleza versurilor,
    Cu idioti cu sapci si cravate.
    Scaldate de frica sunt aceste cuvinte,
    Si de lacrimile celor udati de Dunare.
    .
    Orasul Vrsac, un oras doar din imaginatia mea ?
    .
    Orasul Vrsac, un oras in care poti scrie cu multa iubire,
    Pe frumoasele farfurioare de cafea numele tau,
    Sau chiar numele meu. Si o semnatura de-a mea pentru cafenea

  • 2007, 2008 poetry ambassador sorin adam

    Poetry : Plec spre tine fata reala – ireala…
    romanian version
    - workshop –
    .
    Sunt un om obisnuit iar tu esti fascinatia mea reala – ireala.
    Unde te poate gasi cel ce se uita in ochii tai de fata draga ?
    .
    Esti atat de frumoasa incat in al meu suflet zdrobit de viata,
    Simt acum placerea, dragostea dar si durerea vietii falsitate.
    .
    Si ascultandu-i pe Rolling Stones, si recitand iubiri albastre,
    Pe care un om sensibil ca mine, le poate scrie pe hartie,
    Si in sufletele voastre, pline de ale mele simboluri calde,
    Visele ireale devin realitatea vietii tale sau a vietii tale.
    .
    Esti atat de frumoasa incat ma uit la tine si te iubesc,
    Inchid ochii ca sa te visez, ziua, noapte. Zile de iubire.
    Sa te visez o viata pentru ca tu esti si fericirea.
    Esti tu ca si viata.
    .
    Si esti atat de dureroasa pentru sufletul meu albastru,
    Si de frumoasa, atat de frumoasa, ca o irealitate reala.
    Cine esti tu fata si cine te poate iubi, ireala-reala fata ?
    .
    Locuri si fotografii care ma ating iar timpul ma cutremura,
    Momente care ma fascineaza si care dor pentru ca sufar.
    Esti o fascinatie ireala-reala ce nu am s-o pot uita niciodata,
    Fiindca tu existi si ca un Inger. Frumusetea ta reala vibreaza,
    Si mereu va fi prezenta in secundele mele,
    Reale si ca vise.
    .
    Sunt un om obisnuit iar tu esti fascinatia mea reala – ireala.
    Unde te poate gasi cel ce se uita in ochii tai de fata draga ?
    .
    Plec din casa si ma urc pe motocicleta. Si plec spre o dragoste.
    Plec spre tine, si plec pe drumul catre tineretea frumusetii ireale,
    Plec pentru ca iubesc o fata atat de frumoasa, ireala-reala si vise.
    .
    Author : Sorin Adam, poet
    Poetry Ambassador
    International Society of Poets
    New York – USA

  • 2007, 2008 poetry ambassador sorin adam

    Poetry : Love for NY & Poetry and Love for J. J.
    romanian version – ( workshop)
    .
    Numele meu si numele tau, un baiat si o dragoste de fata,
    Sunt ceea ce prietenii numesc fratie si libertatea-n dragoste.
    Numele meu este scris de catre iubirea ta, draga mea fata,
    Numele tau este scris de catre mine, ca floare si ca petale :
    Suntem ceea ce prietenii numesc Peace Love and Freedom.
    Hippy.
    .
    Numele meu sunt literele de pe o piatra veche, foarte veche,
    Numele tau este ceea ce eu am cules ca floare, catifelata fata,
    A vietii mele si plina de petale de dragoste, de saruturi carnale.
    Numele meu si numele tau, un baiat si o fata, scrise cu inimile :
    Suntem ceea ce prietenii numesc Peace, Love and Freedom.
    Hippy.
    .
    Numele meu este ceea ce trecutul ca : soarele, vantul si ploaia,
    L-a definit ca o pasare ce zboara libera spre inaltul Hymalaia.
    Numele tau este ceea ce trecutul, literele si albul hartiei cartii,
    L-a definit ca fetita ce vrea istorie si viata, libertatea si muzica.
    Si suntem ceea ce prietenii numesc Peace, Love and Freedom.
    Hippy.
    .
    Numele meu sunt literele scrise in sufletul tau plin de curcubee,
    Numele tau este ceea ce am cules eu din florile tale. Si Pacea :
    Dragostea, trairile, sensibilitatea, viata libera. Si The Freedom.
    Numele meu este plin de tine si de campiile cu flori : saruturile.
    Si suntem ceea ce prietenii numesc Peace, Love and Freedom.
    Hippy.
    .
    Numele meu este si muntele si apa, si ploaia si vantul : lumea.
    Numele tau este si atractie, si feminitate fara tocuri. Bulevarde.
    Si florile din parul tau lung de fata wild si iubitoare de viata.
    Numele meu este si numele tau, iar mainile noastre ating malul,
    Si iubirea, si florile.
    Si suntem ceea ce prietenii numesc Peace, Love and Freedom.
    Hippy.
    .
    Sunt pe langa viata asta si o foaie de hartie alba pe care scriu,
    Trairile mele scrise cu litere negre pentru mine, suferinte albastre.
    Trecutul ce acum vrea sa vorbeasca, eu stand singur, fara regret.
    Iar chinul este si mai mare fiind tot singur, nedr

  • 2007, 2008 poetry ambassador sorin adam

    Iar chinul este si mai mare fiind tot singur, nedreapta viata, litere.
    Uit de iubire, uit de dragostea cu tine, uit de flori dar nu de Pace.
    Si nu-mi pot uita insa nici viata, Eu-l, libertatea si a mea poezie.
    A poetului.
    .
    Si sa ma uit inainte si sa vad un orizont care este fara de lumina,
    Numele tau fiind scris de catre mine ca iubito sau floare salbatica.
    Si sa strig dupa singuratatea mea, dupa viata mea cu tine in Pace.
    Imprevizibila viata stand fara voi si fara iubirea voastra NY-cheza.
    Si fara tine J. J. Iar prietenii tai care sunt atat de tacuti batrani !?
    Haosul vietii noastre fara Peace, Love and Freedom. O alta moda.
    Hey U Liberty ( J. J. ), where are our Flowers ?
    .
    Author : Sorin Adam, poet. fellow poet
    “Citirea unora poate fi prea cursiva…si vreau Libertatea trecuta” !

  • Poetry Ambassador Sorin Adam

    Haiku
    .
    Dirty and Shadows,
    Your free mind and the liers :
    Sunsets of your words !
    .
    Author : Sorin Adam, poet
    Pen name : Richard San Washington

  • Poetry Ambassador Sorin Adam

    Poetry : Six years four you
    .
    Four you six years…
    The sun has rised every day in the same place,
    A monotony of life.
    Four you six years…
    In your life has been the silence, but for the fans,
    your music and your voice…and your lovely presence.
    .
    Four you six years…
    The moon was very dark, your tears was so blue
    as your silence in our life.
    For you six years…
    The mountains was full of snow, and the trees white,
    very white as a frozen love.
    .
    Four you six years…
    The vales of music was empty of smiles,
    without girls, without boies, without your funs.
    Four you six years…
    The muzic wasn’t sang by you to us
    and to your fellows…
    But the pianos and your lovely notes…
    .
    Four you six years…
    Your smile and your presence…
    Four you six years means many words
    and millions of seconds of silence.
    .
    Four you six years are tens,
    And ten is I look to you.
    In you I hear a song.
    .
    Author : Sorin Adam, poet

  • Poetry Ambassador Sorin Adam

    Poetry : Love for NY & Poetry and Love for J. J.
    romanian version
    .
    Numele meu si numele tau, un baiat si o dragoste de fata, sunt ceea ce prietenii numesc,
    iubire si ‘libertatea’ in dragoste. Numele meu este scris de catre iubirea ta, draga mea fata,
    Numele tau este scris de catre mine, ca floare si ca petale :
    Suntem ceea ce prietenii numesc Peace, Love and Freedom.
    Hippy.
    .
    Numele meu sunt literele de pe o piatra veche, foarte veche, numele tau este ceea ce eu,
    am cules ca floare, catifelata fata, a vietii mele si plina de petale de dragoste, de saruturi
    carnale. Numele meu si numele tau, un baiat si o fata, scrise cu inimile :
    Suntem ceea ce prietenii numesc Peace, Love and Freedom.
    Hippy.
    .
    Numele meu este ceea ce trecutul ca : soarele, vantul si ploaia, l-a definit ca o pasare,
    ce zboara libera spre inaltul Hymalaia. Numele tau este ceea ce trecutul, literele si albul
    hartiei cartii, l-a definit ca fetita ce vrea istorie si viata, libertatea si muzica.
    Si suntem ceea ce prietenii numesc Peace, Love and Freedom.
    Hippy.
    .
    Numele meu sunt literele scrise in sufletul tau plin de curcubee, numele tau este ceea ce
    am cules eu din florile tale. Si Pacea : dragostea, trairile, sensibilitatea, viata libera.
    Si The Freedom. Numele meu este plin de tine si de campiile cu flori : saruturile.
    Si suntem ceea ce prietenii numesc Peace, Love and Freedom.
    Hippy.
    .

  • Poetry Ambassador Sorin Adam

    Numele meu este si muntele si apa, si ploaia si vantul : lumea. Numele tau este si atractie,
    si feminitate fara tocuri. Bulevarde. Si florile din parul tau lung de fata salbatica si iubitoare
    de viata. Numele meu este si numele tau, iar mainile noastre ating malul, si iubirea, si florile.
    Si suntem ceea ce prietenii numesc Peace, Love and Freedom.
    Hippy.
    .
    Sunt pe langa viata asta si o foaie de hartie alba pe care scriu, trairile mele, scrise cu litere
    negre pentru mine, suferintele albastre. Trecutul ce acum vrea sa ne minta, eu stand singur,
    Iar chinul este si mai mare fiind tot singur, nedreapta viata literele mele. Uit de iubire,
    uit de dragostea cu tine, uit de flori dar nu de Peace, Love and Freedom…Si de Hippy.
    Si nu-mi pot uita nici viata, Eu-l, libertatea si a mea poezie. A poetului ce scrie,
    Pe pietrele Hymalaiei, catre tine!
    .
    Si sa ma uit inainte si sa vad un orizont care este fara de lumina, numele tau fiind scris
    de mine ca iubito sau floare salbatica. Si sa strig dupa singuratatea mea, dupa viata mea
    cu tine intr-o imprevizibila viata (!) stand fara voi si fara iubirea voastra ? Si fara tine ?
    Iar prietenii tai, care sunt atat de tacuti batrani, in haosul vietii noastre fara aceste…
    Peace, Love and Freedom. O alta moda, si alte “cuvinte” a libertatilor noastre.
    .
    Hey U Liberty ( J J ), where are our Flowers ?
    Desculti pe pamant, sa cantam cu tine privindu-te ca o floare salbatica.
    Si atat de frumoasa.
    .
    Author : Sorin Adam, poet

  • Poetry Ambassador Sorin Adam

    “Still in love with you”
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XsIubn5Pp6s&feature=related
    sorin adam,
    poet

  • Poet Sorin Adam

    More kities ?!
    .
    Kity, ya, ya, ya…
    Dreams…and you, and you love me.
    Life’s like ‘ten’ bitches ?!
    .
    Author : Sorin Adam, poet
    27.07.2011

  • Poet Sorin Adam
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    YOU,SA !!!!

    Haiku – Glory for my day
    .
    La Vie for Glory,
    Days, months, years of dark and lights,
    Glory for my day.
    .
    Author : Sorin Adam, poet

  • Poet Sorin Adam

    Haiku – F*ck you up CP 113/114!?

    Hey, Are you ready ?! ,
    Do you love my ass, ‘culture’ ?!
    My toy and myour lips.

    Author : Dipl. Eng. Sorin Adam, poet
    .
    3/4.08.2011 / Dobrescu Roxana Irenne-Natalia

  • Poet Sorin Adam

    Haiku – Could be Love ‘Black’ ?
    .
    ‘Black’ and two women,
    Kiss and her hands, her hot lips;
    I love you woman.
    .
    Author : Dipl. Eng. Sorin Adam, poet

  • Poet Sorin Adam

    Sorin Adam poet,
    http://sports.yahoo.com/nascar/blog/from_the_marbles/post/Former-Price-is-Right-model-to-make-NASCAR-debut?urn=nascar-wp3160
    .
    Haiku – NASCAR & Maryeve Dufault :
    Power & Horses of Human Mind.
    .
    NASCAR, eyes, glasses…
    and Power. Horses of Mind,
    Cars and you : ‘Red beast’.
    .
    Author : Sorin Adam, poet
    18.08.2011

  • Poet Sorin Adam

    Haiku : The Hell – F 1
    .
    Marlboro country !
    Senna, the victory way,
    To love “The Hell” : F1
    .
    Author : Sorin Adam, poet
    20.08.2011

  • Poet Sorin Adam

    poet,
    Haiku – Take me out : “The Hell”
    .
    Well, I hear the train…
    1 2 3 4 5
    Take me away from this noise,
    1 2 3 4 5 6 7
    Take me Hell out.
    1 2 3 4 5
    .
    Author : Sorin Adam, poet
    .
    20.08.2011
    11 : 52 [romanian hour]

    JIMI HENDRIX – Hear My Train Comin’ [Audio]
    http://www.youtube.com
    LYRIC: WELL I HEAR MY TRAIN A COMMIN’ I HEAR MY TRAIN A COMMIN’ I WAIT AROUND TRAIN STATION, WAITIN’ FOR THAT TRAIN TO TAKE ME AWAY BOY, TAKE ME THE HELL OUT…
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    - Haiku –
    Innocent (the SUnrise of a Rainbow D.A.y)

    Speack to me , love me,
    You should have a real sens…
    of reality.

    Author : dipl. eng. Sorin Adam – Poet
    22.12.2011
    08:33 PM

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    tsidi din SorinAdam

    Esti ca o mica picatura de culoare
    din imaginatia unui mare inger,
    Esti ca un rasarit de soare ce vrea sa atinga
    ingerul venit din “iadul” dragostei,
    Esti ca un inger ce vrea sa-l atinga dragostea
    din Universul iubirii,
    Esti ca o mica inima ce vrea sa pulseze viata unui om
    ce simte TIMPUL sau ca un timp al suferintei,
    You tsidi, you make me CRAZY, tu frumoasa picatura de culoare
    Din imaginatia unui mare alb inger.

    - Haiku –
    Bat tobele iubirii noastre tsidi

    Atinge-te-ma,
    Iubeste-ma ingere
    Si simte-ma-te

    author : dipl. eng. sorin adam – poets

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rFAH-l2U-Kk&feature=autoshare

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    Why you broken the law of a political refugee : MINE!
    Dublin / Ireland(1997-1999)

    International Court of Justice / Haga : PATERNITY TEST
    Malina Rebeca Adascalitei

    World Health Organisation :
    MALPRAXIS, COUNTY HOSPITAL BACAU / 27.September.2011,
    the dr. Florea
    and

    Political Police, red criminals!
    2000 – 2012 !

  • http://www.facebook.com/PoetSorinAdam 2007, 2008 Poetry Ambassador Sorin Adam
  • http://www.facebook.com/PoetSorinAdam 2007, 2008 Poetry Ambassador Sorin Adam
  • http://www.facebook.com/PoetSorinAdam 2007, 2008 Poetry Ambassador Sorin Adam

    http://youtu.be/nTDb309TKug via @youtube
    18.01.2012

    - Haiku –

    Love is for US “The Soul”

    Prison is for fear,
    Love is for “The Univers”.
    My life for your fear ?!

    author : geological engineering – dipl. eng. sorin adam – poet

    16.01.2012
    08:10 AM

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