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“COMPLETE WORKS” Alicia Ghiragossián
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FIRST EDITION: 2010 URARTU American University of Armenia and “A New Age” Publications P.O.Box 11243, Glendale, CA 91226-7243, USA www.poetalicia.com
To the immortal souls who guided me to channel all inspiration to have a glimpse of the multiverse and enrich my world
Special thanks to those who contributed to the publication of this volume: Dr. Sedrak Sedrakyan, president of “Urartu” American University of Armenia, for his unparalleled support, and Lara Vanian and Melissa Cassara for their invaluable assistance. Alicia Ghiragossián
Background Recognitions Themes and Philosophy Conclusion 21 21 24 25 44 46 46 48 49
Style Groundbreaking Theories Summary
INTERVIEW WITH GOD I (1970-2010)……… 51 Introspection 52 The encounter
I was waiting for You – God I knew it Now tears do not have an alphabet There is a symphony Today I hug You again I feel that the soul Now I’m asking You to listen 59 59 60 60 61 62 62 64 66 66 67 68 70 71 71 72 72 73 74 74
Solitude and Loneliness
In the depth of the night Loneliness has opaqued the world And everything is silence Solitude and loneliness I thought my light
Tired of living During times of sorrow Nothing and nobody God. Explain to me Perhaps I do not exist
I can cry like anybody I have played with my hours Who has designed this law
We hide the failures Now that deception I would like to exile from me The world is full of prose We know that to be born I don’t know I received love Do not give me deadlines I find my picture A new spelling I am tired I want to open the dictionary
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INTERVIEW WITH GOD II (1970-2010)……...85 Jealousy
What can we do What happened God God. Shut off Today’s generosity They did not understand I have faith my Lord Men have lost I am full of questions Enwomb me 86 87 87 88 88 89 90 90 91 92 92 95 97 99 103 103 108 108 110 111 111 111 112
I know You will not reveal to us On September 11 Having been born I am closing my eyes Der Zor But you know that now “Niet” God. Do not allow The time will come
Open – God the gates Are we going to exist…? The world must stop I need that which is authentic Life. A permanent rehearsal
Truth begins Those who do not walk In search of the truth I know You understand Only those who fly I know I am part I rise in rebellion I am what I am Like Queen Semiramis When there is an absence of suns Candlelight There is a special sun When silence goes beyond sound I am not afraid of veracity The first footstep is born Everything will change
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INTERVIEW WITH GOD III (1970-2010)…….123 Words
We wanted to fill up I am searching for a word I need more signs With a letter-sized notebook Sometimes I am bothered Let me talk to You Do you really see …? I have seen that words Words. Coming from the core God. I only have the poem We must abandon ourselves 124 124 125 126 126 127 127 128 129 129 130 131 131 131 132 132 133 133 134 134
We fail with words We have to discover I am hungry for absolutes And when dreams For those who dream Save me God Dream. Stop torturing me I have countless dreams I would like to go away
God. It must have been I woke up toward You To be I have to close my eyes A love that fades away Compact With love I touch the eternity I don’t know if love Love is not a chemical formulation In order for eternity He kissed me The diagram of memory Do not detach from me He told me His voice accompanied me In those silences of the unknown True love does not allow interruptions You and I immeasurable world A heart in love Without love Tonight I could love forever 135 135 136 137 137 138 138 139 140 140 140 141 142 142 143 144 144 145 145 146
INTERVIEW WITH GOD IV (1970-2010) ……147 Peace
Listen to this prayer They didn’t take anything The road of peace The broken wings of the dove …And there was war We have to spell the word p.e.a.c.e. Say hello to peace Only through peace 148 149 150 150 151 151 152 153 153 154 154 154 155 156 156
Where on these roads Send us faith In the absence of hope Hope interrupts I need that synergy Without a strong conviction I call for that hope
Be our irreplaceable witness I know – God It is not true In my innermost heart When humankind becomes a clone Hope of peace I want to seduce the future
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You be the judge and jury You are right Forgiveness and absolution Uproot those weeds The light is radiant
The last chapter
The moment when daybreaks I will die at midnight At my last minute Let me hear the echo Vanishing My last second The time is coming I am taking no object with me My entity is embodied in ashes Many times I have experienced ashes You know I chose poetry I confess that love was always Now I can be trusted I am trying to say good-bye This is the hour to enter
AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE (2009)……174 Introduction 176 Quotations 178
Great souls speak the truth Pain is always fresh It would be funny Carl Jung was right Wars are primitive and cruel Have you heard the dialogue 179 182 183 184 187 188
The world must understand We join in a collective mind Yes The pain caused by genocide And we feel But what happened recently? The Turkish government I swear! It was heartwarming The president of Armenia Some powers of this planet It was sad To cover a crime The key to the survival Although we have survived The human community We – the people chosen In the micro-cosmos Our mission
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LOVE HOLOGRAMS (2007)…………………...213 Holograms of Waiting
I hope What is the mystery I have thrown to the wind Autumn… A windstorm What is your address? I would like to rewind time Another day is beginning When? I am in silence From all my silences From the Valley of Hope When I think of you The moment I will face you Dream That will be my love …And we will be elated 214 216 216 217 217 218 218 218 219 219 220 220 221 221 222 222
Alicia Ghiragossián 10 COMPLETE WORKS Holograms of the Fulfilled Prophesy In search of a future On what street of paradise Orphaned by love You appeared in my life chart Your picture is not clear You touched me I am etherized No e-mail Full moon No contact with the world …And I ask myself I have been in love before Erase the shadows I planted a dream 223 223 224 225 225 226 226 226 227 227 228 228 229 229 229 231 231 232 232 233 233 234 234 235 235 236 237 237 238 238 239 239 239 240 240 241 241 242 Holograms of the Encounter All along The day I met you An earthquake? Forever The rain I found your soul Psychics said it A simple song A moment sculpted by words My entire body With you From which time-tunnel Your eyes are so blue As long as my memory When you are far from me You are with me I open my heart Hugging I wake up by the touch The sun just rose A skirt You unnailed me Would it be a sin…? Now I know .
.Alicia Ghiragossián 11 COMPLETE WORKS Our oneness Moment of tenderness Who knows how many times Am I really your angel I feel like a bride Our encounter was sealed No one can take away Last night I didn’t cry There are glances dancing We cannot die… You are the one Chosen by God Our beings expanded Loves are handmade on earth I have not erased your message When our souls meet It was unique Above the world 242 243 243 244 244 245 246 246 247 247 248 249 249 249 250 250 251 251 WAR AND TRUTH (2007)…………………….Speeches… You look at our pain Did I say a mask? A heavy mass But many of our soldiers They were with Gandhi Did you really want The convoys We the people were mocked Is the rest of the planet…? Blossoming lives You learned to repeat …And the caravan Now we all would simply like Money to get more money We had no heroes to save us 254 254 255 255 256 256 257 258 259 259 260 261 261 262 262 263 263 264 264 265 266 ..253 Government of America But how to repeat You claimed idealism You said you had a reason You cannot even accept Speeches….
ARTSAKH (2006)……….278 You lived for so long I came… I saw… It was a simple visit Good morning Stepanakert Hypnotized I knew your mountains It was written The candle of my altar From other galaxies What is it called Through the passage It was the first time The old love melted You are not transparent In presence of your crosses When I invoke you I can measure From the strength I lit seven candles Empty houses 279 280 281 281 282 283 283 284 285 285 286 286 287 288 288 289 290 290 291 292 ...Alicia Ghiragossián 12 COMPLETE WORKS What happened with civil liberties…? What happened with “no person…? Arrogance and blasphemy Just see the pictures The lands remained mined My child did not go to war We cannot run away Our intelligence is downcast Technology is advanced The need to torture Souls in twilight Turn on a thousand chandeliers And the whole world is asking But if the executioners Where were the religious leaders We don’t know how much cruel War and truth We need Justice There is no other way 266 267 268 269 269 270 271 271 272 272 273 273 274 274 274 275 276 276 277 GOOD MORNING.
.312 I locked One and a half millennia We created an amazing us Those hours gave life Our time of togetherness Us The moment is blended 313 314 315 316 316 317 318 ..…….Alicia Ghiragossián 13 COMPLETE WORKS But the land of my ancestors A whirlwind is conquering Was that me …? Resurrected from the legend My Lord: allow me to bring When was it? Destiny determined Open the volumes My dreams embodied yours There was a call of freedom I have autographed The tombs are aligned I place my soul A different peace Let the snow of your peaks You were talking with me I am a voluntary hostage The sun is setting The moment I left An airplane Watching the picture Pictures are more than pieces of paper The magic of love When you remember From my past I gather From the ninth cloud I am amazed But wasn’t I born already? Should I lift the ocean …? From where does your power come…? Hour by hour 292 293 294 294 295 296 297 297 298 299 299 300 301 301 302 303 303 304 304 305 305 306 307 307 308 308 309 309 310 310 311 ONE AND A HALF MILLENNIA OF LOVE (1998)………………………….
Alicia Ghiragossián 14 COMPLETE WORKS The essence of our love I don’t know Slice by slice I felt it And delirium was baptized There is a fountain of truth The possible was born We join in ecstasy It was the first day When I embrace you Perhaps as a prophesy I embrace I’m confused I don’t know who are you Let’s forget I wanted to travel The time of farewell We separated Distance All our moments together You had hands of heaven Your eyes The moment of love I take a deep breath I was defeated With your picture It’s two o’clock You filled up my world My brain And every day Love 318 319 320 320 321 321 322 322 323 323 324 324 324 325 326 327 327 328 329 329 330 331 331 332 333 334 334 335 335 336 337 IMMORTALS (1990’s-2000’s)…………………338 Introduction 339 To Charles Aznavour To Jorge Luis Borges To Frederic Chopin To Jesus Christ To His Holiness the 14th Dalai Lama To Salvador Dali 341 341 344 345 346 348 .
Alicia Ghiragossián 15 COMPLETE WORKS To Princess Diana To Hrant Dink To Placido Domingo To Mahatma Gandhi To Juana de Ibarbourou To Martin Luther King Jr. To Nelson Mandela To Michael Moore To Luciano Pavarotti To Eva Peron To Astor Piazzolla To Pablo Picasso To William Saroyan To Alfonsina Storni To Mother Teresa 349 351 353 354 355 356 357 357 359 360 360 362 362 364 365 BEYOND MEMORIES (1990’s-2000’s)………. Divorce The horses of my carrousel Me complicated? .368 Of love You appeared from nowhere Your presence injected wings At the Egyptian museum Do not lie to me Pleasure and grief You have angels in your eyes Last love You are the arrow I close my eyes You are far away I don’t feel lonely You told me five words Hold me tight 369 369 370 371 372 373 373 374 374 375 375 376 376 378 378 379 379 379 380 382 382 Of deception Magnetism Please do not talk to me I am free Webs The wine is ready.
395 Introduction 396 Solitude I returned from the dinner dance Today my face is not reflected From now on nobody will know Solitude If those who are dead …And God entered my bedroom Who might wish to be my brother Today I can sense I believe Fame and loneliness My will is open now 397 398 398 399 399 400 400 400 401 401 401 402 403 403 403 404 404 405 405 406 Peace We pay a high price We have seen harmony Serenity lands on the grass Peace shivers in cold We walk without contentment Lies and corruption When death promises peace Peace is the key Quantum ..Alicia Ghiragossián 16 COMPLETE WORKS As charming 383 383 385 386 387 388 389 389 390 392 Of moods Over the running of time Over and over again Let me drink today Of thoughts Sculpture Advertisement Lesser Man Of life and death Newborn Crossing the Threshold To Igor Alexanian BEYOND THE WORD MEDITATION (1994).
Alicia Ghiragossián 17 COMPLETE WORKS Truth If truth is truth We always go in search of a memory We enter live and die Poem within a poem When two smiles become one …And what is friendship When death silences my voice It is the kiss To sink in restraint Ignoring our origin and purpose Why try to explain We incurably blend We live the present This is a time In search of the non-essential The sea is above The incomplete version of existence We went and returned All the latitudes Stretching the steps Suddenly nothingness happens We wake up to life Life is synonym of waiting 410 411 411 411 412 413 413 414 414 414 415 415 415 415 416 416 416 416 417 417 418 418 419 419 420 420 420 420 421 421 421 422 422 422 423 423 423 Time Darkness Everything is new Naked We live a time We are not the owners of time It is not enough We erect a world of fantasy Dream and non-dream It is all a game When time stops We unveil time Prophesy We will not accept nothingness From the limit We will face the possibility .
It is both We have lived much I know it.426 Love Love is the genius of existence I am since you became I want to create a new word for you I will write your name And I know I will love you You missed me I am giving you my old tears You will be gone When I write your name Unique I recognize you The wisdom of the stars Are you the promised heaven Deep night Close your eyes Don’t do anything else for me I want to grasp And I thought I would never find you When you see a tear Be with me Yes. You are my last love You are chained to my dreams Enchantment The time of love 427 427 427 428 429 429 429 429 430 430 431 431 431 432 432 433 433 434 434 434 434 435 435 435 436 436 437 437 438 438 439 439 440 Absence My loneliness breathes I wish I could be inside you You are with me We realized that the years We didn’t need to travel galaxies I have been talking with your eyes You are gone and I am fading away .Alicia Ghiragossián 18 COMPLETE WORKS The day I say It will happen Just there where reasoning and faith 423 424 424 BEYOND THE WORD LOVE (1994)………….
.462 Introduction 463 I am writing your name 465 ...448 There is an essence of sanctity You do not have life yet Without knowing you I do not know who you might be You move in my womb I am evoking you Soon we will become two The whole world is a symphony Today you unfold yourself I have not yet prepared your crib Sleep now in your humid space Time and restlessness Unrivaled tenderness You are looking at me You run parallel …And finally the announced miracle I would like to look at you for ages I keep for centuries They ask me what is happiness Letter to My Child 449 450 450 451 452 453 453 454 454 454 455 456 456 456 457 457 458 458 459 459 BEYOND THE WORD ROOTS (1994)……….Alicia Ghiragossián 19 COMPLETE WORKS That hug I trusted you You have been so absent You did not understand me If sunrise is fading for us I tried hard What is this reasoning Your brand of love I wonder Everything looked like a stage I don’t know if love is dead There are some tears The labyrinth has ended 441 441 441 442 443 444 444 445 446 446 446 447 447 BEYOND THE WORD MOTHERHOOD (1994)…………………………………………….
546 ..484 Love in Buenos Aires 485 Offices for God 501 TO THE LOVE IN MY DREAMS (1987)……....515 ABOUT THE AUTHOR………………………...Alicia Ghiragossián 20 COMPLETE WORKS I was aware of you You are not just in one place After the ashes I would like to buy I know one day I will take with me We are not claiming justice I visualized a simple sky Letter to my Homeland To be an Armenian Earthquake Heroes Independence 465 465 466 466 467 468 468 469 469 475 478 480 482 BEYOND THE STAGE FOR HEAVEN (1994) (Pedro Amor) (dialogued story-poems)…..
Hence. our culture is millenary and our poetry rich. Although Armenia is a small country. … I’m afraid to ask for God as language is silent. Her voice is indisputably distinct and fresh. She started writing in Spanish at the age of fourteen. of modern classicism. Petorutti. For many years the Armenian people have believed that there is a place in the world reserved for our literature. We have had great poets in our history and Ghiragossián joins their legacy of significance and beauty. At present. Presta and Le Parc. particularly for the work of one of our most beloved poets: Alicia Ghiragossián. Fontana. a blood that followed her to the United States of America. Almost simultaneously a selection of her poems . there is an imprint of three cultures in her trilingual production: the Argentine. where she resides at present. and we could say it has a stamp of permanence. where her parents found refuge escaping from genocide. Background Born in Argentina. the Armenian and the American. it reaches to sixty one books. 2010. she has been drawn by the imposition of her blood.Alicia Ghiragossián 21 COMPLETE WORKS INTRODUCTION I’m going through matter I’m being freed and dissolved behind the signs. Her first poetry book was published in 1966 and her sudden rise to fame occurred in 1967 when her second book was translated into Italian and published in Italy with the illustrations of Picasso.
When her first book in Armenian was published in Yerevan it was an instant best seller and she became an overnight legend. her manuscripts and bronze bust were kept at the National Museum of Art and Literature of Armenia. has a soothing and mesmerizing effect in their patients. Alicia is in the hearts of our people. During the last four decades we have been nourished. Her poems were read and sung all over the country. write in more than one language and Alicia is one of them. Russian and Swedish. Perhaps for the first time in universal history. provoking a change in them at a cellular level. Some medical doctors in Armenia have stated that her recorded voice. Persian. reading her poems. which we consider to be one of the highest calibers in our literature. They state that her voice and poetry have healing powers. Greek and French and have also been translated into Portuguese. artists sculpted her bust and painted her portrait. Inspired by her poetry. For this reason.” Subsequently. she graduated from the University of Buenos Aires as an attorney. a black market for poetry was created in that country. In the history of literature there are few authors who. And many composers. Her works have been published in Italian. Newspapers that published a new poem of hers would be sold for twenty times its original price. She constantly wrote poetry and performed as a stage actress. such as internationally . yet she always pursued arts and literature. In Argentina. There was a whirlwind in the field of poetry at all levels and a legion of admirers and followers of her work was born.Alicia Ghiragossián 22 COMPLETE WORKS translated into Armenian appeared in the literature vault of Soviet Armenia. enriched and deepened by her poetry. like Kahlil Gibran. from factory workers to academicians. The media echoed her creations and announced the birth of a star. miracle poetry” and “a phenomenon. They called her poetry “a monumental cross stone.
In Armenia. In fact. synthesis and economy of expression and the abolition of anecdotal discourses or rhetorical proclamations. Around that time. she only visited a few schools and a couple of universities: Yerevan State University and Urartu University. universities and writers’ unions in two countries. elimination of rhymes. on occasion of the publication of her Complete works in Armenian by our Academy. Her landscapes are those of the soul.Alicia Ghiragossián 23 COMPLETE WORKS acclaimed Argentine tango icon Astor Piazzolla. You could detect . Students. receptions and staging her poetry. On every occasion the warmest feelings were expressed. In October of 2005. invited our poet for encounters and readings. many cultural institutions. Brazil. the mind and the heart. schools. her work was the subject of a thesis for a Ph. Armenia and Artsakh. Knowing of her presence. embodying in her suggestions a light that transcends time.D. composed music inspired by her poetry in 1969. she founded the meta-dimensional school of poetry. Ghiragossián has conducted workshops in Modern Poetry at UCLA. Alicia Ghiragossián discards external landscape descriptions. In 1993. it was not possible to satisfy them all. in Literature. given lectures at universities in various countries and participated in world congresses. professors and authorities conveyed their admiration through speeches. Time-wise. mixed with the nostalgia of the old times when Alicia’s poems took root in their hearts. poetry written in Armenian. where she formulated the equation of metaphors and advocated freedom from old rules. Ghiragossián was our official guest for an entire month. construction of inner rhythm. at the University of San Pablo. since 1967 is heavily inspired and influenced by the wording and style of her multi-thematic work. Dr. Her impact is enormous and indelible. She is also into essence and depth and favors suggestion over declaration. by the voice of her sensitive soul and by her boundless imagery.
the Minister of Culture. in Armenia. Moreover. whom they have admired for decades. Those memories are living miracles. the Prime Minister and the President of the Nation. received her in private audience. Ghiragossián has won the respect. It was touching to see how honored they felt having the surprise visit of our poet. just like in all her appearances. I learned then that to be with Alicia Ghiragossián. Ibarbourou and Saroyan have praised the beauty of her verses… and Picasso has illustrated her work. But what surprised me above all was the emotional richness of the moments out of schedule and the attitude of the country people when we traveled through different mountainous and rural areas. International giants like Prevert. Oscar Arias Sanchez. Perhaps in his eyes she had the uncommon ability to dissect the soul through words the same way the artist severed his images. They would open their homes and hearts to receive us. framed by an enthusiastic session of autographs and pictures. Recognitions Dr. In Artsakh she was honored by the writers’ union and the military troops. one has to be ready for constant emotional encounters. John Hume and Dr. . endorsement and admiration of several world icons and Nobel Peace Laureates. In minutes they would cover their table with all kinds of foods and drinks and Armenian dance music would start. She had a successful reading at a main theater starting and ending with a standing ovation.Alicia Ghiragossián 24 COMPLETE WORKS tears in the hundreds of people surrounding her and asking for her autograph. They even knew by heart many of her verses and would repeat them with the feelings of their first reading. such as His Holiness the 14th Dalai Lama.
Tiempo. In the United States of America a significant number of articles and reviews appeared highlighting her “extraordinary creative talent. Nothing escapes her eyes. Her inspiration reminds us of the passion flowing in Johann Wolfgang von Goethe’s works. But haven’t I truly . as well as Argentine artists who illustrated her work: Urruchúa.Alicia Ghiragossián 25 COMPLETE WORKS Her work has been admired by legendary poets of Armenia: Shiraz. Bruzzone. Her fervor to create peace and unify the people of our planet is noteworthy. because it is transcendental. For that reason. Tálice. her roots. Themes and Philosophy Her vision of the world and her connection with the universe make Alicia Ghiragossián as multifaceted as a kaleidoscope. truth and spiritual beauty. Although attached to her Armenian roots. There is an ever present quest for love in the folds of her verses. Policastro and Grandi. Ghiragossián is considered the last bastion of the Armenian Renaissance in poetry. She is definitely against wars and dictatorships and has no tolerance for injustice. Koremblit and many others. her work has resonated in the hearts of her readers and has earned hundreds of testimonials. her voice is not local. My child did not go to war. Emin and Kaputikian. as if she channels the spirits of the great poets and philosophers in history. Sevak. Argentine writers have also expressed their amazement toward her work: Borges. It has a universal range. among others… In many ways. and her heart doesn’t stand indifferent to anything. a love that outspreads to peace. motherhood.” including the Los Angeles Journal and the Book Wire Review. I have not lost anyone. Petit de Murat. Her spectrum is wide and goes from a metaphysical and contemplative perspective to the frustration for the loss of peace.
Alicia Ghiragossián 26 COMPLETE WORKS when my country has lost so many and so much…? Don’t we all lose a little of something when human beings vanish before fulfilling their dreams? Aren’t we part of the universe? Aren’t we affected by the whole? * The broken wings of the dove must be healed with the voice of our hearts. We have to bury the bombs and tie the demons until the hatred of sub-men is dissolved. We have to unthink violence and mispronounce crime. * Say “hello” to peace and the angels will travel with a new melody from note to note leaving their resonance in every cell projecting sounds as a soothing veil to cover all the wounds all the pain .
Alicia Ghiragossián 27 COMPLETE WORKS to erase the roots of holocausts and massacres of senseless deaths… and restore forever the crushed reservoirs of hope on earth. passionate verses. They are masterpieces. particularly genocide and its consequences. They offer a blend of intellect and emotion. with a rare creative seal. be that physical. she has given voice to the victims. In them. She has a visceral reaction against any injustice. Sometimes it seems as though everything has already been said. as she says. …And vibe upon vibe go beyond this galaxy to gather every being around a master wish and sing. written with freshness of style and lyricism. has grasped the roots and essence of our people and has reflected in the Armenian tear the suffering of the entire cosmos. expressed with the power of a Dante Alighieri and engraved in the history of our people: . Sing the loudest song of life and build up a universe as the playground of love. emotional or psychological damages suffered by survivors and their descendants since.” They are deep. Being a child of survivors of genocide and belonging to a generation born with lacerations. traumas and psychic wounds inherited at a molecular level. “the soul is not less important than the body. she had the need to address that pain. but her verses manage to pronounce the unpronounced. Our literature is extensive on this subject.
I want to shout. … Dense furies are hardening in my throat.Alicia Ghiragossián 28 COMPLETE WORKS …One by one the thorny laments slash the walls of memory and you can feel the anger of the unburied bones and you can hear the pounding of dried blood jolting the earth. … Thousands of screams thundering through time are carved here. The rage of the universe crushing the light is condensed here. Stand up! Stand up within my soul so I can cover the burning ice of the world with my warm breath. … Plow through the desert and stand up so that today at this very moment we can go together to pick up all the scattered voices .
She chanted the Armenian reality from the creation of its alphabet to the tragic happenings of the last century. Her prophesies about the independence of Armenia were written a quarter of a century before they became a reality: I know one day the prohibition of your dreams will fade away. … I met you through my blood.Alicia Ghiragossián 29 COMPLETE WORKS of the earth and compose the loudest song to deafen the explosions. some ten years before Alex Haley did it among the Americans. And holding hands -with old blood and different skinclimb the rays of all the suns and create an Apocalypse until a clear time meets us in heaven. Ghiragossián has unburied and recreated the concept of roots among the Armenians. She echoed the resistance of her people. You will be able to unfold your lungs . No one has reconciled the concept of identity with that of belonging like her: I was aware of you to be aware of me. identified with its struggles against oppression and shared their dreams. Her rebellions and prophesies bear the spirit of Kahlil Gibran. aims and hopes.
Alicia Ghiragossián 30 COMPLETE WORKS when the Ararát will breathe freedom and you will finally learn the miracle of acknowledging yourself. We need to talk… … Today we have a date with human rights and we aspire to look straight into the sun even if in searching for light we get burned even if we cannot measure the sky all at once. Because when time is matured and limits are vanished God will change His robe of ashes will wipe away His tears and will go at last to look for you. Yes. . * …The codes have exploded! They say that claims will be heard and a different law will renew the rusted justice. * …The throne of anti-silence has been registered with courage.
we share the same bio-energetic field and we are assembled in the same Collective Mind of the universe. And because she writes with love and identification. She is convinced that no matter what faith we profess. a pain she deeply shared: We have become experts. as well. … …And I go back to my half-life where the sun shines cloudlessly with sarcasm. Her work breathes metaphysical truth. . And I decide to pick up its rays to weave a cover so I can softly warm the frozen hopes of my people. no matter what is the color of our skin. nobody is a child of a lesser god. her verses are on the lips of the people and remain in their hearts and souls as a treasure of historical reflections. the pain caused by the pulverizing earthquake. We have graduated with honors from all the universities of pain slavery deportation rape massacre and now earthquake heartquake soulquake. her poetry reflects. We are the cells of the same body of existence.Alicia Ghiragossián 31 COMPLETE WORKS Do not execute the old verdicts! Now the judges will be judged! In addition.
She delves into metaphysics. When space gets filled up with love we shall be the creators of light and accomplish the impossible. in touch with other realms of existence. creating a connection that is bonding. as if her mind was aligned with a higher intelligence. She considers that to be the highest truth of the cosmos and she is convinced that there is a basic blueprint of destiny within our free will: Truth begins by discovering what is wrong. . When silence goes beyond sound we shall be revealed. it is obvious that her spiritual discourse does not come through knowledge but through the channels of her soul. In Alicia’s verses. And the beginning is only the shadow of the total truth. The energy present in those messages links with the energy of the reader. Her universe-made reality is vibrant and prophetic. For that reason. whether at a conscious or a subconscious level. her expressions often go beyond the informational value of the words.Alicia Ghiragossián 32 COMPLETE WORKS Her core belief system is based on the unavoidable forces of balance: what is done to others is done to us. and become coded messages from the universe. Every premonition is a memory of whatever has already been decided.
This poet has mastered. “One gets surprised that words can bear such an uncontrollable force under the sensitive pen of the poet.Alicia Ghiragossián 33 COMPLETE WORKS * Everything will change. the art of confession: … I chose poetry as a hideaway from the polluted world .. and probably learn who or what gave me the strength to accept the puzzle of destiny and make a difference. The mirrors will resign to reflect images… … A new dawn will announce the dethroned and the reign of truth will inaugurate the always. As a critic said. I might finally meet the Great Equalizer..” She describes. The surprise will surprise itself. with the power of a William Blake. the esoteric phenomena after death: I can feel the disintegration of my vanity and the transformation of my ego. One gets surprised that so much depth and so many sublime feelings can be expressed by common words when they come together. as well.
yet she delivers her observations with powerful concision. in which the poems embody a story. In them. Loyalty to illusion was a way to search for truth.Alicia Ghiragossián 34 COMPLETE WORKS as a candid road for liberty. One of her creations is the literary genre called dialogued story-poems. earth becomes immaterial and heaven tangible. and poetry is blended with Platonic dialogues: -And the word? Where is the word? -Look for the radiance. condensing her expressions to a quintessential point and presenting them with brilliance: Only those who fly can contemplate and understand other souls in flight… * I know I am part of the collective whole which makes me the whole of the part. -Perhaps the word is hidden there. … I am vehemently against becoming a thing because it interrupts the internal rhythm . earnest truth. From a philosophical perspective. her verses are sealed with a penetrating. She scrutinizes thoughts with a magnifying lens. Do you see the light? -Yes. thoughts and feelings can be detected as energy.
She even elevates punctuation to an existential metaphor: …The circles can close until the period is born… * …What would happen to the soul if the question marks vanish? * Who might wish to be my brother to place a semicolon in my palpitations to attend the unbridling of my nostalgia and to warm up the cruelty of my winters? Her creations have a sense of traveling to unknown dimensions: …I lost my own orbit to reach the space where the gods grow endlessly… * I could cross the universe mounted on the frequency of the wildest dreams… When she talks about the power of words.Alicia Ghiragossián 35 COMPLETE WORKS of the universe. it feels as if Rumi. the thinker poet of Islam. is resurrected: Sometimes I am bothered by those words I do not pronounce .
Words can intoxicate they can make you lose everything find everything they can turn the world upside down or create eternity.Alicia Ghiragossián 36 COMPLETE WORKS because after a long wait they die and I remain full of dead words. There is also a Shakespearian journey and quest in many of her reflections: We have to discover if dreams are born from the reverse of reality or they are the sign of a higher truth. * The only immortal . Peace has lost its own peace. * I have seen that words have a soul and they travel straight to another soul. No doubt the prismatic view in her paradoxes is thought provoking: Peace is frozen disarticulated indigent and has lost its awareness of being.
In her consummate style. at others with rebellion. There is greatness in her verses: …And God entered my bedroom without slippers.. … …And God was barefoot. . praying or exposing her vulnerability as a human being in permanent struggle. * Prayers that remain unanswered do hurt me. my Lord? To whom do You pray? … I sense Your presence because the tangible world has become a dance of virgin doves… Her poems on solitude and loneliness are the screen where a soul not understood is projected. a writer commented that she has the gift of humanizing the divine and divinizing the human. she interviews God as if in a monologue with her own soul. Her expressions reflect the pain of the sensitive being lost in an insensitive world: …And we could not build a higher tower of loneliness than the exact center where your tears . Regarding her mysticism.Alicia Ghiragossián 37 COMPLETE WORKS is the time to die..And I rearranged my bedroom. How are Yours. where to be in contact with the sacred is a spiritual rather than religious connection. at times with reverence. Her work often enters that timeless domain.
Warmth and possession of the soul to inspire action renewed and renewed constantly even at the border of the last tear and further to the last minute when all tears stop . in the power of faith.And what is death if not an equally endless monologue imitating life? It was written that “Alicia perfects the perfection with that wisdom which cannot be acquired in the academies. * Hope. She attains to define the indefinable. that magical and malleable substance with which poetry and death are made. We could not create a larger creed of nothingness than the subtle point where my agony blends with yours. in modifying the script of our own life movie: I call for that hope Lord untouched by doubts which dehydrate my dreams. in the firm determination of creating and recreating destiny..” She is also the poet of hope.. … And what is life if not an endless monologue walking toward death? . She believes in positive energy.Alicia Ghiragossián 38 COMPLETE WORKS link with mine.
depicting a unique spiritual insight to the physical presence of the child. In her poems of motherhood. reserved for those who know that life and death are just links in the long chain of existence: There is an essence of sanctity when we feel a God-like power inside us . * I want to seduce the future mesmerize it reach the cherished cloud and share the miracles. And fly and fly. establishing a soul connection with the child. For the first time in the history of poetry. she creates an eternal bond between mother and child that goes beyond the physical frontiers. Here she enters into an altogether different dimension. She describes the mother from within.Alicia Ghiragossián 39 COMPLETE WORKS and heavens are ready to welcome our unused breath. These poems are an esoteric communication with the spirit of the unborn child. mystical dialogues of unparallel depth.. They are metaphysical. who is destined to give life to the mother.. she declares that the child is the one who gives life to the mother. I am craving the reassurance of a new time to destroy the crumpled pages of the past and add magic to the wisdom of love with the sweetest melodies of harps to recruit angels so I can fly with them.
. You are the incarnated miracle that will transform me into a mother… * You are looking at me from a world where the glance does not exist yet and I can see you without looking at you. … People think I give you birth but we both know we give birth to each other. * …And finally the announced miracle became tangible and you were born. … I saw you and recognized at once the new beginning of my own self. I the child you the mother.Alicia Ghiragossián 40 COMPLETE WORKS with the energy to create life… * Without knowing you I recognize you without touching you I embrace you.
For her. her verses vibrate in a higher frequency and have a resonance that infect the readers. it is the ultimate philosophy of life. Alicia Ghiragossián is the poet of love. When defining or conveying love. Blake and all the romantics in contact with Divine Love. who express the kind of altitude and depth that is only shared by the chosen ones who exalt and deify love: . the most transcendental phenomenon. love is more than a feeling. All this power comes from love.” Love is the genius of existence. The day I depart do not believe in my absence. Gibran. “the genius of existence. Beyond death. Neruda. Rumi. Lovers restore eternity. letting them step into the dimensions of the soul where eternity is harbored. In that frequency we can encounter the souls of Shakespeare. The opposite of love is not just dis-love but death itself. Beyond life. … …Remember always that my love for you is beyond words.Alicia Ghiragossián 41 COMPLETE WORKS * … Maybe others will not remember me but your cells will never forget they were part of mine a bonding substance of matter and love.
And half never means half but a perfect two like a tear drop cut exactly in the middle. It was difficult to find Armenians in love. in Armenia. since her books were sold out. who escape out of town with only Alicia’s love poems. * I don’t know if love . They identified with her brand of love as an invitation to enter ecstasy. who were not captivated by her poetry and did not know by heart many of her verses. You and I the universe. We grew up with her poetry.Alicia Ghiragossián 42 COMPLETE WORKS …His voice was music composed in a paradise of chosen gods. particularly from the late 60’s to the late 80’s. You and I inseparable one. It was the cell that multiplied among mine and programmed in my blood the connection with infinity. We have heard innumerable stories of lovers. often handwritten in a notebook. And many became addicted: A heart in love conceals strange arithmetic. Two never means two but a perfect one. Alicia Ghiragossián is a legend for us.
We are convinced it is the key to open the roads to an elevated state of being. elevate and recreate the being.Alicia Ghiragossián 43 COMPLETE WORKS is the falling or the rising to madness. the path for the alchemical miracle to metamorphose the impure into the pure. How can welded souls be separated when they have lost their own shape in the fusion? * Perhaps as a prophesy it was written in my genes the intimacy with yours. Open arms are the prologue of a hug. Perhaps both in ordered symbiosis… * True love does not allow interruptions. Reading her lines we believe that love is the magical influence to purify. Love is not a chemical formulation . made of particles of light. the source of true happiness. Open arms are the sign of freedom but they are also the design of a hurting Christ. No doubt she also knows of pain: I received love with open arms and they remained open. transport.
the game of interests. However.Alicia Ghiragossián 44 COMPLETE WORKS where the attraction occurs in the rhythm of the blood… where two people survive in their own substance. feelings and perceptions. It is the universe of a huge us.” Conclusion There is no doubt that Alicia Ghiragossián is profoundly idealistic. the final seal. Her mission is to resurrect the lost love for poetry by adding sound to it. Her verdict is final: love is the supreme code. It is the alchemy of a miracle where souls fuse in the encounter. We have to inject this concept en all relationships. It is a you and an I beyond a plural touching a time without boundaries. fear. She intends to bring back the Renaissance of poetry. the corrosion of envy and other human weaknesses and brings a new scope through her perceptions. the vanities. isolation. the Alpha and Omega…of everything. her merits are not only in her most subtle ideas. She rebels against the corruption in society. injustice and wars. so to attain a peaceful and joyful life on earth. because she believes that poetical expressions are powerful and their energy is directly . And she comments: Humanity needs to understand the weight of love. or her talent to express them. through her readings. the shallowness. She is the poet who understands that the lack of love in the world opens the roads of pain.
which grows in refinement under the influence of poetry that elevates you. Armenia .Alicia Ghiragossián 45 COMPLETE WORKS captured by the soul. We have no doubt that the creation of Alicia Ghiragossián is a gift to the people of the world. Women like her. a valuable contribution to enhance the purpose and value of life. Countless literary experts agree: this poet is an extraordinary phenomenon. ABGAR APINIAN Professor of literature and literary critic. make the history of the spirit possible. They inspire introspection into those issues that are substantial for a harmonious global existence.
It is flooded. by the depth of her essential being. Therefore. She masters the expression with an extraordinary power of concision and synthesis. I consider it proper to underline her singular style and groundbreaking theories in a very abridged manner. intuitions. to summarize a gigantic work. Since this volume is a Complete Work. Her talent for metaphors is amazing. Her landscapes are those of the soul created by the paintings of her imagination. with meta-dimensions. rivers or mountains. such as the poetry of Dr. refracted like the rays of the sun and collected in our souls. requires a sharp scalpel to separate the main components of her creation. her emotions. Ghiragossián. Nothing bucolic or pastoral. as well. and metaphysical presence. thus creating a suggestion or a fascinating metaphor that invite us to think or feel more profoundly. 2. We don’t find a single photograph of a beautiful landscape in nature. but she opens an entirely new outlook. STYLE 1. extraordinary metaphors and images seen with a sequence of angled mirrors. thoughts. be them skies. Then we need to classify them and use a good set of spotlights to highlight what is relevant and unique. 3. She eliminates explanations and dehydrates the additional wording to condense the expression and widen her vision. sunsets. The Poet-Philosopher of the New Millennium. that the poetry of Alicia Ghiragossián is full of feelings. new realities and conscience.Alicia Ghiragossián 46 COMPLETE WORKS TWO WORDS As I wrote in my book Alicia G. With magnetic attraction those . beliefs and dreams. which gives stature to her work. We are surprised by the most simple and beautiful combination of words to convey a captivating thought. by the philosophy of her mind. She not only says more with much less.
Her work is destined to endure. instead of being laid out. 4. She puts them together with such an art that a new viewpoint. her metaphors are literary relics. into the secret combination of tangible and intangible elements. There is no use of rhymes. yet her metadimensional style lets her messages reach subliminal levels. Automatically. She never chooses two abstract or two concrete elements. or the case of the dialogued story-poems. behind the expressions or in the blanks of the spaces. The savvy thinker finds countless sub-messages. rather one abstract and one concrete one. 9. subtly hidden in the folds of the words. and be interpreted according to the rhythm and understanding that might dominate in the future.Alicia Ghiragossián 47 COMPLETE WORKS metaphors invite us to enter into them. An entirely different and magical world opens in front of us. Most thoughts. are suggested with a phenomenological effect. Her biggest argument is that a . With direct diction and elimination of obvious adjectives. it is poetry of essences. for that reason. The only exceptions are the epic poems of historic character. Her work is destined to last. 7. She addresses our conscious mind. but a harmonious and seductive internal rhythm. she brings new definitions to understand better the oldest of concepts. There are no anecdotes in her poetic discourses. we can discover that those elements are opposed. This balance is parallel to the universe and. 6. particularly in the presence of greatness and divinity. This means that they avoid being carbon dated and insure their permanence in Time. But we find no commonplaces to flatten the expressions. a new consciousness is created. There are no stories. Her expression is occasionally colloquial. the expression becomes cosmic. 8. Observing with magnifying lenses. to become part of our subconscious mind. a new dimension and consciousness is created. And even then. Suggestion grants to the text the flexibility needed to be adapted to changes in different periods. 5. No doubt.
GROUNDBREAKING THEORIES We enter into the world of Alicia Ghiragossián. it breaks the element of surprise. Besides. so needed in all creative works. as much as being able to “know” the subconscious mind. to discover and be impacted by new worlds: that of Metadimension. which keeps the coded imprint of our essential being. The length of the journey depends on the awareness of the reader. But that is the way to go deeper. where we need to have a sensitive soul in order to join unknown powers. words. and that of the TEIWAS Energy Factor. and that is not poetry. So rhyme does not make the essence of a poem. infect with thoughts and build transparency. But at least we have the advantage of escaping from a world that the poet considers mostly full of dying values. We must delve indefinitely. We enter the world of essences with a microscope. that of the Quantum Seed to provoke a change of consciousness at a sub-molecular level. images. The new theories she presents force us to think. It is an external. synthesizer of thoughts. superficial character. layer after layer. She has a built-in Aladdin’s lamp in her verses to create a mood or a temperament. True messages are never captured at the surface. actions and sounds. that of our Soul DNA. is there an ultimate stage of perception? Difficult to say.Alicia Ghiragossián 48 COMPLETE WORKS rhyme can be used in an insult. into countless dimensions of perception to find out a meta-dimensional consciousness. 10. or to become the magician of words and seduce us. as much as we can grasp notions of infinity and eternity. yet possible. to convey a graceful feeling. . like entering into a sacred temple. emotions. receptor or analyzer. beyond the known dimensions. always limited by the boundaries of our mind. and we end up building a puzzle of newness. But.
to being etherized and transported on the wings of a romantic creation. with as many dimensions as the imagination of the readers can forge. images. It does not only mean beyond words. scientists and saints. who have changed our perceptions. and the laws of karma. She has blessed me with a lifetime of hope. makes us introspect and realize the surprising fact of how united we all are in this universe. She is the epitome of a soul who stands adamant and complete in the face of all adversity. philosophers. The TEIWAS Energy Factor. which makes her work a testament to the power of expansion of words. impacting the body DNA as well as the Soul DNA. I have visited that beyond. history. We impact each other with our thoughts. provoking a constant expansion. We are together. as a subtle substance has a higher frequency and belongs to a different dimension. That “beyond” is the same one inhabited by great poets. but beyond the known dimensions. The difference between them is that the soul. peace and love. It creates infinity. emotions. she is a reminder of what it means to be devoted to a cause and to sacrifice in order to fulfill the . Meta-dimension is a new seal and generation of poetry that opens up new consciousness within readers. actions and sounds. thus changing our consciousness and the world. change. her seal of surprising expressions and her inspirational energy. thinkers. which takes us beyond the mere pleasure of reading. tragedy. Her Quantum Seed theory defines how the sheer essence of poetry has the phenomenological power to penetrate the reader on a sub-atomic level. We are one. Staying true to herself. through time. Ghiragossián has definitely found the formula of a creation that gives a timeless and spaceless stamp to the expression. words. SUMMARY We cannot help but be amazed by this new world. connecting us all with its energy network.Alicia Ghiragossián 49 COMPLETE WORKS All her work is full of her signature. as well.
convincing us that it is time for a spiritual change. for eternity. to be devoted to her Armenian ancestry. and share them to enrich humankind. These realities whirl around our heads and we lose our earthly selves. receive their messages from the cleanest sources of creation. we are somehow describing just a few facets of a multifaceted diamond. We read in the Holy Bible the illuminating Sermon on the Mount pronounced by Jesus Christ. to her poetry. and those who help shape and reset our lives for a better destiny. I have come to the conclusion that she is the alchemist of the spirit. Alicia Ghiragossián as deep.Alicia Ghiragossián 50 COMPLETE WORKS ends of that devotion. regarding those blessed souls who shall see God. powerful and influential. Her language is the ultimate means to let us enter the currents of growth. and to be changed by love. expand their consciousness and acquire wisdom. Ghiragossián’s body of work is a total validation of that statement. in order to enter new dimensions. Her unique voice is a link to those souls yearning to be nourished and connected with truth. is the secret to unlock the multiple secrets of existence. ROBERT DANIELAK. those who help our imagination fly. and enter into new realities. USA. She stands as a model for the force of dreams to become reality and to propel us to lives only possible in our highest imagination. In her case. She enters our soul. and to the power of words to change the world. If we characterize the poetry of Dr. including those creators and artists who connect with certain divine energies. those who can open the doors to new and purifying realities. and nourish our soul energy. and her true message. a phenomenon that belongs to timeless and spaceless dimensions. feel the vibrations of unseen existences and access the pathways to unknown dimensions. I would like to expand his list. . never to go back.
INTERVIEW WITH GOD I Prayers that remain unanswered do hurt me. my Lord? To whom do You pray? . How are Yours.
diagrams of dreams. more often and with greater intensity. . the gray gets intolerably darker. So. I define poetry as life itself within its micromacrocosmic dimension. I can only assure that it is valid in this instant. do not hold this introspection against me if things are modified in the future. through the uncommon scope of a soul chosen to create with words. dialogues with the self and trips with words. Whether they notice it or not.Alicia Ghiragossián 52 INTERVIEW WITH GOD I INTROSPECTION As was pointed out by Kant. intuitions. confessions. and I observe that almost everything is tinted pink. and they can share everything I have seen. When you are a poet at heart this happens faster. are liable to profound modification by the act of introspection itself. complaints. When I’m full of passion. the chief obstacle to introspection is the fact that the phenomena. so I can convey my visions. while I’m writing it. perceived sensorially or extrasensorially. thought or felt. it is a mass of questions. please. and share with you some of my insights. For instance. I am regularly asked what motivates me to write and how I do it. with lenses that change color according to their mood. fears. pleas. experiences. In theory. openings and closings of wounds. So. and when depression controls me. when I feel romantic. but it doesn’t pretend to be just an interview. When I’m sad. expressions of vibrations. my glasses become pink. it is more than that. I think pink. My mood creates the colors and subjects of my poetry. prayers. colors vanish and landscapes are gray. but an intense shade. people have permanent virtual eye glasses. monologues directed to God. This book is called Interview with God. I’ll try to dissect the process of creation as I see it. I hope to take my readers to that special tunnel that conducts them to my universe. I act pink and I write pink. object of introspection. my life gets vibrant on a red wave.
We must read them. the seed of evolution of the spirit. a life made of truth and magic. nothing but invisible matter that becomes the genesis of new roads. chained by an expression or a silence. Words are the poet’s way to reveal us the intricate secrets of the human soul or the highest imposition of the universe: ethics. As any other art. sometimes launched directly.Alicia Ghiragossián 53 INTERVIEW WITH GOD I Personally. but also listen to them: they have a hidden sound. in my poetry. but the entire structure was originally conceived in Spanish. the sacred tools. with some notes which I had scribbled in the 70’s. it is also an escape from a mad world. the vehicle to happiness. I . get into the alpha wave. to build a more solid thematic architecture. a particle of hope into their hopelessness. charged with divine passion. Some of the poems were originally written in Armenian. can help you relax. illuminated and apprehended through words. When people have a minimum empathy toward words. No poetry can be valid if it doesn’t come from a mind and heart able to elaborate quality thoughts and feelings which are in touch with a higher truth. others in English. or a refinement into their feelings. a means to protect mental and spiritual sanity. but always taking us to a state of consciousness. Words. Each chapter of this volume is composed of several poems. True poetical expressions. I started in the beginning of 1980. Thoughts and feelings are not abstractions. submerge in the self or be in tune with the beyond to grasp the energy needed to soothe the wounds inflicted by a mistaken world. the miracle antidote of pain. like a mantra. and a search for a transparent. and you might often hear more than one message. which are produced in an unknown dimension. and I bottle here on Earth. whether you write them or read them. They can clean. eliminate viruses and cure. meaningful existence. poetry is also the means to inject life into my veins. because within the context of a poem words have a soul. they are pure energy. poetry can help them permeate a sense of justice into their injustice. others forming metaphors or paradoxes. And don’t be deceived.
idea or vibration. at the Indonesian Embassy in Buenos Aires. My parents came from a region called Van in the ancient land of Armenia. I felt the need to include Armenian in my creations. I came to the United States of America during the early seventies. perhaps because some expressions are more precise or sound better in . as a tourist. So. and I revised the entire text in 2010. And it’s mixed with languageless images. as it happened. which I exteriorize as they come. one of the languages takes over. And that is how I ended up writing in three languages. as well as part of my adulthood. but I polished it in this country. I wrote the first volumes of my poetry in Spanish. or emotions. as dictated by the laws of DNA. have an American child. and establish my home here. with all its historical greatness and tragedy. after visiting the land of my ancestors. and both of them probably had a direct genealogical line going back hundreds of years to that territory. and later on. I belong to three cultures. song. I had studied it for a few years and used it at my work. I knew the language. According to a mysterious law. It was probably written in the archives of my soul that a third tool was to be given to me for creation. The Argentine was absorbed with deep imprints because I was born in Argentina. as a naturalized American. in the language that is triggered by a specific happening. I had to speak both languages. circumstance. I believe I don’t think in a rational way. the language spoken at home was Armenian. at the moment of creation. I never dreamed I’d be married. I am frequently asked what language I think in. Then. but perhaps in an intuitive manner. the Armenian influence was unavoidable. I also respond to the imposition of my blood.Alicia Ghiragossián 54 INTERVIEW WITH GOD I continued the work in the 90’s and the 2000’s. my childhood belongs there and my adolescence was molded there. and I frequented both the Argentine and the Armenian schools. Besides. English was imposed upon me. But it seems that destiny had reserved for me a third language: English.
imagination takes off. If I’m looking at Mount Ararát. but the thought or the feeling is one. How do you do it? Words dance around me. but their total dimensions.Alicia Ghiragossián 55 INTERVIEW WITH GOD I that language. their sounds and resonances and the total spectrum of meanings. If I feel attracted toward an English speaking man… I am sure my emotions will become love verses in English. Many times I have been told: You describe exactly what I have felt but couldn’t put into words. I just let the energy flow control me. the kind of love and intensity which brings synergy to the work. The musicality and value of the words occupy three distinctive wavelengths within my brain. In that case. During creation. if I get nostalgic listening to a tango. the poem grows without changing a word of it. . with all its facets. one for each language. I can bet I will write in Spanish. and I float. probably the dimension where collective forces of creation are condensed. Later on. Different sounds and frequencies from countless experiences join within me to take me to a virgin constellation. And I must be infused with a sense of belonging when I write. The poem born can generate a symbiotic relationship with the readers: they might be able to experience the same trip of the poet or they can feel an alchemical reaction in their souls. because it absorbs the energy or awareness of the reader. re-creation is equivalent to rebirth. their temperaments. I sometimes recreate the original poem in the other two languages. It is a process of transformation and adaptation within my being to reach the corners of my brain and psyche. the point of the brain that is triggered by impulse. is no doubt that which registers the Armenian. Not only the words and the grammar of that language are registered there. perhaps as a direct influence of the moment or the subject. somehow. Time to proof read and polish the writing will come later. For instance. I have seen that phenomenon with a number of my works. So.
They distort the words and their projections. The solitude of the artist is a solid mosaic of innumerable micromonologues. through meditation or visualization. and I stay there. I am the sum of all my perceptions. so that the grotesque side of life on the planet disintegrates before my eyes. or elaborate myths with them and transform them into perceivable heavens. giving me the urge to write. engenders a new energy. Within the scope of a unique dimension. And this happens because the connection established between the soul of the poet and the images created in the soul of the reader. Images can materialize in front of my eyes and are translated into words. At the moment of creation any artist is a solitary being. In my kingdom I don’t have to pretend. I rise up to heaven. interrupted emotions. And that can happen instantly or I can move them around until they find their comfort zone. yet conscious of my responsibility. I don’t have to accept social practices of spiritual bankruptcy and exhaust myself with power games. other times to a different dimension. they corrupt. projected on the horizontal line of time or the vertical line of sensations. tears. lights. If I ignore them. And all those pieces. My mind can create the power to soar with all that. transformed into a pure soul. in order to take them out of my system. I know that. in a way. they die . until that segment . They are waiting for my mind to locate them. When I write. I rule my inner kingdom. But the truth is that they are not lost. and sometimes roam like they’re lost in my inner labyrinth. where I don’t need to use masks. and interwoven flashes of memories. although invisible. I bring them to life and create my own legend.as every ignored thing .and “I remain full of dead words. my need to fly is often inevitable.Alicia Ghiragossián 56 INTERVIEW WITH GOD I All those ideas and feelings are part of my identity.” So. Writing poetry is a singular process. the poem will have some impact. are tangible for me. shadows. it will change something in the universe when reflected in other souls as in a mirror. Sometimes I travel to the moon. I am free.
as much as the poem is mine. and clean the energy stream. No doubt. poems are living entities because they give life. Then. or I soothe my wounds. I just dive into myself to rediscover what is registered in my sub-conscience. eliminate them. I feel that someday. capture other hearts. instead of flying. stretch or condense them. Perhaps someone might detect the ether I leave in them to suggest my intentions. The verses will enter other minds. a movement. independent from my knowledge. where conclusions belong. cross out the unneeded adjectives. I come down to earth. until I see those verses take life. be recorded in other memories. it will also belong to someone else. That is the reason why they can be addictive. I write the poem penetrating into the verses. It simply happens. I relocate verses. and continue accumulating experiences. and from time to time will be replayed. Whatever gives life has life. which is more intelligent and authentic than my conscious mind because things are captured there without limits. like a person. The poems dedicated to me and the letters of admiration I receive are a validation of my work. I have met many people addicted to my poetry. place the strong expressions or messages at the end. which is limited. Other times. a melody… Sensitive people can feel the poems are materialized energy that can provoke chemical reactions. The poem ends up standing on its own. for which I am deeply grateful. I cannot control it. At times I bleed in the process. polish the rhythm. . or take a round-trip to the supernatural. or rest on a cloud touching the refracted colors of a rainbow. Whether flying or diving.Alicia Ghiragossián 57 INTERVIEW WITH GOD I of my mission to create is accomplished. similar to what happens with my child. to assume my tangible self. they possess a form. Besides the soul insufflated by the poet. a sound. I work. the imperative to write is overpowering. and exercises its freedom. going back and forth several times over the blanks between those verses.
around. vision. and you can make them your own. love you (which happens when you love them). and recognize truth. to change the world. and without the thousand other masters who paraded through history. Its impulse comes from a divine breath. Glendale. Go twenty five hundred years back. a mixture of inspiration. And there are as many worlds created as the number of readers. to break static molds of habits. Gandhi and Dalai Lama. until they inspire us to reach the core of our own self. the way of thinking and feeling. Perhaps thus. without Buddha and Jesus. in someone searching for something. and tell me if life has not been beautified and elevated since then. or to describe a different reality. beauty and love. And it does. hug you. get into the veiled corners of a metaphor and visit a world that is only yours. we could accomplish a change and make a difference somewhere. Pythagoras and Jung. Newton and Einstein. to a world without Plato and Aristotle. Picasso and Dali.Alicia Ghiragossián 58 INTERVIEW WITH GOD I Poems can touch you. Dr. And all this magic is done through words. because only you know the location and geography of the place where my tear joins your lost dream. we can go above and below. Occasionally they ask me: Why does poetry exist? My answer is simple: Because it cannot but exist. or to generate peace. to have a glimpse of mystery. Why? To achieve a higher truth and beautify human life. We can read them with a magnifying or reducing lens. to elevate the self to a meaningful awareness. Mozart and Bach. Alicia Ghiragossián. And all of that contributes to the transformation of our soul DNA. which is nothing else but the embodiment of a dynamic process. idealism and dreams. justice. Shakespeare and Goethe. Simple words to remind us of what we know. Its aim is to transform. You can travel within them. California . That is the power of creation. somehow. inside and out of the words and the spaces between them.
I knew You would come to unburden my load or share my daily anguish and return the peace that was stolen from me.at times. Prayers that remain unanswered do hurt me. How are Yours. As waiting for the ineffable. I sense Your presence because the tangible world has become a dance .Alicia Ghiragossián 59 INTERVIEW WITH GOD I The encounter was waiting for You . I know You are here because Your smile precedes Your steps and radiates an aura of soft colors that brings tenderness to me and strengthens my self so vulnerable . my Lord? To whom do You pray? * I I knew it from the moment I invoked You. Thank You for listening to my call and appearing.God As waiting for life.
There is a substantial whiteness that penetrates the skin to melt the inner shadows. * Now tears do not have an alphabet and the essence assumes unity. The awareness becomes essence. With the innocent and primal tremor of the lost child. . I am with flesh and bones within a dream that comes from the future and announces to me Your voice my Lord of final verdicts.Alicia Ghiragossián 60 INTERVIEW WITH GOD I of virgin doves that come through a tunnel from a dimension where time and space do not exist. * There is a symphony concentrated in each one of the syllables You pronounce. And I tremble.
.Alicia Ghiragossián 61 INTERVIEW WITH GOD I Hello. I have to run away to meet You. I mean… I promise to stay. Thank you for allowing me to rediscover that which was buried under the heavy mist of routine. It is I who leaves persecuted by a world of infamies. I have to withdraw to be close. I was waiting for You. You are always close. Don’t leave. I thought You were far away God because the weight of life thickens distances and even though You are present I cannot find You. I have things to tell You for centuries. I have to escape to fuse my own self with the accords of purity and truth. * Today I hug You again.
Paradise is ours. There . * Now I’m asking You to listen God.I know we will be able to share the adventure and light of a changing universe.Alicia Ghiragossián 62 INTERVIEW WITH GOD I I thank You for helping me restructure faith which brings back to me the integrity of the self. You who are the Soul of the Universe and the beyond of the most remote beyond… You . * I feel that the soul precedes my prayer and travels from the cell to the atom then to the quantum of light and beyond toward an encounter with infinity to reach that point where all the infinities join from micro to macro dimensions.
*** .God and I will wait for the signs of Your final answer. I will send my voice to Your universe . Invade our beings with its essence so we can reject the ancestors of evil.Alicia Ghiragossián 63 INTERVIEW WITH GOD I who let us perceive the spark of Your light… allow me this irreverence this interview which is nothing but a monologue with several voices or a questionnaire or a complaint or a simple imploration with refracted answers from my own Higher Self which I receive through a sacred connection. You who shape infinity and schedule our finite lives help us detect the origin of truth.
We could not create a larger creed of nothingness than the subtle point where my agony blends with his. I .Alicia Ghiragossián 64 INTERVIEW WITH GOD I Solitude and Loneliness n the depth of the night where fears are sung from the darkness of a glass I wish to share the loneliness of my friend or better yet to add mine to his. I told him: We could not build a higher tower of loneliness than the exact center where his tears link with mine. We navigated without routs waiting for the day we will find those who can forever share the gravity of being. We have navigated in an ocean of poison with boats made by blind deaf and mute robots.
Alicia Ghiragossián 65 INTERVIEW WITH GOD I Hoping that jealousy and evil will not distort our peace and hungry crows will not peck at our souls. Tonight we place ourselves in a forgotten purity simply him and I sharing a truth to betray death. Let us forget now this small this incorrigible particle of the planet called human being... Let us despise this empty construction of destiny called life. I told him “Come let us invent a speech born from tonight’s insomnia whether it will be heard or not.And what is death if not an equally endless monologue imitating life? And the carrousel of existence .” And what is life if not an endless monologue walking toward death? .
Life is walking toward death where we already exist. L A . And as life slides away we can only observe the process. * nd everything is silence traced with glances simple complicated or without messages hiding the diagram of the labyrinths.Alicia Ghiragossián 66 INTERVIEW WITH GOD I repeats its senseless rotation. As if winter had forbidden the entrance of other seasons. But is it truly senseless when two souls can share an unshareable loneliness? * oneliness has opaqued the world with a permanent rain of accumulated nostalgias. Loneliness has collected those old longings that take us to the angles of a past which fades the present and wounds the future.
I want to escape from them. Trees. Peaceful entities which can become a monster without warning. The train is speeding. V. Telephone wires jammed with T. The pictures are passing through the window while I am leaving the past. They are the glances of the lonely being. Houses. House-man. * Solitude and loneliness.Alicia Ghiragossián 67 INTERVIEW WITH GOD I Hollow glances all of them hung from sound as a score of silence. antennas and I can detect the inner noises. Then the men and the houses . Tree-man. Men. Car-man. I take the first train travel without destiny or returns and deposit in the landscape the heavy load of my mind. The train is beginning to move.
. The secret tunnel of the soul where you can slide through in search of the unknown.. And the train enters into the darkness of a tunnel. Tree-tree tree. I had in my luggage fresh and circular dreams and I hung them .Alicia Ghiragossián 68 INTERVIEW WITH GOD I disappear. And I am moving away with the train to capture the future and the new man the new house the new tree the new light. * I thought my light was going to be new when I replaced my adorable Buenos Aires by the extended city of Los Angeles .tree tr-tr tr-tr tr-tr tr-tr t-t t-t t-t t-t aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand.tree tree-tree tree. You can only see the trees.where the smog strangles the rights of lungs.
*** . Is my mirror lying to me or is it I who cannot believe that even my tear has become a perfect square? My loneliness which doesn’t have limits has . And today I ask myself. I don’t know when or how but they subtly became square elegantly adorned with square houses and square minds.however – an oversized square to lean on. And those squares grew enriched by nothingness crossed the ocean and with the strength of a hurricane contaminated sacred feelings friendship and love.Alicia Ghiragossián 69 INTERVIEW WITH GOD I at the window so they could blend with the view of the sky. The world itself became a huge square.
God Ordainer of order please expel from my soul the desperation the confusion and restore the genuine life. . Searches always carry the seal of pain and although unfold eternity they bring a sense of nothingness an empty space of solitude and sadness. You have to separate again heaven from the earth and the seas to cure all deterioration.Alicia Ghiragossián 70 INTERVIEW WITH GOD I Nothingness Tired of living trapped in a fissure of the cosmos I claim Your word . Take me to the beginning where my soul used to live – before departing in search of a dream – as the twin of growth. Here on earth there is so much mud on the roads that the steps become contaminated.
little by little a nothingness that does not give us rest because it is not total . * During times of sorrow . Then we break that wall and discover a sky broken into pieces by corruption that shows us the absence of gods. They will only arrange for us .Alicia Ghiragossián 71 INTERVIEW WITH GOD I Let me collect the smiles placed aside God and let me renew Your presence. Nobody will bring us wood for our fireplace. * Nothing and nobody will return to us the moments stolen from life.when the soul is imprisoned we draw a window on the wall and we paint a sun shining through and we tend to forget that some windows do not open and many suns do not warm.
Perhaps I am the reverse of my name a sound with no echo which travels in the hope to touch the uninhabited corners of heaven. A nothingness of eternal time buried under forgetfulness. Perhaps some day P . A nothingness mixed with the cold of the nights rejected by love. * God. Perhaps I have invented myself in the unbreakable dreams that invade my hours to challenge the silences and the shadows of my roots. * erhaps I do not exist. Explain to me in my human dialect the why of certain rules in this game of survival controlled by lesser gods.Alicia Ghiragossián 72 INTERVIEW WITH GOD I because it shelters tears and shivering and fear.
Meanwhile to explore existence I open up my dialogues with You and keep looking for semi-gods.Alicia Ghiragossián 73 INTERVIEW WITH GOD I I will be. But among illusions and feelings behind the veil that time always uncovers remain the semi-men. And all the tears are old about the age . And they will recognize the scream and the light of my roots and an ancient new time will be established. *** Pain I can cry like anybody and more when everything hurts. With agony patched with anxiety or with silences sheltered in other silences and crucified in solitude. And nothingness takes over my space.
Alicia Ghiragossián 74 INTERVIEW WITH GOD I of my emotions and older about the age of my race.my Lord and like sand they have escaped through my fingers. * I have played with my hours . * ho has designed this law that forces us into perpetual imprisonment? Because the soul who long suffers the undesired eventually suffers the desired. They all come out with absurdities loaded with a dark world with thousands of years of depth and weight. Only a residue called pain has remained in my palms and it does not even allow me the pleasure of a moment absent of anguish. You get used to the suffering hologramed on your cells although you know by revelation that every death W .
The price of every crumb of truth every experience and knowledge is paid with life.at least the illusion.my Lord that when illusion is uncovered a big chill will master my being and I will go back to my old loneliness to the emptiness enlarged by hunger waiting for a beginning made of suns. * e hide the failures behind blinding lamps. I don’t want to believe . Let me climb toward light become a bodiless smile and be launched to the world with a handful of poems W . Only we facing the tremendous clarity of remaining always surrounded by a world that constantly throws us -from its shadows the most grotesque stones.Alicia Ghiragossián 75 INTERVIEW WITH GOD I gives life to a beginning. Nobody sees anything. Let us retain .
We struggle until we unbury purity until the wall of useless people crumbles down and we see on the other side the big cemetery of consciences and a multitude of questions. * Now that deception adopts the faded colors of insomnia the friction with the people erodes my own self. .Alicia Ghiragossián 76 INTERVIEW WITH GOD I to fully scatter myself. Purity is buried without religious masses under a cold and endless cruelty. Please God. Allow each emptiness each waiting to become a creed. We are in the forgotten alley of the cosmos facing a wall made of people that covers the true colors of the sky with blasphemies. Flights are only aspirations when the unknown is not habitable.
Alicia Ghiragossián 77 INTERVIEW WITH GOD I Up to what point do your friends know about the hidden tear? For how long does the lover hold the torch of love? How long does the challenge of the ideal last? How do we return to the lost paradise? How do we find again the chosen path? How do we enter light? We are invaded by shallowness. Then we close the doors and lock out the earth to welcome distance. I wish to grasp again I . Everything fades out. * would like to exile from me the routine of the tangible world which burns the freshness of the soul or the essence of the self. Everything goes away. And at the same time everything remains engraved in the registers of the universe while hunger stays in force.
teacher of teachers is at the same time a way to die and a way to grow.Alicia Ghiragossián 78 INTERVIEW WITH GOD I the unreachable reinvent the fountains of life and recover faith. And be nourished and be my other self. How are we to understand that any pain . * he world is full of prose and infinity is full of measured people. * T . Reveal to us the measure of heaven and how to enter the knowledge of mysteries. Give a singular flight God to those dreamers who experience the sounds of the soul and practice a dialogue with the supreme self that inhabits depth where silence is not a synonym of goodbyes but the presence of a connection.
* don’t know if you are listening to me but take my fear away. Those of the soul are the ones that hurt. Do not bring me the tempests which lack wind and rain.that lives long is more mortal than death that is short-lived.Alicia Ghiragossián 79 INTERVIEW WITH GOD I We know that to be born is difficult to live is difficult to die is difficult. The fear of death . Make us understand Your ciphered message even at the final moment when the goodness of death becomes concentrated in time and places us face to face with another form of existence. Easy things are not reserved for us. Why only pain? Answer me God with Your dearest signs. * I .
A tiny tear reflecting a huge pyramid of dreams and desires sliding through the cracks I . Do not let me wait for new times on used watches with hands intoxicated from turning and turning in the absence of happiness. * Do not give me deadlines to pick up the spells of autumn. * find my picture statically glued to an image that runs among other images to build another negative of the same picture.Alicia Ghiragossián 80 INTERVIEW WITH GOD I I received love with open arms and they remained open. Open arms are the sign of freedom but they are also the design of a hurting Christ. Give me the spells of a different spring. Open arms are the prologue of a hug. I find my picture and observe that which nobody can see.
Alicia Ghiragossián 81 INTERVIEW WITH GOD I of a life full of hurries and paralysis full of consummated mistakes and yesterdays that suddenly appear today to frighten me. Until the brain blows and the picture vanishes and the world is emptied of angels. * A new spelling has been created for the absurd insensitive death sentence. Their time is shrinking. They are being uprooted before the chimes . When was it? When was it when deception found a new name and history tinted its pages with a new tragedy? Where did the treason of nature begin? And why? We are losing my friend somebody’s son someone’s lover everybody’s hero.
All the agonies are unveiled and all the tears matured . A revolution ruptured the planet. Tears are bursting from the existence betrayed from the millions of deaths enclosed in each death every day .every hour where impotence is the permanent torturer and the fight is designed with the exact time to smell a flower to kiss a love once more. An entire generation is massacred without knives or guns or bombs. Evil has crushed the beauty of love and shattered the universe from within.Alicia Ghiragossián 82 INTERVIEW WITH GOD I of mission and destiny are heard before the full dreams are dreamt. A whole generation disappearing from our lives. An entire generation is lost.
And we continue to wait for a slender hope for that unique miracle to restore peace to soothe pain.my trainer of insomnias my prophet is growing accumulating anxiety over anxiety wound over wound.Alicia Ghiragossián 83 INTERVIEW WITH GOD I framing the misery of death.. My pain . Going backwards slowly.. * am tired.. Perhaps one radiant morning sentences will be reversed to untie the promises on hold.And the brutal guillotine drops splashing blood onto Your whitest robe my Lord. And within each layer that separates them the same questions are written. I . . .. Perhaps one clear day secrets will be revealed and justice will encounter its own justice.
Then I will welcome peace as I might have learned all the births and all the deaths and perhaps I might understand the strange balance of the universal cause. I know one day it will happen. *** .Alicia Ghiragossián 84 INTERVIEW WITH GOD I Why me? Why to me? * I want to open the dictionary and see at last that the words fear waiting and anguish have vanished. Perhaps on the last day when saying good-bye won’t be a rehearsal anymore.
. * Only those who fly can contemplate and understand other souls in flight.INTERVIEW WITH GOD II Heaven has exploded with injustice and a rain of ashes is crowning the weakness drawing heavy tears and burning the furrows opened on the flanks of death.
Alicia Ghiragossián 86 INTERVIEW WITH GOD II Jealousy What can we do Lord with this inventory of envies and putrefaction that we cannot package and throw to the fire? We cannot even retain the illusion of sheltering in the ark because the world is square. They have thrown heaven into garbage dumps of condensed infra-life and have morbidly encouraged corrosion. The demons have united their anger to erase the frontiers. That is why my dead . And it is not possible to fly when the air is laden with extortion. And it is not possible to navigate when beyond the horizon lies an abyss. What can we do with the power of evil that betrays the identity of prayers and inoculates the fear of death.
Alicia Ghiragossián 87 INTERVIEW WITH GOD II are not in the cemetery. * od. G . They breathe at my side to inject hope into the broken-down wishes and to neutralize the disenchantment.powerful arsenal that whirlwinded the future to build an insignia? Where are the colleagues who published their friendship with eagerness and intoxication? All the ears remain closed to the success of others. The entire earth becomes deaf. * What happened God and when? Who mutilated the warmth of men and filled up with hatred those who announced their love and extended their hands for the ascension? Where are the words . Shut off the distorted sound of the mediocre.
Not a friend. Not a soul around. Let us breathe. Clean the city of its asphyxiating life and introduce us Your new heaven with the colors of a sunrise announcing light. With broken wings and renewed prayers I built-up my own monastery. And all that is available is a giant nausea that misshapes the senses. * They did not understand nor believe. Organize the exodus of envy and jealousy.Alicia Ghiragossián 88 INTERVIEW WITH GOD II Allow beauty to impose its melody. I dressed it . I became all thorns and drifted away. * Today’s generosity is that they only give you what you take. A perfect solitary confinement. I folded my truth sprinkled with heart-breaks.
* have faith my Lord that one day Your light will reign over and above all and the truth in my verses will be undressed. The inhabitants of the shadows those consumed by envy hypocrites prostitutes of the mind and heart and manufacturers of garbage read my lines but did not comprehend them. It will be known I have been loyal to You not to them. I have respected Your laws not theirs.Alicia Ghiragossián 89 INTERVIEW WITH GOD II with subtle veils and hid it in my verses behind the words. And for that reason I have carried along my path a heavy cross because I understood .like Your Son that being in this world I am not of this world. They were only legible to the readers of a soul. That wondrous day of Your total presence I .
But they cannot be happy. * en have lost their humanity so it does not surprise me to be detested by those who would love to fly with my wings.Alicia Ghiragossián 90 INTERVIEW WITH GOD II other suns will rise within the sun. Only You can give the order my God. Thousands of doves will be born from heaven to cover the earth with new flights and impose whiteness and spread peace. Only You. For those who create their own hell there exists no paradise. . * M I am full of questions frustrated by the meanness that rapes my innocence. No drink can satiate the thirst provoked by that jealousy which has taken over the world to create blindness ignoring the fact that the greatest of destructions belongs to the self.
*** . Save me God from this gigantic warehouse of toxins that contaminates purity that consumes and alienates. But nothing surprises me anymore except that extremely sensitive quality of a word a hand a being translated as understanding transparence and the height of a soul. Do not allow me to succumb. Send us already the first day of another era. * Enwomb me with Your protection. Annul my sometimes uncontrollable wish to send evil back to its source.Alicia Ghiragossián 91 INTERVIEW WITH GOD II The innocence of the just. When I hurt others I hurt myself and I interrupt the energy of rising.
* n September 11 in the year 2001 in Your name . You cannot be an accomplice to the cataclysms of the world. Justice arrives thousands of years late. Do not keep silent – God.Alicia Ghiragossián 92 INTERVIEW WITH GOD II Injustice know You will not reveal to us the origin of injustice – God because You would not like us to conquer your secrets. In Your name they laughed at You and shot with hatred the sky of New York. You cannot abandon us. But perhaps through my deeper self You will help me learn how to understand and forgive treason inhumanity and how to assimilate an arbitrary law. You should not. I O .God they opened wide apart the gates of hell.
A cemetery of losses under the torch of Liberty. It was a living dust of beating cells and loving humanity buried under the tears of a wounded freedom. Losses of trust of innocence of harmony of sacred lives. They were not just buildings. They were dreams collapsing in a mass of black clouds in the most Dantesque rain of destruction created by terror. And the entire world . It was not just rubble.Alicia Ghiragossián 93 INTERVIEW WITH GOD II It was total destruction. A mountain of destinies cut-off from Earth erecting the saddest monument of ashes and injustice. But they were not just bleeding ashes lying on the streets .praying and trembling asking: Why? Why was there so much hatred eclipsing the sun? Losses.
Those who laughed at You will be crushed by their own laughter drowned by the tears of the innocent and cursed by the force of truth. No one laughs at You without paying a high price without being burned by the candles lit with prayers of all faiths. Those ashes created a unique passion to re-conquer the radiance of the self still breathing under the dust. I can hear the voices . They were .as well – the seeds of resurrection the highest bravery and courage of an unbeatable power of faith to eradicate evil and restore the icons of pride.Alicia Ghiragossián 94 INTERVIEW WITH GOD II of New York or the grounds of Washington. Those ashes helped to rise the American flag waving with the promise to build-up a new sky.
Forever.Alicia Ghiragossián 95 INTERVIEW WITH GOD II of all those ashes of all those prayers reaching up to You and I can feel like a thunder Your higher calling mobilizing the lost hearts to become a legion of flags a legion of bells ringing in the ears of the universe and spreading the waves of new chants: chants of truth chants of hope chants of love and the supreme laws that govern the essence of all that is. Forever. Because truth is destined to conquer darkness hope is destined to conquer death and love is destined to conquer all. * aving been born with this atavistic load of genocides I became an expert on tragedies especially one that You allowed H .
Alicia Ghiragossián 96 INTERVIEW WITH GOD II for I don’t know what mysteries of Your superhuman laws. But I ask you with this questionnaire of mortals in which astral travel are You engaged when people are massacred? In which alley of the universe are You stuck when the marks of impotence are imprinted on an entire race? Or when people you created in Your own image are segregated or die of starvation. An announcement of dialogue and peace that needs Your hand so that the mistakes . Where are You – Almighty when we need You to say yes to our ancestry with the vertical power of our roots? Today we come to knock at Your door to add our dreams to Your projects because those who were exterminated have a message for humankind.
Join those causes that belong to You as much as the sorrow of the universe.Lord . Cover sufferers with it so their tears deviate from their course and misery forgets its seal. Let me get down on my knees to unearth with thousands of hands the buried hope of suffering people.Alicia Ghiragossián 97 INTERVIEW WITH GOD II are acknowledged. * I am closing my eyes so I can look at You . Let us forget how sub-men pushed the caravans of death through the deserts the concentration camps or installed extinction in gas chambers. Perhaps in some fissure of time when essences salute each other justice will pay its debts. Dilute from our shoulders the weight of pain. Your robe is luminous Lord.
Help us heal our wounds and trigger our hopes our faith our deepest essence so we can live the miracle of love and be reborn in your enchanted paradise. Thank You. And I know one of them will be paid for Der Zor. * .Alicia Ghiragossián 98 INTERVIEW WITH GOD II with the light of the soul and be able to ask You for the peace of the innocent senselessly killed. Surround them with angels and give them wings. Give them the heaven reserved for those who believe in truth. Keep all of us far from cruelty and envy from darkness and evil. Perhaps in some fissure of time when essences salute each other justice will pay its debts. Thank You for letting us feel the intimacy of true light and for showing us the path of eternity.
The peaceful mask of the Euphrates has buried the true face of history. The voices crystallize the message engraved on the uprooted cross-stones. . Maddening pain still roaming * A desert in Syria where hundreds of thousands of Armenians were massacred in exile.Alicia Ghiragossián 99 INTERVIEW WITH GOD II Der Zor. A complete desert. We do not rest in peace. We do not rest in peace. I swallow the silence and I become its echo.* Silence and mystery. Standing in that desert where the sand oppresses each breath I can see the black stones nourished by the agony of my people. But I still hear from the waves of old tragedies screams gathered under the marble of the sacred chapel.
Alicia Ghiragossián 100 INTERVIEW WITH GOD II trying to find the peace trapped in the frozen sun. Dust and sand. One by one the thorny laments slash the walls of memory and you can feel the anger of the unburied bones and you can hear the pounding of dried blood jolting the earth. Heaven has exploded with injustice and a rain of ashes is crowning the weakness drawing heavy tears and burning the furrows opened on the flanks of death. Thousands of screams thundering through time . The outside desert gets inside you and scratches your heart with sandpaper claws. Abandoned temples rise in my soul and the veins of prayers open with a lonely ritual.
Be in our dreams again where you have always been . If I could only soothe one single pain. The desert is burning my feet standing on the ashes of our fathers. I want to shout.Alicia Ghiragossián 101 INTERVIEW WITH GOD II are carved here. Stand up! Stand up within my soul so I can cover the burning ice of the world with my warm breath. But how? With what strength could I root out an endless anguish? Dense furies are hardening in my throat. Come inside the altar built by our people to cure our orphaned roots and destroy the files of torture sealed with poisoned wax. The rage of the universe crushing the light is condensed here.
That our people are renewing the dusty volumes of history and baptizing again their own existence as a message of new life.Alicia Ghiragossián 102 INTERVIEW WITH GOD II lifting the cross impaled in our hearts. ... Then we can weave a future smile and bell tolls can announce a new hallelujah!. . Plow through the desert and stand up so that today at this very moment we can go together to pick up all the scattered voices of the earth and compose the loudest song to deafen the explosions...That our fathers have been resurrected. ... And holding hands -with old blood and different skinclimb the rays of all the suns and create an Apocalypse until a clear time meets us in heaven.
God and children roam confused searching for their parents among the dead pleading for the war to end. formerly under Azerbaijani ruling. We must have lost our minds. . ** “No” in Russian. * “ iet.”** Absolutely no. How can we call what belongs to us truly ours? How can we bring it home? Only lack and deprivation suffering and hurt N * Independent state. Yet their wishes are wounded by the answers. The order came from above. Only the cold wind and snow remained in the corners of pain to freeze the tears.Alicia Ghiragossián 103 INTERVIEW WITH GOD II On with the dreams! On with the struggles! Up to the victory! * But you know that now the mothers of Artsakh* are crying again .
The kiss of life has dematerialized and the Angel of Death is not pale anymore as in Turian’s* poem * An early 20th century Armenian poet. It is a festival of denial and nothingness. We can only give only bleed. . No. The more I extend my voice the further the listeners get.. My protest is written as a poem on pregnant clouds.Alicia Ghiragossián 104 INTERVIEW WITH GOD II slavery broken spines can be ours. But the protests stored in my waiting people are still marching the avenues of rejection and still picking up grief along the way. The more I extend my hand the further the future becomes. What else do we want? Nothing. No thing.
The whole universe is shared by me. I bear in my enlarged heart the children satiated with fear the people kneeling down on the ruins. The monster of gloom has shattered the houses the souls inside the houses the faith inside the souls.Alicia Ghiragossián 105 INTERVIEW WITH GOD II it is colorful and bright nourished with the blood shed in Sumgait. This one and that. I am both. Life and extinction. The whole race lives inside me. .* And I feel mine shaking struggling not only inside my veins but bursting out to reach Artsakh and to join the other half of my blood. Here and there. At an insignificant corner of the map a black vacuum *Town in Artsakh. Light and darkness. I am both.
Today has become yesterday yesterday. That silence made us deaf and the impotence to speak . tomorrow. We have been intoxicated by the games of history by the realism of illusion when injustice is knocking at our doors to drown our destiny. How is it possible not to become the abyss of existence and not to feel absent from human rights? How can I restrain myself from insulting justice? For long years our dried-out dusty dreams were spread over forgotten graves and the voice of stagnant time leaked silence thick deep like a thought unwritten a pain untold...Alicia Ghiragossián 106 INTERVIEW WITH GOD II laden with cemeteries is reigning. We push away that vacuum but the cemeteries stay as a satire of hope. Everything is mixed up.
Yes. The throne of anti-silence has been registered with courage. Today we have a date with human rights and we aspire to look straight into the sun even if in searching for light we get burned even if we cannot . But today drained of eternal waiting that same silence that same impotence have emerged from the cemetery crosses.Alicia Ghiragossián 107 INTERVIEW WITH GOD II choked our souls. Yes. They have committed suicide and have brought to life a fresh voice with the alchemic truth of old voices adding light to the messages and injecting strength into the screams. We need to talk. Our wounds are crying out so the last particle on earth can understand that there is no peace without justice.
Alicia Ghiragossián 108 INTERVIEW WITH GOD II measure the sky all at once. Let the voice of the suffering echo through the waves of the universe and let the rays of a different sun declare without fear: Let people live in freedom! Let our people live in freedom! * The time will come to listen the just voices. And we are present to hear the sounds of the soul. Thunder! Lightning! The codes have exploded! . Let our word be dispersed all over the world. Today the imprisoned storms are freed and the Voice of the Race breaks out on the planet in spite of enemies. * God. Do not allow the bells to stop ringing.
God to witness Your leadership. Thunder! Lightning! Do not execute the old verdicts! . They say truth is uncovered and a leader is coming in Your name Lord to recognize our rights. They say new bibles will eradicate the old empty words and preachers will no longer be businessmen of the soul. They say that finally all the promises will rise from their sleep and shatter the waiting hour. There we will be . Do not execute the old verdicts! Now the judges will be judged by the Supreme Laws.Alicia Ghiragossián 109 INTERVIEW WITH GOD II They say that claims will be heard and a different law will renew the rusted justice. And an essential peace will renew all broken question marks.
God the gates of mystery and take in Your chosen ones. .Alicia Ghiragossián 110 INTERVIEW WITH GOD II Heaven has finally opened its doors. I know that to discover the supreme truth we must search for it because being close to everything we are the furthest and without the mystery of Your presence plenitude is incomplete. They climb through the spiral of the mind to reach mystery dilate the light of revelations and fill up the questions with the voice of heritage. I know that to think about the universe I have to enlarge myself. *** Mystery Open . But no one understands that souls belong to another dimension.
Alicia Ghiragossián 111 INTERVIEW WITH GOD II * Are we going to exist when questions are finished? What does it truly mean to be here now when the answers are roaming by the thousands and being tangled at the crossroads of destiny without reaching us? * The world must stop.renewing light - . Those who reach perfection will rise and be revealed in their own imperfection. Send me Your voice . Then learning may be initiated. * I need that which is authentic God to mitigate this exhaustion provoked by masks to perform hypocrisy. The lost clouds must join to build the ceiling of the encounter. It is the hour of truth.
We learn to be friends and enemies relatives and strangers lovers and loved ones until everything starts its own beginning with death as if the pages of the calendar had been turned backwards. * ife. But perhaps that light L . Then the being becomes inalterable and resides in worlds where learning does not exist where we become light. A permanent rehearsal for other lives.Alicia Ghiragossián 112 INTERVIEW WITH GOD II and send me also every day the invincible power to detect the messages and give meaning to existence. And we always rehearse because when we learn everything we never need to inaugurate ourselves again.
So You being in my present invade my past and my tomorrow.Alicia Ghiragossián 113 INTERVIEW WITH GOD II is just the road to become part of other essences to rehearse divinity and join without hesitation Your ultimate essence. Every future a redundancy. And the beginning is only the shadow of the total truth. Why then are they afraid of death? * . * Those who do not walk toward perfection underestimate the value of life. Every premonition is a memory of whatever has already been decided. * Truth begins by discovering what is wrong.
And there is so much more that I cannot even pronounce. * I know You understand what I say .God but hear beyond my words because what I say only resembles what I feel. We rise through pain which becomes the most refined path. Please listen to me because men do not hear. . Register my existence because men do not see.Lord the one we see with the soul. And when they think they are touching heaven they are simply touching air because true heaven is the one we live through the one You suggest . If those who cannot see or don’t want to see or don’t know how to see are blind then almost the entire world lives in constant blindness.Alicia Ghiragossián 114 INTERVIEW WITH GOD II In search of the truth we learn.
The big secret is in the balance because from the sublime to the ridiculous there are as many steps as we are willing to take. Help us God to mature the choice although in the depth of the unconscious mind it is already resolved totally or partially. And no matter what the size of the part is it is unique. . * I know I am part of the collective whole which makes me the whole of the part. If we do not fly we are slaves. Even in the most ample freedom we are in our own prison and that which we have not done will go on tempting us.Alicia Ghiragossián 115 INTERVIEW WITH GOD II * Only those who fly can contemplate and understand other souls in flight.
But why? Why a poet . The queen the orphan the soldier the nurse. I can perforate anxiety and create my own Utopia. And I don’t need a borrowed difference because I can generate mine.. I am the poet not the poetess. I am the hero not the heroine.. * I rise in rebellion. * I am what I am and also what I have been. I am vehemently against becoming a thing because it doesn’t understand about ethics and interrupts the internal rhythm of the universe.Alicia Ghiragossián 116 INTERVIEW WITH GOD II I am tired of common places of stereotypes where the ideology of the nonsense wrapped in hypocrisy is in permanent growth.
Karma-guilt-rebirth karma-guilt-existence and death and destiny and rebirth again. Perhaps to expiate my guilt.Alicia Ghiragossián 117 INTERVIEW WITH GOD II addicted to love and words in a deaf and loveless world. This is a passion condensed for centuries and my conscience grows to become a judge to impose repentance L . I have to confess my defeat by the kings. * ike Queen Semiramis I am in debt to my people. I have been mortally wounded candled and melted paying for my mistakes finally understanding that no belonging is truly ours that thrones do not enrich that the aims of a people cannot be stolen that power can grow to kill that glory can be drunkenness and deception a vain illusion armed against you.
My crown is burning me. * hen there is an absence of suns I light a candle and I observe it under the full moon.Alicia Ghiragossián 118 INTERVIEW WITH GOD II to claim indemnity and love. I tune into its flame and I enter its secret channels of power. All the forces join in the burning wick and I can always forget fear W . I have come to share their destiny and to baptize with prayers a justice delayed. Open the doors. The time has come to return my kingdom and return with it its greatness gone so my true existence can finally be mine. Today truth has brought a new sun into being. I am in debt to my people.
* andlelight is the closest mate to dialogue with ourselves and enter the meaning of silence. And each tear of wax that drops designs a step closer to hope. There is a rising light in the vault of your soul when feelings go deeper with a flashlight to discover all the love surrounding the world and all the skies from where goodness leaks. * C There is a special sun shining when thoughts become alive and grow and possess you so you can touch a pure essence and delve into its mysteries of supreme knowledge.Alicia Ghiragossián 119 INTERVIEW WITH GOD II shrink pain shape a wish or cast a spell. There is an I don’t know what at midnight .
* When silence goes beyond sound we shall be revealed. And you touch that light as if touching all that is to stand tall as a mountain and humbled facing transparence. * . When space gets filled up with love we shall be the creators of light and accomplish the impossible.Alicia Ghiragossián 120 INTERVIEW WITH GOD II when you open the dialogues stored in your heart and place wings to them or you slide through the particles of your brain and mind to go deeper and deeper in search of true light where all the wrongs are acknowledged. All the treasures are hidden in the dimensions of truth.
Alicia Ghiragossián 121 INTERVIEW WITH GOD II I am not afraid of veracity. * Everything will change. And between a determination and a first step the change is installed. The mirrors will resign to reflect images and the doors and windows will emigrate from the houses to free the hearts that are tired of being locked out. The scream of truth breaks the archetype of masks and it dilates itself until the voice fills up all the voices and fear disintegrates. . * The first footstep is born to gather all the footsteps toward the road of the clouds on earth. The surprise will surprise itself. Between fear and hope the virtue of being direct is formed.
*** . A new dawn will announce the dethroned and the reign of truth will inaugurate the always.Alicia Ghiragossián 122 INTERVIEW WITH GOD II The soul will be selected to be the source of all the births to stop the hurricanes eliminate invalidation and order the realignment of goals.
* Love … is the alchemy of a miracle where souls fuse in the encounter. If they come from a parallel universe or they are a sign of a higher truth. * We have to discover if dreams are born from the reverse of reality. .INTERVIEW WITH GOD III I have seen that words have a soul and they travel straight to another soul.
Sometimes it seems to me I find it but it vanishes before its first syllable is pronounced as if to make me understand it is too small to bear so much baggage. * W I am searching for a word to describe my emotions from back and front above and below from the sides from within and deeper within.Alicia Ghiragossián 124 INTERVIEW WITH GOD III Words e wanted to fill up the lack of essence with empty words my Lord and our echoes diverged and truth was fractured like a kaleidoscope in black and white. I know that sometimes not even words with projection reach destiny because often those who do not understand without words might not understand with words either. .
I need more words perhaps not to use them to dispossess them to defeat them and defeat with them those who commercialize them. * need more signs to assemble the great silence as a theatrical stage but without platforms and decorations with an illusionary public transformed into the last curtain. We must keep away true words to protect them from those who misuse them. I would like to gather all the letters thrown away in the night by those who do not recognize the power of the chant and empty the world I . I don’t know if they hide the word or just cover its absence. I have to invent that magical word just for me.Alicia Ghiragossián 125 INTERVIEW WITH GOD III Dictionaries are lost before my search.
Do not anticipate my presence. Keep your papers. * With a letter-sized notebook and a new pen I was waiting for the word. I will be with you when you least expect me. I am the wizard that catalyzes your flights. It came the following day from far away and with a remoteness that had a great deal of closeness it told me: Do not wait for me. * ometimes I am bothered by those words I do not pronounce because after a long wait they die and I remain S . I come by surprise because I do not need your awareness. Truth is wiser than you.Alicia Ghiragossián 126 INTERVIEW WITH GOD III of meaningless words. It hides behind the scenes and descends or rises to the subconscious without permission.
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full of dead words. * et me talk to You. Receive my words so I do not remain full of dead words. The planet is saturated with hollow speeches to fill up balloons with gigantic words to cover the stages. Warm words to mature tears. Unpronounceable words to shake souls. And the lonely man faces a world decorated with words. *
Do you really see
the lonely tears that escape from dreams to blend with the drops of a tired rain? Does someone see old hearts talking to the moon or astral inhabitants during nights of insomnia? They are all in need of the exact word. *
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I have seen
that words have a soul and they travel straight to another soul. Words can intoxicate they can make you lose everything find everything they can turn the world upside down or create eternity. But they can also hurt like a sharp knife become bacteria and poison or with crucial precision they can kill at once. Yes. Words have a soul. They can inject dark clouds in a clear day or bring you life peace freedom or love. But I still do not understand. Why is it that everything born is condemned to die and when words come to life they remain forever as permanent guests in the depths of your heart? *
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Coming from the core of our roots they are our friends the propelling force to design a new kind of heaven or a new kind of death. *
God. I only have the poem
as a shelter for my anxiety and You have taught me that we have to pierce the word slide through its tunnel and begin a spatial journey toward no return. I know there is a place where the secrets of sound are projected beyond words where everything vibrates with the silence of a message. You have guided me through dialogues with myself. Dialogues inlaid on the waves of their echo. At times I climb up the syllables of each word. Some others I let myself be caught in its abyss. Perhaps it is not enough to scrutinize the roots of the word
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and surprise the enigmas of its meaning. We must feel one with it in the unsheltered infinities that surround it. Enter into the unconscious to fabricate the vision of light and navigate through its rays to grasp the future and build a new memory detached from time. *
We must abandon ourselves
to the chosen words to the frequency of its birth at every second multiply the speed of perception and burst into atoms to fill in the spaces. At that instant we may have breathed mystery and embraced pure essence. Then you may realize that beyond the words we can find a fraction of the absolute whole. ***
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e fail with words and we rise to the dreams Lord. How did You design conscience so that only in the dimension of dreams we can be whole? *
We have to discover
if dreams are born from the reverse of reality. If they come from a parallel universe or they are a sign of a higher truth. *
I am hungry
for absolutes. I opened my diary and all I could see was a half-lit routine surrounded by half-honest people. Even the dreams were dreamt in half. And I ask You candidly if I truly need someone else’s half
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to complete my own or if the addition of two halves is just one gigantic half. *
And when dreams
are not remembered or they vanish is it I who has lost the power to retain them? Could forgetfulness wipe out their silent existence? We dream awake. We dream in our sleep. We give the name of dreams to our expectations…. Life is a long dream full of monologues repeated in death. * or those who dream before they wake up light does not make everything visible. Lord. Do not prolong the same dream. All prolonged dreams become a big bore. It has its traps to unwalk the roads of the soul to re-edit the past and interweave
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with the most rebellious cells of pain. Let me at least see one purpose realized to incubate a new ideal and launch myself toward my insides and reorganize the light of faith. * ave me God. Unburden my shoulders of the overload of the past and accelerate the steps of my unfinished mission. Let me pay this debt that has persecuted me for centuries. *
Stop torturing me with your bright yet unreachable images. Stop showing me what I don’t have. But... on second thought... do not stop. I will infuse you my breath until you crystallize. *
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I have countless dreams
my Lord but the most important is a dream for the human race. In my dream... the perpetrators of genocide are reaching into their hearts pleading for forgiveness and restoring the damage caused. In my dream... the pain is fading the wounds are healing and the tears of the victims are evaporating into sunlight. In my dream... love is conquering hatred throughout the entire world and the universe is smiling. Let that be a tangible reality. Let my dream create a mission. And let me keep my mission alive till the end. * would like to go away clean myself lose the memories end my complaints. I would like to eclipse myself
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to leave my name in books and retire. I need to choose a new name even half a syllable to sound differently and be baptized again to renew my cells. As if it were my first time on earth. God. Take away from my dreams the last dream and transform it into an accomplished destiny. ***
od. It must have been a declaration prior to language a fantasy prior to flight. It must have been a passion prior to life. Everything starts with You. * woke up toward You to discover in me the unfolding of new colors
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condensed within other colors. But I was not the witness of our encounter. You were playing hide and seek in the triangular space of the moment. Or perhaps You were too busy baptizing love in Your name. I woke up toward You to sleep on the back of a dream and attach wings to it for a different flight. Now to ignore my present I have to conclude the infrastructure of memory. I have to dive into the astral wave of promises and remember the future because it is there where the time of love hides. * o be I have to close my eyes or open them to a hundred doors that do not exist
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in Your residence and yet they are the only entrances to encounter You. I need Your presence as I need love. *
A love that fades away
and a love that lasts. Do they have the same composition? *
like the fear that shakes you in a nightmare. Subtle like the mist that covers intuition… Transparent like the rays of the sun filtering through a tree… is the face of the loved man. His presence. His being. His skin attached to my skin is a coat from within. I anchor in him to eliminate all the spaces and jump to the other side of his being which is this side of mine. *
Perhaps both in ordered symbiosis. It is the reverse motion of an end registered in the annals of the non-word where that I .Alicia Ghiragossián 138 INTERVIEW WITH GOD III With love I touch the eternity condensed beyond the cemeteries. It is the voice talking with my longing to open the doors of confession. * don’t know if love is the falling or the rising to madness. I unbury passion which escapes in a naked flight covered with other flights so that its pure essence remains locked. With love I smile again. In that flight I perceive his glance inviting me to end the voluntary deafness in my ivory tower and break the rhythm of my monologues.
It is the entire territory of the heart.Alicia Ghiragossián 139 INTERVIEW WITH GOD III which must have been pronounced is buried in facts. * Love is not a chemical formulation where the attraction occurs in the rhythm of the blood… where two people survive in their own substance. Love is the rose that a man with clear eyes gave me looking straight into my eyes to capture my energy and take me with his perfume to those roots that need sharing. It is the universe of a huge us. It is the alchemy of a miracle where souls fuse in the encounter. It is a you and an I beyond a plural touching a time without boundaries. * .
In those steps where everything is divine it is easy to conceive deity.Alicia Ghiragossián 140 INTERVIEW WITH GOD III In order for eternity to have meaning love must breathe beside me. I told him humbly T . Totally. It was a kiss on my forehead but not for my forehead. In order for my life to have its own meaning love must be mine. In order for infinity to be condensed in a shared time I have to be loved touch illusion and assume the colors of tomorrow. * he diagram of memory engenders with tenderness the first steps of existence. * He kissed me. It was an arrow straight to the brain to mix my waves with his and generate the constant thought.
Try to love in me the human being able to tremble challenging life able to fear challenging death. The loves that vanish are not true loves but mirages. I am your first love and the last and the ones in between.” * “ o not detach from me. The love that is never stops being. “Do not deify me. Just love me the way I am. I am all the women whenever you loved and every time you will. They do not cry they do not bleed in pain nor do they intend suicide. Do not incense me. Gods do not feel loneliness nor hunger nor cold.Alicia Ghiragossián 141 INTERVIEW WITH GOD III my Lord. I am love itself.” * D .
His voice was music composed in a paradise of chosen gods. H . I lost my illusion of identity and I slid through the orbit of love. My heart was enlarged and reached his to let him know that I too had missed him. He missed me. We let ourselves fall in the nebulous universe where melodies of love are bewitching. He told me that the house felt empty that he was searching for me in it. His voice was the magic wand which opened the folds of all secrets.Alicia Ghiragossián 142 INTERVIEW WITH GOD III He told me he was thinking about me he missed me and endless electrons were activated in me. * is voice accompanied me imprinted in all the particles of DNA that describe the history of transmutations.
That is why it perforated my dreams and took off hand in hand with my word toward the silence of the cosmos and love. An endless voyage of internal geography where the total and the partial and the order of the disorder have a place where dreams and their antechambers are stored as well as those things done and yet to be done the intentions oblique to the word and the circular whirlpool of passions.Alicia Ghiragossián 143 INTERVIEW WITH GOD III It was the cell that multiplied among mine and programmed in my blood the connection with infinity. * In those silences of the unknown I go over the stations of my mind. I travel like in an airplane that inspects a variety landscape until I stop .
* ou and I immeasurable world where the pounding of the beings join and the us is born. * True love does not allow interruptions. An essence which is the origin of other essences. How can welded souls be separated when they have lost their own shape in the fusion? There are questions that do not need direct answers perhaps no answer at all when words are invaded by the essence of being. * Y . An absolute called love. A point that takes me to the integration of time.Alicia Ghiragossián 144 INTERVIEW WITH GOD III at the exact point of existence.
Without love the colors of the cosmos return worn out to talk about the maybes which outline promises. * ithout love I conclude my eternity. I remain stolen by the hours that know how to fade away. I become a yesterday like the lifeless leaf that isolates autumn. You and I the universe. I am a simple past a calendar without colors and dates W .Alicia Ghiragossián 145 INTERVIEW WITH GOD III A heart in love conceals strange arithmetic Two never means two but a perfect one. You and I inseparable one. And half never means half but a perfect two like a tear drop cut exactly in the middle.
Alicia Ghiragossián 146 INTERVIEW WITH GOD III a cyclone tired of escaping. Tonight I could unlock my chains create a soul mate with the endless energy of those who pray and I could travel through matter bless the earth and build a new crown for magic. A monument to desolation. *** . Tonight I have challenged death. Without love I am a simple waiting on the road of faith a wave standing at the center of the jump. I could cross the universe mounted on the frequency of the wildest dreams. * Tonight I could love forever. An incoherent flight.
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You have seen the hands covered with blood holding the screams of their own people.Alicia Ghiragossián 148 INTERVIEW WITH GOD IV Peace isten to this prayer from everybody to everybody else my Lord. But the tombs of the dead levitate with prayers toward the sun and their names are being written with a burning light because the killers of the innocent stepped over your commands God. You know the depths of destruction and chaos. Unholy hands betraying the same land that gave them life severing warm hands on their way to reach out. They were silenced at the core of their message L . Give peace to the world and do not allow the dreamers to be silenced.
They were forced to depart for being dreamers. But the highest notes of the universe will redesign history so that the vision of the muted can be printed in gold on the wings of time. The same word that built cathedrals of faith. Peace was the mortal word that exacerbated the terrorists. Heroes executed by who knows which design of destiny for touching a supreme truth to restore the erosions of men transformed into savages.Alicia Ghiragossián 149 INTERVIEW WITH GOD IV frozen in the heart of their action. The same force that made a land a holy place. * They didn’t take anything with them. Their dreams are still with us roaming through the streets of the earth composing a new symphony of justice to awaken .
That is the road to conquer again our lost paradise. * T The broken wings of the dove must be healed with the voice of our hearts. We have to unthink violence and mispronounce crime. We have to bury the bombs .Alicia Ghiragossián 150 INTERVIEW WITH GOD IV the dormant souls a new ballad of brotherhood to spread a legacy of courage a new chant to escalate with the power of a thousand hurricanes to announce from up high that love is on its way that peace will come to stay. * he road of peace is paved with light beaming under our feet illuminating our body and exposing a heart where love towers to its kingdom.
They were just dead upon the desolated face of earth. We have to heal our wounds and give life to the broken wings. Fire Screams. Explosions.c. * We have to spell the word p. . Evil’s mushroom cloud lifted hell up to heaven. Life was no more.a.Alicia Ghiragossián 151 INTERVIEW WITH GOD IV and tie the demons until the hatred of sub-men is dissolved. together so it can become more than just a word: a power to turn on the sun and travel on its beams to every darkness every tear every hungry child. * … And there was war.e.e. Fury grew in the depths of darkness but children were not crying anymore.
Alicia Ghiragossián 152 INTERVIEW WITH GOD IV It has to become an injection of harmony into the worn out feelings to plant prayers in every soul and to unlearn the wrong. * Say hello to peace and the angels will travel with a new melody from note to note leaving their resonance in every cell projecting sounds as a soothing veil to cover all the wounds all the pain to erase the roots of holocausts and massacres of senseless deaths and restore forever the crushed reservoirs of hope on earth. Sing the loudest song of life and buildup a universe as the playground of love. . …And vibe upon vibe go beyond this galaxy to gather every being around a master wish and sing.
Alicia Ghiragossián 153 INTERVIEW WITH GOD IV * nly through peace it is possible to channel the encounters of love. Erase our disbelief and allow us to grasp Your secrets. Open our wings to fly over insanity and destruction so we can assume . *** O Hope Where on these roads distorted by habit have we lost the strength to go on? Do not deprive us of hope . Let us know by Your own signs that we will have the power to disregard cruelty.God the only light in our underground caves which resists the huge oppression of this bruised and cindered existence of ours.
* S I Hope interrupts my confusion my arrhythmia in a frozen freedom .Alicia Ghiragossián 154 INTERVIEW WITH GOD IV the imperative of love. * end us faith the ultimate medicine to ignore this emotional quicksand of our present sinking in abuse. Without that luminous glance toward the future we live murdering our tender hours yet we survive for the need to reset our chronogram in order to absolve solitude and confront death. * n the absence of hope our body betrays us aging without permission rebelling against the agenda of our intentions. Confirm our expectations so we can be transformed and awaken the particles of eternity hiding on the thresholds of our unrest.
Sometimes it opens a window for me to practice my own freedom and forget about feeling lonely with myself. Without that grain of crazy fantasy which bears every hope I followed in silence the undisclosed yet essential persistent visions that have inhabited my space since childhood but every time I was pushed to my open wounds. * need that synergy that unrestrainable unbridled addition of passions injected deep into my arteries.Alicia Ghiragossián 155 INTERVIEW WITH GOD IV chosen by others and allows me to ignore those damned by You. I was strangled by a fate always rebelling at the border of alienation. God. I need to listen to my intuition which carries a landslide of promises by the second to resuscitate myself I .
And I want to reschedule a time of timelessness .sometimes too fast getting lost in a labyrinth of duties and fortunetelling to find that uncommon premonition that supreme omen parallel to wonder.Alicia Ghiragossián 156 INTERVIEW WITH GOD IV before a total extinction and fulfill my karma. * Without a strong conviction of better times to come I precipitate my insomnias melting diaries impatient for answers to soothe a misery too painful for tears fast-forwarding life . I long to create an enchanted landscape able to resist the strongest turbulence and place there all the flowers of the world. * I call for that hope Lord untouched by doubts which dehydrate my dreams.
which hurts me and haunts me at times but You can write the epitaph of the hours gone by and add splendor to those ready to start from the zero moment of beginnings. Promise that our injuries will vanish from the storages and we will navigate in a river of ecstatic music toward that summer night when unbroken stars and a full moon decided to change the colors of the rainbow. You can invest . I miss that hope so much because just a particle of it can reinforce the spine of my emotions to reinvent my own being.Alicia Ghiragossián 157 INTERVIEW WITH GOD IV so I can breathe in without urgency the fragrance of those flowers.God that even with Your power You cannot undo the past . * I know . * Be our irreplaceable witness God.
It inhabits the candid palpitations beyond biological mechanisms to anticipate the gospel. You are present to help me.my Lord. All the steps conduct us to the possible ever present but often veiled by incense-smoked routine. Truth is always in the heart.Lord to obtain the impossible. * n my innermost heart I know you are here . Please shorten the route of my mission and let me rest. * It is not true that we turn to You . Break my imprisonment. * I . Help me soar without restrictions.Alicia Ghiragossián 158 INTERVIEW WITH GOD IV a coin of hope to replace an immaterial glory and supervise the tracing of destiny. Do not disarm my illusions by an eternal waiting.
Savior healer redeemer the road that puts in Your hands God the beauty of all verdicts and the final answers of life.Alicia Ghiragossián 159 INTERVIEW WITH GOD IV When humankind becomes a clone of beasts we need to take refuge in that stream of awareness and faith distilled through the cracks of frustration to remind us of truth and help us wait for our goals to come true. H . Warmth and possession of the soul to inspire action renewed and renewed constantly even at the border of the last tear and further to the last minute when all tears stop and heavens are ready to welcome our unused breath. Hope. * ope of peace.
. Undo the wrong. And fly and fly. * . *** Forgiveness You be the judge and jury Lord. Pulverize all the resentments of the world and connect us with Your energy to wipe our tears..Alicia Ghiragossián 160 INTERVIEW WITH GOD IV * I want to seduce the future mesmerize it reach the cherished cloud and share the miracles. I am craving the reassurance of a new time to destroy the crumpled pages of the past and add magic to the wisdom of love with the sweetest melodies of harps to recruit angels so I can fly with them.
Lord to reach our real home where understanding compassion and forgiveness are waiting to share the power of life U . * Forgiveness and absolution. We need to forgive ourselves to forgive them all. Help us to become whole again and open our channels to receive the absolution the universe is ready to send. We are declaring amnesty for the prisons of the soul. * proot those weeds in the path of peace . Restrain us from reacting to offenses.Alicia Ghiragossián 161 INTERVIEW WITH GOD IV You are right. Vindictiveness destroys the purity of our cells. Let us understand Your transcendental purpose in the existence of pain and give us the strength to exercise the divinity of forgiveness. We have to understand that the desire to be right is born in the deepest ego.
We rip apart our old garments of deception bitterness and anger because we know that hatred is the prince of death and love is the genius of existence. And we understand the truth. The fabric of rancor darkening our emotions is vanishing from our heart. The angels are bringing the antidote for our injuries the gift of peace from heaven. The angels of forgiveness and absolution are descending. Let us look straight into Your essence to be cleansed and enlightened with Your supreme beam of truth and declare out loud: We are free! We are free! * he light is radiant and the music is transforming.Alicia Ghiragossián 162 INTERVIEW WITH GOD IV to enjoy the happiness we deserve. We recognize the message and grow. T .
We are deleting the poison from our system and resentment does not control us anymore. Our power is restored. * . *** The last chapter The moment when daybreaks renounce to be a promise I know You will help me Lord to slide a curtain over my feelings so my hands will clench the good-byes.Alicia Ghiragossián 163 INTERVIEW WITH GOD IV We are letting go and our wounds are healing. We become liberated. We feel blessed. The universe has renewed our balance. Now there is room for miracles. We hold hands with the angels and our entire self becomes the light of peace.
And I will finally rest. When the past and the future can be separated at the very instant of the zero bell-stroke. I will finally be free. I will retreat with pride and the world will disappear oppressing the questionnaires that surround me and from the outside to within a new code of answers will grow a new nomenclature of existence. * t my last minute split my tear in half and weigh from within the footsteps of fatigue and the load of pain. Bring me the image of a dream the essence of a protest A . As it is written. It will happen exactly at midnight.Alicia Ghiragossián 164 INTERVIEW WITH GOD IV I will die at midnight. I reject the pink words of numb obituaries and the made-up praises used over and over.
I need fire so my memories can be sculpted with a new flame and my last faith can remain lit. * L Vanishing is not a barrier for the spirits to bequeath wishes and spread them along the universe. At the threshold . Let me hug the addicts of truth so we can tie infinity to our hands and we can pull it down to earth to amaze the non-believers. * et me hear the echo of sincere words. Just remember. Do not let my last bell toll fade away by sweet words.Alicia Ghiragossián 165 INTERVIEW WITH GOD IV the message of a fist. Do not bury me under the known cliché.
Even the wrinkled map of this dark world.will belong to my people. The time has come. * My last second which is the first in a new calendar I know . * The time is coming my Lord. I need to sew doors of future on the cracks of my prison to imprint a new project upon the folds of the mind in the roots of hope. Sound with the force of rights through the whole race so we can change everything.Alicia Ghiragossián 166 INTERVIEW WITH GOD IV of my sunset bring me the new colors of the substance. .. Bring me the news of virgin bell tolls so we can perform the opening of a new bell tower and sound..
Now I am just a handful of ashes. Our interview will continue in another dimension. This is the final chapter of my matter. I am ready to discover the meaning of everything the reverses of love and nothingness the repercussions .Alicia Ghiragossián 167 INTERVIEW WITH GOD IV The ceremony of cremation is over. Every expectation. All the anger rests in these ashes. The face I used to recognize every morning in the mirror the hands that used to caress and write the heart that used to jump to remind me I was alive all my breathing my movements the projection of my dreams the tears still unborn.
* I My entity is embodied in ashes now and at the same time is being freed from matter. Poems tattooed on somebody’s heart. Memories shared. Now I can soar have a date with angels and plan my new missions. Spiritual bonds that will remain to be reinforced in coming reincarnations. . Kisses scattered among the ones I still love. And even if everything dies I know that the energy that gave them life will rejoin and enlarge the waves of goodness in the universe.Alicia Ghiragossián 168 INTERVIEW WITH GOD IV of solitude and pain the evil of men the power of words the sense of life the mysteries within mysteries. * am taking no object with me just what I gave to others in the form of feelings.
I might finally meet the Great Equalizer and probably learn who or what gave me the strength to accept the puzzle of destiny and make a difference.Alicia Ghiragossián 169 INTERVIEW WITH GOD IV I depart with no grudges in peace forgiving those who injured me who put me through agony and asking forgiveness from those I injured. This is the time to rise above conflict forget struggle and all injustice hostility hypocrisy corruption jealousy and hatred splashed in my face like caustic acid. I can feel the disintegration of my vanity and the transformation of my ego. I know You surpass human thought my Lord but I am not a mortal anymore and I might encompass .
I am leaving behind my temporary cover but not my substance. * Many times I have experienced ashes.Alicia Ghiragossián 170 INTERVIEW WITH GOD IV an atom of the big enigma and be entitled to eternity. But these ashes are different. I will still be alive in those who keep me in their thoughts in their feelings. Then I might discover who I am. I was reborn from them after innumerable deaths to recycle my hopes and start again. I might still inspire those who remember my words. * You know I chose poetry as a hideaway from the polluted world as a candid road for liberty. . These represent my past and what I can become: perhaps a miracle maker just to revive faith. These are the tangible ones the last.
* Now I can be trusted.Alicia Ghiragossián 171 INTERVIEW WITH GOD IV Loyalty to illusion was a way to search for truth a way to be authentic to be myself. And I always believed I was qualified for those dreams no matter how big they were. I needed them to balance the outer poison and I feel I will need them forever. It is the only true path. * I confess that love was always the supreme response for me. Love is the only supreme stage without conditions without boundaries. The force that answers the questions that makes you fully alive makes you feel immortal. I do not change like people. Now I can have all the courage I need no cowardice no masked feelings no amputated thoughts .
.Alicia Ghiragossián 172 INTERVIEW WITH GOD IV to survive in a world where life is an imitation of true existence. * am trying to say good-bye but this is not a farewell. I am detached from my body and yet exist close to those who open their arms for me.. I am saying good-bye and creating a togetherness that transcends time. Perhaps now I can understand the unexplainable and become a particle of light to reflect truth. * I This is the hour to enter the sacred signs and the meaning of its messages.. I am penetrating a dimension where everything is essence and reality is the evidence. forever. My new journey has started. I am saying good-bye and hello.
Alicia Ghiragossián 173 INTERVIEW WITH GOD IV The last word has discovered the whole and has pronounced its final poem. Thank You God for letting me perceive that at the end at the very end of the road we always find love and touch the ultimate truth to finally possess the language the rhythm the color and the secret of eternity. The scenes of the dreams must be unfolded in a dimension where illusions do not exist and we can penetrate mystery. *** .
AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE Under the vault of the Supreme Truth what is sowed will be reaped. Call it Biblical gospel cause and effect or simply karma and destiny. .
Misak Sevlian. Toni Ghanime. Arpa Hatzbanian. Aslan Torosian. Mike Marashlian.Alicia Ghiragossián 175 AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE Dedicated to the idealism of the young men and women chained to each other with their mouth duct-taped in a courageous hunger strike across the Armenian Consulate of Los Angeles. Levon Tosonian . Gevorg Iskajyian. Ani Nalbandian. Garen Arabian. Berj Sahaian. Hrag Melkonian. Nareen Melkonian. Raffi Kamishian. Aaron Keshishian. Hosep Bahlounian. Patil Aslanian. Shahan Boghigian. Narek Balagyozyan. Arpi Aslanian. Lori Tashjian. Hilton Sorkazian. Nareg Ashekian. Levon Aprahamian. Aleek Sherikian. Shant Havanjian. Hovig Berberian. 10/2009 Narbeh Aboolian. Vana Aprahamian. Mary Kamishian. Nanor Melkonian. Haik Balagyozyan. Apo Badakian. Shunt Jarchufian. Berj Parseghian. Catherine Kestenian. Avo Sangigian. Sarkis Tatarian. Hrag Jivalagian. Arman Melkonian.
Protocols were signed in Zurich. acknowledged by innumerable historians. We invite every member of . they establish the recognition of present day geographical borders of Turkey. Sadly. Furthermore. witnesses and governments across the globe. France. forcefully taken by the Turks during the Armenian genocide in 1915. once again. politics in action: the power of convenience and political liaisons over ethics and justice. The reason behind the signing of the Protocols by Armenia is a mystery yet to be unveiled. would welcome the reader’s opinion on this matter. after hours of pressure by the Secretary of the United States. had drawn a map in which those lands were returned to Armenia. In the signing of these Protocols we see. the Armenians in the Diaspora. the treaty was never ratified.Alicia Ghiragossián 176 AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE INTRODUCTION On October 10. between the Republic of Armenia and Turkey. This was witnessed by representatives of Switzerland. These verses intend to translate the sentiment of frustration of the Armenian people who feel betrayed. American president Woodrow Wilson. arbiter of the conflict in the Treaty of Sèvres. were indignant regarding this abuse because the Protocol was heavily weighted to Turkey’s advantage. 2009. A tragic moment in history. We. This highly benefits Turkey. as well as in the Armenian Diaspora spread around the world. since it is a condition for acceptance into the European Union. Russia. the United States of America and the European Union. The articles establish open borders between Turkey and Armenia. The ratification of this Protocol by the parliaments of both countries would signify granting to Turkey all the lands of ancestral Western Armenia. Millions of citizens in Armenia. Switzerland.
Glendale CA 91226-7243. October 16. Dr. Alicia Ghiragossián Glendale. USA ANewAge2010@aol.com . and each person on this planet.Box 11243.Alicia Ghiragossián 177 AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE the world community.O. 2009 “A New Age” Publications P. to let us know their feelings.
GANDHI (1869-1948) Humanity is just a work in progress. ALBERT EINSTEIN (1879-1955) An unjust law is itself a species of violence. H. TENNESSEE WILLIAMS (1911-1983) Truth will ultimately prevail. H. MARTIN LUTHER KING JR. No system can subdue truth forever. MOHANDAS K. THE 14TH DALAI LAMA (1935) I have a dream that one day… crooked places will be made straight. It is my conviction that killing under the cloak of war is nothing but an act of murder. (1929-1968) .Alicia Ghiragossián 178 AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE QUOTATIONS Force always attracts men of low morality.
I heard the truth from innumerable survivors and from my father from his lips his tears and the voice of his genes registered in mine. But who listens to them? We still live in a lie-bubble.Alicia Ghiragossián 179 AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE Great souls speak the truth. Perhaps you haven’t heard because the perpetrators . .manufacturers of masks masters in lobbying and bribing and businessmen of the soul were covering their crimes. It is more convenient. In that bubble it is not possible to heal the broken hearts of crime survivors. Have you heard about our tragedy? The one in which the Turks exterminated a million and a half Armenians? To eliminate half of the people of a nation is called Genocide but some politicians prefer to call it tragedy. Our hearts are still bleeding.
Minutes later I found myself on the floor of a barn . Only the fruits of our orchard were safe. It is impossible to put that much terror into words the viciousness the lack of elemental humanness of Turkish mobs and soldiers. They killed almost every Armenian in the village. Kurkén was living in Argentina enjoying a free country.Alicia Ghiragossián 180 AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE It hurt him to talk about it. A happy man depressed every year in mid April when memories came alive triggered by people’s remembrance of genocidal crimes. And my Turkish neighbors. They came like bloodthirsty beasts he told me once. I was just eleven playing with my friends. In those days he was often revisited by moans and screams passively dwelling in his ears.
Panic had paralyzed him. Hell… It was pure hell. The heartbreaking lessons of impotence.Alicia Ghiragossián 181 AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE covered with the blood of my playmates. They didn’t have food or water only a shrinking self . And the story of my father went on. A perfect scene to learn the extent of cruelty. Just in time to witness the murder of his brother. He arrived home just in time to see his house being vandalized. He hid without moving a muscle but he could hear guns and cannons people screaming shouting begging for help. Confused and desperate he ran to the hills with his sister joining the thousands running to who knows where. Total chaos while the Turks tortured their victims.
Officially orphans. The next morning I couldn’t open my eyes. Finally tired of so much walking they fell somewhere on the earth and slept blending with nature. My face was still covered with the dried blood of my friends.Dad. They could barely stop .Alicia Ghiragossián 182 AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE expecting death. * Pain is always fresh hidden in the mysterious wiring of the billions of cells playing tricks on our mind mingling with the vibrations of our blood infecting and affecting life. He was crying like a child when he spoke. And drying his tears my father continued. Drink some water . Rest. How did they survive? They ate some herbs from the hills or some bread and leftovers found in abandoned homes crossing a village on their way.
Alicia Ghiragossián 183 AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE on a permanent run. There . Always hungry. It was Dante’s inferno revived under the stroke of the sun through wind rain and hail sliding through mud and being swept away by the water like a river. They walked in spite of weakness in spite of swelling legs and bleeding feet. * t would be funny if it were not tragic I . The enemy could appear out of nowhere and attack.in the province of Van or the deserts of Der Zor so many were raped inside and out so many died on the way to become food for others. And the abandoned bones didn’t have the privilege of burial. They looked like zombies pushing their skeletons craving to survive. Always exhausted.
People don’t fully realize C . So please explain to me. No matter how much against the conscience they might be. How can all this be denied in spite of the testimony of thousands of victims who fled away from or remained hidden in those lands and changed their identity and religion? * arl Jung was right. No matter how brutal. The orders were clear: No compassion for women children or the sick.Alicia Ghiragossián 184 AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE to hear the Turks insist on their denials after so much documentation laden with facts: newspapers historians witnesses from the memoires of Morgenthau the American ambassador to the telegrams of the Turkish ministers ordering deportation and extermination. And I don’t understand.
so to speak. Nobody suspects that there is nothing normal or healthy in dying every time . I can feel them stamped in my genetic code. Even if we could forgive our blood could not forget. I am myself more than a drop of that blood in pain of that piece of history. So I am that pain and that history.Alicia Ghiragossián 185 AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE that history is not contained in thick books but lives in our very blood. I have inherited all the scars at a cellular level. We . Just a “minor” collateral damage.the new generations spread across different continents might be comfortable perhaps living a normal existence . I carry the hurt of my father when he was sold as a slave to Greek landowners. And there are millions like me… since the entire race today was reborn from survivors.
Not for the color of the skin. Waiting becomes more hurtful with discrimination. Who cares about poetry classical music .as if created by a lesser god so that our alliance does not seem that attractive to the politicians of the world. Waiting is full of uncertainty anxiety and sadness. For being a small group . Any interest any profit is higher than the one we can offer. But that is not all.Alicia Ghiragossián 186 AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE we are invalidated through denial. We are looked down upon for not having the power to impose our inalienable rights as a moral imperative. Not for our religion. I am convinced that no lie can survive that justice might be slow but it arrives one day to unveil what is true. There are more wounds. Meanwhile we suffer.
That words have a soul and they penetrate you to become part of your mind and being to make you think love cry live or even die inside. Who pays attention to depth in this morally decadent time when only fast gratifications excite the self? When still multiple wars disrupt millions of lives for the sake of power and profit? * Wars are primitive and cruel. They are born in arrogance anger hatred and greed and for that reason they are equivalent to failure. .Alicia Ghiragossián 187 AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE or painting? Who appreciates culture as a weapon? Many don’t even realize it elevates the being. They deprive us from precious lives and their following generations.
How come even the arbitration of an American president like Woodrow Wilson is not respected? H . The right moment for what? To be human? To have compassion? To support a truth and provide justice? Should we be honorable only part of the time? Only when it is convenient? So it was revealed that our genocide is extremely INCONVENIENT.Alicia Ghiragossián 188 AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE Does it make sense? We kill each other for money? For the vanity of power? For the color of the skin or for professing another faith? How can we call ourselves civilized? * ave you heard the dialogue between the former State Secretary Condoleezza Rice and Congressman Adam Schiff? When she was asked about the recognition of the Armenian Genocide steeling her face she answered: It is not the right moment.
We have no reluctance to talk about the Cambodian or the Rwandan genocide or the Holocaust. .Alicia Ghiragossián 189 AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE He dared to design a map assigning the Armenians their own lands. But Congressman Schiff had the courage to rebut her: We have no reluctance to recognize the genocide in Darfur. How come they forget president Ronald Reagan who had the audacity to call genocide “genocide”? Madam Secretary should know that it is always the right time when the issue is a moral one. Your time is over. Of course. Why is it only the Armenian Genocide? Is it because Turkey is a strong ally? Is that an ethical or moral reason to ignore the murder of one and a half million people? And the response was deafening silence. A shameful response.
And the teaching is that people have to take care of each other that the universe is alive that it has an infectious consciousness and that it is one. * The world must understand the incomputable mistake of any genocide be it Armenian Jewish African Cambodian the one in Darfur or any other and whether it is physical emotional or psychological annihilation.Alicia Ghiragossián 190 AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE They shut off the microphones when truth makes them uncomfortable. . The Armenian Genocide was no doubt a template for others that followed. I am a victim. Entire generations are born with traumas and psychic wounds from those crimes. I know it. The soul cannot be less important than the body.
Even Quantum Physics reveals to us that the observed cannot be separated from the observer.Alicia Ghiragossián 191 AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE As much as we are one with the universe. And life goes on without a rise in self-consciousness with the ears of government officials clogged and hearts beating on a battery deeply set in the life of robots. * W . Everything is interconnected. * e join in a collective mind and we need to apprehend the unavoidable power of balance of life: what is done to others is done to ourselves. And everything is miserably politicized: friendships agreements honors prizes wars Our food. Everything. Our houses.
Each and every crime against humanity with all its degrees of destructive effects has an impact on the universe and remain in its records. Their tears are not just salty cathartic ones. * The pain caused by genocide goes deep into the roots of the victimized race. We all understand we need peace in the world but not all understand that no one can be at peace if all are not at peace. No one can be at peace if the living don’t respect the dead.Alicia Ghiragossián 192 AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE Yes. They also belong to the soul . No one can be at peace if there is no justice. It is also a human issue an existential one within the cosmic dimension. But this is not only a social or political issue. The Armenian is AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE.
And the children of their children affirm: It never happened. Through our voices the victims are demanding a simple apology to start our process of healing. A healing we need to grow out of pain and to dry our tears. This enrooted pain is passed from generation to generation by means of the mind and psyche channeled through emotions.Alicia Ghiragossián 193 AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE because the perpetrators never say: We’re sorry. Perhaps He chose us to spread the gospel of His law from all the bell-towers . So we the children of survivors of an inconvenient genocide are reporting with earthshaking resonance: Yes! It happened! And we have not forgotten. And it so happened that God redesigned the destiny of the Armenian people scattering them around the world.
Kemal Yalcin writes in Germany: I kneel at the memory of the Armenians victims of an organized massacre. I acknowledge and assume the Armenian pain as mine. As true dreamers . * And we feel somehow renewed when the transgression is acknowledged. As a Turkish writer I beg yours and humanity’s forgiveness.Alicia Ghiragossián 194 AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE on earth: that a crime against one is a crime against humanity at large and any transgression of its laws must be cleansed with a ritual of repentance. Racism ultra-nationalism and discrimination poison people’s relationships. I would give my heart for it. The culture of love friendship and harmony must be restored.
But which protocols were these? The ones giving the Turks everything and denying the Armenians everything – as well? And I dare to think. What were they claiming? The signs of the protestors demanded: STOP THE PROTOCOLS. * But what happened recently? Millions of Armenians around the entire planet raised their voices with their rights stamped on the tricolor flag.Alicia Ghiragossián 195 AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE we expect those words from the Turkish government. Why did they call that agreement “a step in dialogue and friendship” when at the same time the Turks were distorting history indoctrinating millions of their children with fabricated movies of Armenians exterminating the Turks? How can they talk about “good will” .
How can we trust the ones who declare their dream to reconstruct the Ottoman Empire .the murdered journalist who had the audacity to believe in the freedom of the press in Turkey.Alicia Ghiragossián 196 AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE when their article 301 is still breathing in their laws suffocating freedom punishing those who dare to pronounce the forbidden word: genocide and piling up victims like Hrant Dink . What would the world say if Germany planned to reestablish the Third Reich? * he Turkish government had the audacity to advise: Armenia should be freed from the disturbing Diaspora.the same one that ordered the massacres exhibiting the map already designed? And I wonder. Why? To divide and reign? To separate brothers? To place a gap and create discord T .
Higher Powers woke us up and we became a collective breath.Alicia Ghiragossián 197 AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE until we dissolve in foreign soils? On the contrary. The enemies do not understand what Diaspora means or perhaps they do too well. about the DNA sprinkled through our sweat and tears all over the globe. We talk about the same torture and anguish the same humiliation hidden in our veins and blended with our losses: family loved ones intellectuals homeland identity dignity… . When we say Armenia or Armenianhood we are not referring only to a piece of real estate. We are saying the entire race spread around the earth. We are talking about the same molecules we inherited from our ancestors.
And that is the reason why with all our ancestral strength we refuse to shut out the voices of our genocide victims demanding justice. * swear! I will never legitimize a theft. The entire Diaspora stood up and raised its voice. And my heart will never be able to pronounce: “Turkish Ararát. The holy symbol I .” Mount Ararát is the soul of our roots and essence.Alicia Ghiragossián 198 AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE We share the same blueprint of fate which forced us to shelter in foreign lands holding in one palm a handful of ashes and in the other a flag with its own voice imploring us to recover that which is ours. STOP THE PROTOCOLS! Stop the seal of impotence! We refuse to bow before the enemy and accept senseless conditions without a claim.
* It was heartwarming to watch the idealism .Alicia Ghiragossián 199 AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE of belonging regardless of arbitrary maps that move the borders with political gun powder and fraud. We likewise refuse the concessions on Artsakh . But why these Protocols ? Did we need new wounds when the old ones are still open? Did we want a new anger? A new frustration born in a dictatorship that shreds our hopes? Who needs protocols to obstruct our existence and bury our demands? Who needs a new Judas to crucify our dreams? I myself would like to detect the high awareness and integrity of governments and souls on this planet so to help us avoid cruel history repeating itself.the ancestral land of the Armenians.
But how can we trust the fairness of an agreement when one only takes and the other only gives? How can we talk about “good neighborhood” when the Turks want to wipe-out a hundred years of liability and claims? How can the decisions of foreign governments that recognized the genocide be ignored? What do we say to the thousands who echoed our losses? We know. . True.among other goals. Turkey wants to open its borders so as to enter the European Union .Alicia Ghiragossián 200 AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE of those young men and women chained to each other with their mouths duct-taped in a courageous hunger strike across the Armenian Consulate of Los Angeles. Friendship and love are the magic healers of a broken heart.
Ask my father. Perhaps he is referring to the legal structures ignoring the higher laws of ethics and callings of the blood written in the Constitutional Law . * The president of Armenia declared with arrogance he didn’t need authorization from the Diaspora to take a decision. We have fully paid for them and more than their price with centuries of hard work sweat and blood. He can take the witness stand with millions of others and draft the true map of our lands.Alicia Ghiragossián 201 AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE But is that deserved when they are robbing us of our history? Are we just a handful of roaming people with no past? No matter where we live our millenary lands cannot be forcefully foreclosed. Even he can generate a voice in the domains of heaven.
We refuse to help the Turks to reach their dreams when they mean to murder our own. Call it Biblical gospel cause and effect or simply karma and destiny. A no multiplied to infinity and registered on every particle of the universe. Under the vault of the Supreme Truth what is sowed will be reaped. We cannot shake hands with the Turks. The only valid help is a mutual one. * Some powers of this planet . Ours are too wounded. So our response is a categorical NO.allied with the wrong don’t want to listen to truth because they place convenience . NO. No reward is granted for destruction and death. Theirs are too bloody.Alicia Ghiragossián 202 AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE of the Great Maker.
We I . That Superior Law is self imposed and gives us the courage and wisdom to spell in unison the pride and power of survival.Alicia Ghiragossián 203 AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE above justice. A thundering moment for the Armenians. * t was sad to see both parties surrounded by representatives of different countries placing their signature on the Protocols in Zurich. Let me tear out those pages meticulously signed one by one. Let me tear out the frozen minds and hearts of the signers and of those who enjoyed our moment of darkness. But they must know that there is a Superior Law higher than those made by man that inflexibly takes care of all debts.
Are you reading these words signers and cheerleaders of the protocols? Do you see how the bars of truth can be raised to add dignity .Alicia Ghiragossián 204 AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE the Armenians of the world are hurt and remain firm in our postulates even though we know we own AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE. Anyone who closes his eyes to the past he affirmed is blind to the present. As inconvenient as the Jewish Holocaust until the luminous gesture of one person changed history and brought pride to humankind: the Chancellor of West Germany Willy Brandt. Whoever refuses to remember the inhumanity is prone to new risks of infection. He fell to his knees in Poland before the Jewish holocaust memorial monument .
It has already affected too many lives. This assumption might successfully be delayed yet it will never be escaped. But not this one. No one can withstand genocide and infamy to be part of their national identity. The present Turkish government must assume ownership of the crimes committed by the Ottoman Empire. That does not signify guilt but national responsibility. For almost a century it has grown deep roots.Alicia Ghiragossián 205 AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE to the pages of history? Indeed a fault denied is a fault to be repeated. The passage of time T . No one would choose to leave such a sad legacy. * o cover a crime involves complicity. Sometimes mistakes are forgotten.
And denying it does not wipe out its obligations. A serious issue not to be ignored by the United Nations. It adds new psychological issues to confront. On the contrary. So the victims of the massacres borrow my voice to tell the deniers of truth: Give us dignity so that you can recover yours. For almost a century Turkey’s denial on each anniversary is a new death for us. It inflicts new wounds to the spirit. A new disappointment that should be faced by the world community and its highest organizations.Alicia Ghiragossián 206 AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE can not erase a fault. Give us rest so that you can recover yours. Ignoring a problem does not cause its disappearance. .
Alicia Ghiragossián 207 AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE And I would like to remind the Turks: sooner or later the heavy load of errors should be lifted from the conscience so as not to be inherited by future generations. Sooner or later it will be apparent that all the excuses engineered to deny facts of history are like the horizon: an optical illusion. There is space between earth and heaven a space full of truth and ultimate justice. * The key to the survival of a human being or a nation . We all expect the Turkish government to adopt a just posture in honor of its people and in memory of the victims. The perpetration of a crime against humanity is a burden a dark cloud for any nation to be dragged for its entire existence.
I envision that move registered in the annals of the big human and moral steps of history next to the abolition of slavery the fall of the Berlin wall or the acknowledgement of the Jewish Holocaust. * lthough we have survived we understand that no survival can be complete without the restoration of the damaged fabric of the human spirit. To reach that stature there is no other choice for Turkey but to own and heal the Armenian Genocide. And Turkey should do so not only for the nation but in the name of humankind and its rise. A . It would be their contribution to the progress of civilization and universal history would elevate from one of its darkest pages to one of its most sunlit heights.Alicia Ghiragossián 208 AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE is its ethical stature.
There is no other salvation for a civilized country than to accept the wrongs of the past because the Universe is observing right now with all its muscles and bones.Alicia Ghiragossián 209 AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE And this is not a simple case of victimhood but of human rights assumption. So we are united in strength to struggle and reach that restoration no matter how long and hard the road may be. And when the battle ends it will not only be a victory for Armenians but one of the finest hour of Turkish existence. And holding hands in an endless chain we are affirming an existence full of dignity and our voices are enveloping the orb so every being can understand that those who fail to side . For that reason all of us in the Armenian Diaspora are opening our hearts and souls.
* he human community has to hold hands – as well and right the wrong to be at the higher end of the moral spectrum above politics above interests in the exact center of the heart in order to accomplish our divine role as human beings: to perfect who we are. * T .Alicia Ghiragossián 210 AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE with justice will someday suffer from the universe the weight of injustice. This might be just the dream of a poet but it is the only way to change the frequency of the world and to start a radical transformation. Because blood is not for sale. The only way to be at a dignified height of the human race. And no matter how inconvenient the Armenian Genocide might be it will never be negotiable.
I dream… that the tears are evaporating into sunlight and the universe is welcoming us.Alicia Ghiragossián 211 AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE We the people chosen by destiny to test on earth the principles of justice and peace of truth and enlightenment so that crimes against humanity never happen again celebrate our survival as a message of meaningful existence and as heralds announcing our purpose. . * In the micro-cosmos of my heart I have a radiant and macrocosmic dream for the human family. I dream… that the perpetrators of the crime are pleading for forgiveness. That the pain is fading and the wounds are closing.
And let’s keep our mission… Standing! Alive! Forever! *** . Never ever! Let’s hold hands.Alicia Ghiragossián 212 AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE * Our mission is to pursue that dream so no genocides will ever happen again. Let’s become the light of truth.
.LOVE HOLOGRAMS The day I met you the air I breathed suddenly changed its chemistry * Who am I when I love if not a biochemical revelation . So we enter Eden without knocking.the best version of me? * …Our love is linked to the residence of the gods.
And suddenly I’m smelling you tasting you touching you seeing you…. Even the melody of accordions I . How can I convey this feeling of being invaded by your presence when I wake up to greet the blessings of the universe every morning? You are inside the notes of the music I hear while walking every morning. I want you to know that the mere thought of your existence brings to me a sense of closeness. I become a network of life vibrating inside out and upside down.Alicia Ghiragossián 214 LOVE HOLOGRAMS Holograms of waiting hope I pray that one day soon you will read this letter. You are in my ears and embrace my senses.
Alicia Ghiragossián 215 LOVE HOLOGRAMS in a tango takes me to dance with you on the crooked stone roads of Caminito in Buenos Aires my hand glued to yours head to head moving with choreographed steps. What is this if not trying to attract the type of love destined to be timeless the kind of feeling that intoxicates while watching a sunset or riding in a gondola under the bridges of Venice…? I feel my dream is a heavenly reality. I know the day will come when you will read this letter. . It exists somewhere beyond the stars where destinies are cast. You shower with me have lunch nap work write a poem with me hiding under the words. It will mean we have finally met. You preside over my day. That is why I am waiting.
I have composed the deepest melodies of the soul. I have adored love with divine reflections.Alicia Ghiragossián 216 LOVE HOLOGRAMS Until then all of my desires will remain waiting. I have created the sea that surrounds my island. And here I am with my arms still open waiting for new words new melodies . * What is the mystery of eternity that it can be locked in a minute of waiting a second of absence a split second of need? How can time stretch endlessly when existence burns with nonexistence? How many times do the hands of my clock have to complete their cycle until I see you? * I have thrown to the wind my best words. I have flown through the most fearless dreams.
* utumn….Alicia Ghiragossián 217 LOVE HOLOGRAMS new smiles… and the big love to be able to conquer my last page. * . Stepping over the dried leaves ignored by life. And I am scared that its palpitations might be silenced with the passion of the mind. The sun is trying to warm up a frozen loneliness yet somehow it’s fading. * A A windstorm of thoughts is trespassing my heart. Autumn… preparing for the unavoidable final winter of my life. Shedding the time of discarded memories.
And all my tears are uttering my deepest sorrows to the ears of God. * nother day is beginning and again I take all my thoughts A .Alicia Ghiragossián 218 LOVE HOLOGRAMS What is your address? What are you doing at this very moment besides feeding my dreams? I feel life has stopped waiting for your voice. Time has now grown into centuries and I have no choice but fast-forward it to the moment I will look again into your eyes and confirm once more that everything is determined by God. * I would like to rewind time to the moment when some lives ago we promised to re-encounter. You are far and my only company is your solid absence.
* W I am in silence yet my old words keep walking around as if looking for companionship. I stopped dreaming yet my old dreams keep dancing around to remind me they are still alive. * hen? When will time mature enough so I can have you in my arms? The pounding of my heart has reached its cusp. .Alicia Ghiragossián 219 LOVE HOLOGRAMS like a scalpel to dissect my expectations and gather the pieces into piles of possible and improbable and then mix them up until all of them are framed by flowers spelling our names. Where does nihility end? Every morning I hope it will finally be revealed you exist for me.
* From the Valley of Hope a messenger is announcing my pre-destined Messiah. Then all my silences recover their meaning. No medicine no exorcism no other healing could have ever saved me from the malady of the absence of love which loaded my centuries with pain. Those images bring words to life. And I build a staircase to heaven just to find you are there waiting for me. Then the words become poems and I open with them the road to romance. . Only him .Alicia Ghiragossián 220 LOVE HOLOGRAMS It seems that nothingness has not scheduled yet its life chart for me.unhinged from heaven will be my salvation. * From all my silences I mold images.
The day I will find you will be more than a day. When you think of finding me without knowing who and where I am I can sense it.Alicia Ghiragossián 221 LOVE HOLOGRAMS Just the one announced. I am being informed. . I tremble imagining our encounter. * hen I think of you my loneliness is shattered. It will be pregnant with an always and our new world will give life to galaxies. And molecule by molecule my life is revived. * W The moment I will face you the horizon will stretch to embrace all the sunrises scheduled for the future. Unforgettable and perfect moment when our lost tears will dare to tie up our souls.
That will be the one. Stop torturing me with your bright yet unreachable images. * . * That will be my love. But on second thought… no… do not stop.Alicia Ghiragossián 222 LOVE HOLOGRAMS * Dream. I will infuse you with my breath until you crystallize. The one who looking into my eyes through tears will tell me I love you connecting with my soul while holding my hands to complete the circuit of two hearts. That will be my last love on earth the pure distilled miracle reborn from the old pages of existence through all the realms of true being. Stop showing me what I don’t have.
. nd we will be elated to the kingdom reserved for us.Alicia Ghiragossián 223 LOVE HOLOGRAMS . We will touch the untouchable and be fused since the wiring of two hearts will operate the magical mechanism of becoming one. *** A Holograms of the fulfilled prophesy In search of a future my time was gone and in search of true love my heart was lost. * On what street of paradise are we meeting? What is the language beyond alphabets we are using to communicate? There is this strange .. Until you appeared… to fulfill the prophesy.
Alicia Ghiragossián 224 LOVE HOLOGRAMS this overpowering energy that spells togetherness deepens consciousness to discover beauty and enter into the intense dimensions of life. I have not seen you yet knowing that you exist . But are you really my true love? While I discover it we walk holding hands on the nameless streets of paradise reinventing a new page in magic. You are a hope dressed up with the colors of destiny. * Orphaned by love I became as old as time itself until a new life arrived. And before learning how to walk again I started to fly. A muse to make me sing under the summer rain. And I recognize the intoxicating aroma of gardenias lavenders and Casablanca lilies.
Yet I can see inside you through your words and embrace your essence spelling destiny for me. I only know that this moment and this essence of the possible are totally mine. * Y Your picture is not clear.Alicia Ghiragossián 225 LOVE HOLOGRAMS revives my fantasy and I become alive and my heart gets restored. …And everything on the planet woke up in celebration. * ou appeared in my life chart knitting a pledge of intentions and building up a monument of hopes. Perhaps it is too soon. I might fall into them and drawn. You are my tangible now and I am walking . I don’t know about your eyes. I don’t know your role in the path of my life.
No telegram. I am totally etherized. * You touched me with the aroma of hundreds of magnolias and we haven’t met yet. It seems our emotions are triggered from past lives and they are anxious to meet again.Alicia Ghiragossián 226 LOVE HOLOGRAMS through the present to start the new chart promised by the stars. N . What is it if not pure magic this power of love? * o e-mail. Isn’t it amazing to step over the past? It is like walking on water floating in space diving in a bounding spell and letting the heart grow. I only heard your voice loaded with love. * I am etherized.
Alicia Ghiragossián 227 LOVE HOLOGRAMS Wherever you are I want to send you a garden of forget-me-nots able to transcend space and fence you in. Just your voice unbreakable penetrating . * No contact with the world. Look for our past history. I don’t want to hear any other voice to dissipate yours. An intoxicating now was being born. And take my life out of this box empty of you. And the full moon became the witness. Find me. It was a sign to wave goodbye to that which was and coin the moment with that which is. An angelic voice singing Time to say goodbye. * Full moon.
I see you and feel at home. Is it you that part of me searched since ever? I have dreamt all my life with your eyes so every time I look myself in them I become the reflection of my deepest dream. A I .Alicia Ghiragossián 228 LOVE HOLOGRAMS calling me rainbow. And I sense the promotion from Higher Powers to finally let me touch happiness. Your love poem is the cloud I walk on every day.gathered for centuries would initiate a rain for the simple privilege of becoming your rainbow? * … nd I ask myself. But how did you know that all my tears . * have been in love before but it feels different every time.
Flood me with the lights reserved for lovers. You were the one. * planted a dream and after innumerable calendars slipping through my fingers you came from nowhere with the natural presence of someone who was always there. And I felt it.Alicia Ghiragossián 229 LOVE HOLOGRAMS * Erase the shadows of all the hands that touched my skin. Let us dance from earth to heaven and hug strongly until our wings join. *** I Holograms of the encounter ll along at the edge of my impatience I was a feather in the wind constantly soaring A .
Yet in my soaring meteorites bumped into my “L” to remind me of Loneliness crushed my “O” -my ring of commitmentand contaminated my vulnerable “E” to trouble my Emotions. I always believed in love. . And the first word was Victory to reward my faith. Years later I met you. Heaven sent me then a new language to blend with my heart. But the “V” remained intact. And I sent my wish to the universe. As a symbol of faith.Alicia Ghiragossián 230 LOVE HOLOGRAMS in the unknown. So I glued it to my heart to start a new alphabet. The new language came with a message clearly engraved on the bracelet you gave me: Love never faileth. I was LOVE.
But the true secret is never to faileth love. * he day I met you the air I breathed suddenly changed its chemistry changing with it the lonely rhythm of my heart. You placed yourself under my wings and I became the light beaming through you. And we built the newest timeless endless paradise. * n earthquake? The entire island shook by the energy of our passion. Did you fill the air with electrical waves when you shocked me with the proposal of an unexpected forever? They were not just words but a way to describe an unbridled energy that felt everlasting… an endless source of power.
…And the earth really moved. …And we touched eternity. *
was the magic word to be sculpted on the walls of memory. Strong yet delicate. Vulnerable. Intoxicating. To announce we were immortal. And we became pure essence in the epicenter of love. *
sprinkling on our clothes the wind blowing in our faces my hair flowing free…. We walked on the beach unaware of time. Elated. As if blessed by higher forces. They were helping to reconnect the love interrupted in another century.
We were hypnotized by life itself. *
I found your soul
holding hands with mine when you kneeled to clean the sand from my feet…. My mind took an indelible picture of the scene. And I watch it every time I need to replay the singular moments of my life. *
Psychics said it:
“You come to pick up from where you left in a past life….” putting into words what we have felt. Was it pure coincidence to find an altar the very first day we met and thank God for bringing us together? Was it scheduled to walk into a church on rose petals or find newlyweds
standing at the altar reflecting the wedding of our feelings? Perhaps it was just synchronicity. A new beginning of life. *
A simple song
holding for us a huge truth. I need your love it said revealing in a split second what we both felt. We cast the song in our skins and now it is navigating through our veins always reminding us our irreplaceable encounter. *
sculpted by words warm connecting touching…. Your voice declaring the change of my world… and silences pregnant with emotion became the melodies
and the unwritten poems I kept in my mind all night while dreams were parading in colorful sequences. They were all kept in the best compartment of my heart to later compose my new songs. * y entire body is enfolded by your energy field. You invade me like ocean waves breaking at the shore and covering the sand. You permeate me to leave in me your taste. And life unfolds all its splendor. * ith you I own the entire universe. Without you I own all the emptiness and loneliness of the world. You come and go
attach and detach and I keep hoping to grasp the final verdict of destiny. But how is it possible for the heart to melt down and at the same time become more solid in need? Ah…. This imperative… this irrational laws of love. *
From which time-tunnel
does your voice come to surround me with the sounds of permanence? Is there a different name for a love enclosed in the inscriptions of fate? I need thousands of answers to outline a definition for this miracle that touches us like a magic wand when we laugh when we hug when we transform the energy of the soul into a prophetic union
and we create light. Perhaps… we are competing with the sun. * our eyes are so blue that when you look at me I feel the sky embraces me and I enter your space to discover the motion of your thoughts the frequency of your feelings and to touch an immensity radiating toward all the dimensions of the self. *
As long as my memory
will exist I will hold your eyes leaving its energy imprint in every particle of me. That energy is traveling freely within myself crossing through my heart a billion times modifying my heartbeats and activating the memory of my soul DNA. Who am I when I love if not a biochemical revelation
- the best version of me? *
When you are far from me
I feel cold and become vulnerable invisible as if I never was. Then I hear your voice telling me you miss me and the white screen of my day gets suddenly colored. And that is the sign of my rebirth. *
You are with me
and you build-up my true home. You kiss me and I am more myself. You love me and the world disappears. I need your love as a condition for existence as the air for my lungs the water to keep me alive. *
I open my heart
to listen to the cosmos and join God in silence. I find you there and I blend with you to unveil the paradise hidden in my dreams. *
Falling asleep lips to lips legs entangled is the prelude to visit heaven. What can surpass the feeling of being protected and letting yourself go into the unconscious mind? You and I hugging. An accomplished kingdom. *
I wake up
by the touch of your hands and the tenderness of your kiss wishing me good morning in so many ways…. Life starts navigating
through my blood stream before the sun is risen. And it seems to me it is the power of my feelings the one pushing up the sun on the horizon. So I feel the right to keep one of its rays to illuminate my entire day. *
The sun just rose
and it is inside me. I can feel its blinding light trespassing every molecule of my physical being erasing my frozen memories covering my warmest ones and celebrating the joy of this new existence. I feel powerful today. *
printed with red roses wraps around my body the secret energy of Saint Valentine.
And I am transformed into the largest heart able to contain all the hearts in celebration. As if I am the creator of a new legend. *
You unnailed me
from the cross of loneliness. I came down with my arms open to hug you. Your truth was refracted in my wounds and they were healed. I was re-baptized in a new faith and the nail traces disappeared with your kisses on my hands. *
Would it be a sin
to say that I see in yours the eyes of Christ? …That your sweetness arises from within to highlight your smile? …And that your arms
Alicia Ghiragossián 242 LOVE HOLOGRAMS as much as his are ready for protection? A tear of joy is the answer when the heart is touched. * Our oneness was decided by a pre-written destiny. Now I know that solitude and loneliness was just the price to be now enchanted by you. . I feared that the anatomy of my dreams would remain intact that nobody would melt them to existence. Now I know we cannot be but one. I know this encounter is registered somewhere in the highest levels of the beyond where a glance is enough to declare togetherness. * Now I know why I couldn’t love anyone else for such a long time….
In a half-lit room light was never more blinding to see things from the very inside. And then…right then my universe found its balance to understand harmony and beauty. My cells organized themselves to receive with a ritual the most subtle energies of divinity. We were fused. But what is the element in this alchemic fusion that allows the hearts to soar? * ho knows how many times we have met? Who knows what is that force deep and mysterious W . You rearranged my life and every doubt found its death. * Moment of tenderness.Alicia Ghiragossián 243 LOVE HOLOGRAMS But you appeared….
I almost feel transparent dematerialized entering through your skin to keep you company. * A I feel like a bride a glimmering archangel .Alicia Ghiragossián 244 LOVE HOLOGRAMS that brings together two people? We do not know how much we have loved each-other in the past and cried in each other’s arms. * m I really your angel or your words are just an incentive to fly together and abandon planet earth? You have the art to build a special aura to encircle you and me in a sublime sensation. Our union has completed its circle. And that is our best history. We are together.
You talked to me with a sound that came from a realm where souls are ageless and I could hear all the planets echoing your words.Alicia Ghiragossián 245 LOVE HOLOGRAMS in a cathedral of clouds. * Our encounter was sealed with the joy of my tear shed on our naked essence while facing the undines of the ocean in a remote island. A whole ceremony is performed by the ultimate Source. Your smile has soothed my old scars and your voice is around my heart repeating I cannot live without you. In that remote island of phantoms and myths . A Spanish guitar the waltz we danced and you the magician of my life changed everything.
my love - .Alicia Ghiragossián 246 LOVE HOLOGRAMS you became my place of refuge.by divine command – will recreate our kiss. Our lips will not be there yet all the rose petals . They are cast till the end of time. * Last night I didn't cry . And I know that when those petals disappear from earth their living phantom will show up somewhere in the hidden corners of a garden full of romance outlining a couple in love. * No one can take away from me your kisses mixed with rose petals on my skin. Powerful things are memories that no one can take away. Not even the purest rain coming from heaven can wash out the imprint of your lips.
Alicia Ghiragossián 247 LOVE HOLOGRAMS my tears just wanted to meet your lips so they can acknowledge my passion. * There are glances dancing between your eyes and mine while a music adds heaven to our space. As silent and revealing as your unconscious self. The sparks of the fireplace compete with those of our hearts while the volutes of the incense outline the love fairies present to crown the moment. And we recognized in a flash the new cradle of love. I could hear your tearless response. And we grow wings to go with the fairies as high as their fantasy land. * e cannot die…. The prophesy is fulfilled. Our love is immortal. It has filled already W .
You look at me with that special language only heard by me echoing in my blood stream. I can recognize your presence as deep as the centuries I had to wait for you confused and puzzled in the mist of hopes with the sadness of a smile misplaced. And the day we cross the threshold toward the world of the spirits those pages will come alive as if born from a miracle printer describing the purest moments of our romance. * You are the one who shared my road somewhere in time.Alicia Ghiragossián 248 LOVE HOLOGRAMS all the pages of the unwritten books of love. My love. * . You are the one. My everything.
I knew from the first day that our encounter was unavoidable. . That it would transcend the self. * Our beings expanded mesmerized. Your essence spells karma for me. * Loves are handmade on earth.Alicia Ghiragossián 249 LOVE HOLOGRAMS Chosen by God and sealed by fortune you are the old the ancient mead of my soul who is bringing to me the purest blend of belonging. We were purified with the unmistakable signs of how much God is loving us. But in fact they are always imposed by heaven. And I can walk through time to renew the chart promised by the stars.
And by some kind of ultrasound magic the waves of your voice spreading from my brain infiltrated my hair. * When our souls meet we enter the unexplored and we float . And we both understand we are creating the highest joy of oneness.Alicia Ghiragossián 250 LOVE HOLOGRAMS I know now our love is linked to the residence of the gods. * I have not erased your message in the answering machine. The sound of your voice is still there and in my brain sending impulses…. I walk through the streets of Los Angeles and nobody suspects I have a melody of love dwelling in my hair. So we enter Eden without knocking….
Through love we conquer wisdom. Larger than a dream. We capture the meaning of being and clarity is revealed without boundaries.Alicia Ghiragossián 251 LOVE HOLOGRAMS in free form. Reality surpassed the imagination of poets the passionate loves ever the deepest resonance heard. . * It was unique. You and I above it all touching a twilight existence transcending the time when lesser gods retire. Your offering was like a religious experience. Through love we conquer all the goodness of existence. * Above the world. And I reached the frequency of light walked to the horizon and blended with the sun.
Alicia Ghiragossián 252 LOVE HOLOGRAMS We are above where essences hold high the torch of life our skin is reborn and our minds create a new creed for intimacy. We are outlining a parallel self in all the existing worlds where you and I are dancing at their terrace. *** . With you… I rose to love. With you – my dear I didn’t fall in love.
I have not lost anyone. . But haven’t I truly when my country has lost so many and so much…? * And the whole world is asking: Was this a War on Terror or of terror? …A matter of syntax.WAR and TRUTH My child did not go to war.
Yet your people grew in solidarity to a new height of the soul. We all were when your twin towers melted down. You were indignant. A quantum voice addressed directly at your conscience. * But how to repeat those words now when you liberated others through invasion no matter how many innocents were killed on the way? Now the notes of my old song are faded in the clouds of gunpowder . We all did. They were gray days full of ashes.Alicia Ghiragossián 254 WAR and TRUTH Government of America: This is the shorthand of an open feeling. And thus my song for the country was born: I’m proud of you…. Perhaps you suffered.
Yet you opened new trenches for disaster. A trampoline to oil. A soul that breathes ashes will eventually collapse.Alicia Ghiragossián 255 WAR and TRUTH and the lyrics have bullet holes. . It was so easy to be idealistic sacrificing the life of others! * You said you had a reason. Today my song says: We cannot build with ashes. You justified your actions repeating clichés until they created a simile of truth and you ended up believing your own words knowing they were just that: words to erase reality to cover a nightmare. The defense of the country. And it became I-deal. Your Ideal was uncovered and dissected. * You claimed idealism.
Alicia Ghiragossián 256 WAR and TRUTH A quicksand for integrity. You leave us a legacy of non-credibility with them full of euphemisms empty expressions general statements unrelated with your actions or promises of solutions for a future when your power is long gone.” We understand that “we” doesn’t mean the people of our country but it implies those who negotiate with oil. Pontius Pilate . The premise is: with you or against you with you or pessimism. * ou cannot even accept a healthy disagreement. Money is the true addiction. And a Freudian slip uncovers your truth: “We are addicted to oil.Speeches…. Isn’t that your veiled confession? * Y Speeches….
Lies upon lies manipulation of excuses Y . If you see it you don’t feel it and you don’t adopt the solutions at your reach.Alicia Ghiragossián 257 WAR and TRUTH would have done no better. I am trying to find in your deeds the teachings of the Bible you mention so much and all I find is an attack on the soul: from the suspension of Habeas Corpus to the rape of privacy. You are exposed. Even your apathy in delivering your words and body language prove you don’t believe in what you say and you fill-up the air with hypocrisy. What a waste of our hopes and trust! What a murder of dreams! * ou look at our pain without seeing it.
Alicia Ghiragossián 258 WAR and TRUTH to live immersed in the antidote of truth with a mask so long attached to your face that it has become part of your skin your muscles and has even penetrated your bones. What was that? Didn’t you like the status or the color of those people? They were Americans like you. * Did I say a mask? Endless masks to participate in the Venetian masquerade the Brazilian carnival the Mardigras of New Orleans … the city you let submerge under water. So why rescue them with guns and treat them like prisoners of war? Why were they arrested for trespassing in their own houses? Whose spirit did you want to crush? . And you don’t even suspect that the abuse of power weakens to death.
* But many of our soldiers saw the truth and didn’t want to be part of it. Not corporate gain.Alicia Ghiragossián 259 WAR and TRUTH * A heavy mass of melted rubber and oil money is circulating through your veins. Morality is adjourned in your court house. Curtains that are never intended to be raised. The stage is perfect for a political theater with velvet curtains tinted in bloody red with a tapestry showing the horrors of self-interest highlighting the absurd. Whether from the National Guard or volunteers properly equipped or not handicapped or not they hoped to leave behind the heavy load of hostility and hatred .
With or without honors. They wanted peace. They were with Christ with all the anointed who rejected hypocrisy. Were you? Where were the mass destruction weapons? Where were the bonds with terrorists? Where was the proof of a threat to our world? Silence is all we hear…. * T . It takes also you. * hey were with Gandhi in the sacred duty of not cooperating with the forces of evil. But peace takes a village. Just to be at home.Alicia Ghiragossián 260 WAR and TRUTH killings and explosions and return to family and friends to Love and Harmony. They wanted to escape from hell. It takes all of us. With or without purple hearts or brown stars.
Yet everybody knew of your profits and the eyes of the world . Ruthlessness and atrocities in the name of our country. * The convoys from the oil fields of Mosul and Tikrit kept permanently marching south and no one cared if a hungry child was crushed running after a truck for a piece of bread.Alicia Ghiragossián 261 WAR and TRUTH Did you really want to hunt terrorists when you helped their families to fly away? Was your purpose to dethrone a tyrant when you negotiate with so many of them? To build a foreign country while creating a deficit at home where we have so much homelessness? But you decided to spend in a war the fortune that could have satiated all the hunger of the world.
* We the people were mocked. We put power in your hands and you crossed the line. We put trust in your hands and we reaped selfishness. Yet you increased it.Alicia Ghiragossián 262 WAR and TRUTH dressed you with shame. * s the rest of the planet so invisible for you that you cannot join in brotherhood? Shouldn’t that be the task of the powerful? To recognize and respect differences? To promote cooperation? We the people want you to know we were shattered by the injustice I . Painfully. We expected you to dissolve foreign anger against the country. Almost erased it.
Detainees tortured. * You learned to repeat the same justifications. Civilians slaughtered in Iraq. And you generated a confusion that punched us . Victims in both worlds. You gave. You took.Alicia Ghiragossián 263 WAR and TRUTH that reached us all: aggressor and aggressed. And the crimes of war kept shrinking the soul…. * Blossoming lives were covered with scars and broken dreams or suddenly cut from its roots while you were served on silver plates. And while paving the road of deception in the name of freedom and democracy everything entered a huge crucible: self-hypnosis massive brain washing self-interest corruption.
You just cannot. Perhaps right there is where you want us: away from our true road. Was it printed on the dollar so money would become a god? And why? You cannot take it with you beyond this life. * … And the caravan goes on marching over the swamps of the same green map decorated with heroes. You came naked and you will return the same way. Why so much harm? To sell more weapons and supplies? To possess oil? . The name of God was soiled. * Now we all would simply like to know what kind of life force is behind the drive to cause the misery of thousands.Alicia Ghiragossián 264 WAR and TRUTH and knocked us out.
Power to get more power insatiably to finally slap the essence of the country.Alicia Ghiragossián 265 WAR and TRUTH To have more houses? More cars? Private jets? How can you enjoy them? Do you know that every time you walk to those houses or cars or private jets you are walking over the blood of children fathers mothers husbands wives? Look at your shoes. Aren’t they stained? How comfortable it is to walk over mutilated bodies? Blood cannot be washed out with blood. . Oh! But you pray for the victims joining in the same sentence the war you created and the image of God. * Money to get more money.
Alicia Ghiragossián 266 WAR and TRUTH All twisted values composed by the same brains. How can you choose war and pray for the victims? How can you claim a faith while disobeying its commands? How many layers of hypocrisy have to be peeled to reach truth? * We had no heroes to save us from mass destruction. We had the atomic era. The time for Iraq. . * What happened with civil liberties and our tradition of legal authority? Why barter those blessings with this supremacy myth to remind us the leaders of the Third Reich? It is easy they said. Just false prophets to gold-plate the chalice of power. The time for Hiroshima. We have the oil era.
* hat happened with “no person can be the law?” We can all recognize state terrorism hidden under the label of reason. It seemed tailor made in the past for a genocide to exterminate millions with impunity.Alicia Ghiragossián 267 WAR and TRUTH All you have to do is to tell the people they are being attacked. How many need to dress in mourning black blacker than your gold inside and out and at both ends W . It seems tailor made in the present for tortures rape of dignity and trampling human rights. Denounce the pacifists for lack of patriotism and exposing the country to danger. To create gas chambers and concentration camps.
Alicia Ghiragossián 268 WAR and TRUTH of the bridge to stop the avalanche? We are all hoping to see the awakening of conscience. Who are those mothers against war? I dare to tell you who they are. They receive coded information from the cosmos: war is not the answer to restore power and dignity A . They are connected with the higher entities of the universe. They are those who can detect truth. They possess a built-in divine technology in an instrument called heart that is torn to pieces by injustice by the absurdity of a loss based on soiled causes. * rrogance and blasphemy is all we perceive.
Pick up all the tears shed and you will drown in them. The soul of the nation remained mined. They are not counting . After all it’s not difficult to allege extreme circumstances ignore the Nuremberg standard and glorify illegitimacy.Alicia Ghiragossián 269 WAR and TRUTH but only the path to restore nothingness to destroy it all. And who can know the truth better than those with vision to see the work of evil in all crimes? * The lands remained mined. Casualties? Some. They are not counting the tons of cynicism and distrust spread over the planet. * Just see the pictures of the mutilated and you’ll tremble. Explanations? Think-tanks will provide them. The air remained mined.
I know. But haven’t I truly when my country has lost so many and so much…? Haven’t I lost when humankind lost perhaps the one to discover a new vaccine? Or a new Neruda to deepen our souls? Or a new Chopin to serenade us? Or the powerful brush for a new Guernica? Or another Einstein willing to explain the relativity of profits? M . I have not lost anyone.Alicia Ghiragossián 270 WAR and TRUTH the possibilities lost. Will humanity and justice ever prevail gain? * y child did not go to war. I am tangible proof: the daughter of survivors of a genocide that you shamefully choose to ignore although over a million of human beings were exterminated.
No one should escape through the back door of a stage without reading the signs hanging over the corridors: Boomerang. It will come back to you. Because it will. . No one should cause suffering. We feel that the engine of our hope is demolished. War and destruction. * Our intelligence is downcast.Alicia Ghiragossián 271 WAR and TRUTH Don’t we all lose a little of something when human beings vanish before fulfilling their dreams? Aren’t we part of the universe? Aren’t we affected by the whole? * We cannot run away from a collective pain born in a collective existence.
Alicia Ghiragossián 272 WAR and TRUTH Is this all there is in the advancement of humankind? * Technology is advanced. Elevated. Worshiped. But what about uplifting the soul buried under the heavy load of corruption jealousy cruelty selfishness or indifference? Isn’t there a way to add substance to actions and rescue the spirit from its surface shine? How can a sea of weak sequences blind us to death? What has happened to us? How long can we hide a decomposed conscience under a groomed presence? * The need to torture is not born from strength but weakness. Since when are children subject .
The light of that future is born from truth beauty and harmony. * S Turn on a thousand chandeliers at your parties and they will not cure the darkness of greed. Corruption can only take us to darkness.Alicia Ghiragossián 273 WAR and TRUTH to physical punishment for political reasons? Is morality a simple footnote in our life’s memoirs? * ouls in twilight guilty hands hiding behind lame excuses and hearts of stone cannot be the legacy for a bright future. We need light and purity. . Deliver a thousand sincere speeches and they will not mitigate the intensity of our pain neither they will be able to dry our tears. Today.
* But if the executioners worship God it is not possible to imagine what should be expected from Devil worshipers. Selfishness is dancing like a dark cloud around us . Why can’t we understand that the effects of wrong and evil are not for a day but for centuries? * Where were the religious leaders to raise their voice? Why are the bell towers of Truth keeping silent while a landscape like a post nuclear Winter is rapidly spreading around. * And the whole world is asking: Was this a War on Terror or of terror? …A matter of syntax.Alicia Ghiragossián 274 WAR and TRUTH So indelible.
* e don’t know how much more cruel cruelty can become. Even if wiped away every particle of its memory becomes a missile launched W . We feel you are constantly taking black and white snapshots of our impotence.though that our country has become the widow of love full of tears chasing a flower bud in deep winter.Alicia Ghiragossián 275 WAR and TRUTH shattering the colors and shapes of time. How much lower lowness can descend to walk all over our feelings. We know . And we keep folding and refolding our hopes. And we also know that the blood unjustly shed does not vanish.
Alicia Ghiragossián 276 WAR and TRUTH against darkened souls to push them into the black holes of the cosmos to be pulverized. I am just trying to rearrange my words to invent a blessed prayer to ask forgiveness for you and for those who eliminate the chances and purpose of life so God can welcome us. But still alive. * War and truth. We need your genuine repentance to shed the past and recover our lost pride. What a shame that someday our children will pay W . * e need Justice to resonate in our lives. Truth and war. We need the spiritual light to dissipate so much darkness. Excluding each other being mutually annihilated.
In that fraction we can master forever the supreme Truth of life. *** . * There is no other way to a meaningful existence than to be connected with heaven and respect its rules. The universe doesn’t. The universe doesn’t. We must hold hands with the entire world… to feel the revival of human warmth and light of the soul to multiply our genes of divinity and get closer to revelations so we can turn the wheels of destiny and recreate on earth a fraction of paradise. We might forget.Alicia Ghiragossián 277 WAR and TRUTH the price…. We might forgive. In that fraction Wars do not exist.
GOOD MORNING ARTSAKH And this is that kind of moment when a new sky is added inside you and the entire world gets lighted with love. . * A new song of songs wished me good morning and bonded itself so tightly to my skin it seemed it was there always.
Your lungs breathed freedom again and you returned to your mother to prove that nothing has the power to detach you from her that dreams do not change their essence. And it so happened that your tribe decided to bring you back. And every drop of blood became a soldier to evict the outsider. But the truth is that your distance didn’t exist.Alicia Ghiragossián 279 GOOD MORNING ARTSAKH You lived for so long in someone else’s arms it seemed you would never be back. The volumes of history opened a new page and the strings of the universe pronounced at full voice . Your umbilical cord with your homeland your true mother was breathing life in secret and your pulse always confessed the supremacy of the roots.
Warmth was flowing from the sad eyes of Artsakh as a late encounter. ** Former city of Armenia. I . now Turkish territory.Alicia Ghiragossián 280 GOOD MORNING ARTSAKH Good morning Artsakh. And this is that kind of moment when a new sky is added inside you and the entire world * Former region of Azerbaijan (ex-Soviet Union) now autonomous. Like a giant escaped from a tale it was welcoming me with a smile.* * came… I saw… and this time I was cannon-fired by all the skies of ancestry. From the roots of Van ** a rebel tear was released uncovering my soul and its vibes of missing you. And below those skies offering springtime in autumn a breathtaking powerful rock was standing up.
Through the splendor of the sun I G * Capital of Artsakh. * t was a simple visit and at the same time a sign from the universe telling me it was time to wave good bye to the unimportant and coin the moment with substance. Today my soul and the world grew together on a parallel road. My smile and yours met and joined when a powerful now was being born from the lights of your mountains.* It is so good the morning when you can see the entire planet condensed in a small city.Alicia Ghiragossián 281 GOOD MORNING ARTSAKH gets lighted with love. . * ood morning Stepanakert. And I was illuminated.
And totally renewed I walk straight toward the future I so much awaited. He didn’t know about destiny but as a master of hunting from the depth of instinct he was somehow trying to capture my being. * ypnotized he was looking into my eyes as if he wanted to understand the meaning of my presence. Attaching himself to my glances * Armenian poet of the 10th century.Alicia Ghiragossián 282 GOOD MORNING ARTSAKH I can see the carnations born from the bible of Narek * offering me the scent of life and blessing my dreams. He spoke to me without a voice. H .
* I knew your mountains. And for a split second danger vanished. * It was written and there was no need to read it. The same life-promising ones are in my native country the same laurel berries to crown ideals. And by command of that sun I repeated my birth. Even the wild jackal of my land was giving me a welcome.Alicia Ghiragossián 283 GOOD MORNING ARTSAKH he had forgotten his meanness. Even the sun was talking to me with the same style. The music of my old song faded away . I was walking with an old song on my lips when suddenly my steps followed yours to find a new road designed from above.
Alicia Ghiragossián 284 GOOD MORNING ARTSAKH and the lyrics changed. My steps entered your steps. And it felt as if somewhere in the cosmic mind of existence a new life was registered so I can hug my ancient genes once more and add a new code to them . And I saw the true color of my mission. A new song of songs wished me good morning and bonded itself so tightly to my skin it seemed it was there always. * The candle of my altar multiplied into thousands and their light spread throughout the streets of Artsakh where the blessed salt and bread received my ancient self with a solemn ritual.
* What is it called this miracle of being a chosen particle of God when you visit your homeland? Or when you feel crystal pure untouched and white or when the presence of a magic fountain . In the universe dreams are the embryos of reality. Then I become a cloud to sprinkle on your dreams so they grow my Artsakh – and reach reality. * From other galaxies I float toward your skies.Alicia Ghiragossián 285 GOOD MORNING ARTSAKH to soothe my sadness and renew my hope. The candles of my altar reached the heart of Artsakh and a rocket was sent to heaven to declare a holiday in the entire universe.
I finally found the lost doors of paradise. And my heart woke up from slumber mixing new emotions with old memories. * It was the first time that your rocks greeted me . * Through the passage of my roots I touched that angle of my inner self where I had harbored my incomplete life. And the cycle of my life was completed. The moment was clear…. There was a long speech in those leaves isolated by Autumn a singular melody that reached my core.Alicia Ghiragossián 286 GOOD MORNING ARTSAKH imparts life to your cells? That miracle is simply called roots.
And I had to return to go on writing on that scroll my story unfinished. No. Perhaps it was not Shushi then. A piece of my skin turned scroll. Matured tears surrendered and rolled down my words as a confession. * The old love melted in the landscape which was filling up all the corners * City in Artsakh. And my life story was renewed. Perhaps it had a different name but it was mine. . I have been close to those rocks.Alicia Ghiragossián 287 GOOD MORNING ARTSAKH . That was not the first time.Shushi -* opening the pages of my ancient past.
The city was smiling at me that early morning when silence was composing the melody of the gods. I was flying toward the trees and the mountains. You do not touch me yet you can move my heart. * ou are not transparent yet I can see through your history.Alicia Ghiragossián 288 GOOD MORNING ARTSAKH of my hotel balcony and impregnating me. My heart undressed radiating the feeling of missing you already. You do not talk yet I can hear your words addressed to me. …And the new love was born. And higher toward the cleanest sky. You look straight into my fate and life takes charge. * n presence of your crosses I felt the veins of belief and inside them Y I .
Deeply. From the Princes of Karabakh* to the executed poets and the last battle of the heroes….Alicia Ghiragossián 289 GOOD MORNING ARTSAKH the exodus the massacre the tragedy…. I also felt the cannibalism of the soul shredding heaven and sliding its pieces under my feet. . I closed my eyes and prayed. …And together * Former name of Artsakh. And I got attached to you…. * When I invoke you a promise overflows my essence and my total devotion becomes a transcendental religious experience. And emerging from that experience the powers of the universe baptize the moment with unbreakable secrets.
I can still hear its pounding. And my heart stood up widened and became a love embracing boundless dimension. My lungs were filled . Or are they the chants of my own soul meeting you? * From the strength of all that is genuine the streets of Artsakh the houses the people a more brilliant sun was born in those Autumn days. Ar-tsakh…. * I can measure the dimension of your soul and I can hear its chants when I stand on your land.Alicia Ghiragossián 290 GOOD MORNING ARTSAKH we head to rebuild the sacred peace promised. Ar-tsakh. Ar-tsakh.
The outside fortress was building up the fortress inside. Those candles were celebrating destiny I .Shushi while your giant rock under my feet sixteen hundred meters from the sea level was gaining power with holy majesty.Alicia Ghiragossián 291 GOOD MORNING ARTSAKH with magical oxygen and it was the beginning of a new breathing. I was absent for a second involved in the past and the future while the present was being imprinted in my parallel soul. * lit seven candles in your empty cathedral . Thus happened the tremor of love. I was standing on thousands of years and became taller than myself when the flame of my seven candles grew taller.
* Empty houses broken windows and ghosts flying in and out from them. * But the land of my ancestors was Van….Alicia Ghiragossián 292 GOOD MORNING ARTSAKH …and I lived the exceptional first moment of a new time. It was a hot day.* Why did I feel so strongly * City of historic Armenia. now Turkish territory. . They were lonely houses without neighbors or postmen or telephones…. Just the memory of the heroes fallen to bring Shushi home. No one walking on the streets. Yet the city was freezing under the sun …and crying.
Alicia Ghiragossián 293 GOOD MORNING ARTSAKH the presence of my roots? Could it be that the seven candles I lit at Shushi were transformed by command of God into seven armies to expand the dimension of my soul? Those empty houses were filled up with the air of Vaspurakan* and the prayers of Narek.** …And I understood the message. My land: you created a new warmth and crowned me with it so I can be renewed with the spirit of Artsakh. *** Poet of the 10th century. . Didn’t this land belong to my people as well? * A whirlwind is conquering my heart. Today your angels visited me and I saw projected ** Province of historic Armenia.
* as that me roaming through the city or my old soul hundreds of lives ago? Was that me or Semiramis* ready to ask for a long desired forgiveness and determined to charm the people of Armenia instead of Ara?** Was that me or the heroic soldier ready to fight for you? And I never found out which of my lives was standing on your holy land.Alicia Ghiragossián 294 GOOD MORNING ARTSAKH on the walls of my room the smile of my father. * W Resurrected from the legend the queen had returned to expiate her guilt to pay for her debt. Humbled on her knees * Assyrian queen of the 9th century BC ** Armenian king of the 9th century BC .
* y Lord: allow me to bring a thousand doves as faithful guardians of these lands. Let the world understand our truthful cause so the Armenians can be baptized again with the holy oil of peace and can restore their rights. Allow us Lord to build new pyramids M . …And the reign of a timeless peace opened its doors.Alicia Ghiragossián 295 GOOD MORNING ARTSAKH on the tombs of our heroes she was praying unceasingly and weeping. The old volume of history was still open when she entered again into its pages but this time with a naked soul she melted her crown with the dreams of our people.
Alicia Ghiragossián 296 GOOD MORNING ARTSAKH of self determination and stand on our land so we can all see the invincible sun breaking the darkness of history. Old prayers became mine with new words and I was anointed with a blessing unheard. When was it? And why? What unknown path was extended at my feet? I only know that stars were born from that salt and bread so I can cover all the roads with stardust and I can welcome with open arms the new laurel-crown W . * hen was it? When did the salt and bread of that heartfelt reception turn into total nourishment? When was I baptized for a second time to enrich my identity.
Page by page our builder hands our sweat our epic poems and legends were sculpted there * City in Artsakh (former Lachin). The dazzling light of that table offered me a prophetic vision.Alicia Ghiragossián 297 GOOD MORNING ARTSAKH of my race. * D Open the volumes of history…. At the patio of an Armenian home surrounded by hills I shared food at Kashatagh* and the sun sat down at the table to have lunch with us. And I saw the day of tomorrow. * estiny determined and I woke up to welcome my new time. .
* .Artsakh and I closed them to keep it warm. Open particularly the chapter of the future and see the smile of our heroes. That warmth made me join your heroes to define a different brand of struggle. And do not stop listening the steps of truth in our new existence. * My dreams embodied yours and I received the command of belonging baptized with the mysteries of time. And accordingly determines everything. Your truth found a place in my palms . The universe respects justice.Alicia Ghiragossián 298 GOOD MORNING ARTSAKH and our inalienable rights were established.
Although I have also autographed on your heart .Alicia Ghiragossián 299 GOOD MORNING ARTSAKH There was a call of freedom sprinkled on the streets slices of independence from where the fists of the race were born spreading will and dreams guns and altars tears and screams power and glory. History had chosen its powerful symbol. * I have autographed on your clouds and I fear that an illiterate wind might dissipate those clouds and I will be wiped out from your memory. The fabric of self determination was hanging from the ideals as if the universe itself had given life to the tricolor flag imprinting ladders on the side as a road to heaven.
And I will endlessly receive the energy of your presence to build up my horizon. I can sense sadness in the departed yet at the same time so much pride. They had a pact with Providence to be reborn as heroes of the people. Picture by picture I detect the hearts of the fallen. I feel they are still pounding strongly very strongly almost breaking the marble stones. * The tombs are aligned one after the other in a row seeding bravery in my steps. They are in a row… and I walk by that row .Alicia Ghiragossián 300 GOOD MORNING ARTSAKH to be imprinted on that corner of your soul reserved to join mine.
There a map was laid A . * different peace conquered my essence and I rose on the wings of your love toward another dimension. Let my new roots be nourished with freedom.Alicia Ghiragossián 301 GOOD MORNING ARTSAKH to catch their devotion and to handwrite my own pact with God. * I place my soul in your reign my Lord but my heart still wanders through the rocks of Artsakh and sometimes soars with the eagles to register on the sky the hopes buildup on earth and send to the universe a map with new frontiers blessed with peace. Lord.
You have been ours L . Exactly at the heart of Stepanakert.Alicia Ghiragossián 302 GOOD MORNING ARTSAKH with the color of your mounts your streams your skies with the golden trees of Lachin and the translucent altar of Shushi. * et the snow of your peaks become doves to spread olive branches on your slopes and let the bells of peace ring all over your mountains. And at that instant a new blossom of the roots took place. Let the powerful voice of the space blend with your winds expanding blessings so that the enemy can accept the supreme judgment. And with all firmness I dared to set a new flag on that map.
Artsakh and you will be ours always. I was renewed molecule by molecule with your legendary voice which suddenly became mine.Artsakh and adding to my essence your lifeblood. You were talking… . It was like the power of tales bonding us with chains and we were intoxicated. * Y I am a voluntary hostage of that land those people and a past enrooted in the core of existence . A clean sky was our witness. * ou were talking with me telling me about your mothers your soldiers and about those tears that nurtured your soil with melancholy with victories with dreams and glory.Alicia Ghiragossián 303 GOOD MORNING ARTSAKH .
Warm…. I’m leaving and the sun is hiding to avoid a farewell. And I feel myself in the arms of my father. But a deep night reigns all over.Alicia Ghiragossián 304 GOOD MORNING ARTSAKH where innocence is still alive. * he sun is setting. Understood…. But the bars and locks of my space are subtle transparent made of a lining that holds from the inside all the hidden dreams. The sun doesn’t know how to cry. * he moment I left I sent my voice of love to your mountains and the echo came back T T . With the tenderness of a newly born bird. My luggage is ready.
…And I was lost in its mystery. I left but my naked self stayed with your clouds. Moment of joy. My cells rearranged themselves receiving with divine ritual the highest energies W .Alicia Ghiragossián 305 GOOD MORNING ARTSAKH but it was not my voice anymore. When it reached to your mountains the waves of sound changed and your mountains answered me with their own voice tangled with my own. * atching the picture of your rocks I saw my soul kissing them at the moment of the departure. * An airplane made of good-byes took me to the clouds where I could confirm my flight.
And I want to hug our essence and breathe your need. These are the rocks standing like an army at the entrance of Artsakh. Your pictures in my hand became air-water-land. We could barely take the picture when the car slowed down. …And this other a view from the hotel. These pictures are so much more than pieces of paper… P . Mountains trees and the clear sky of Autumn clearing the soul.Alicia Ghiragossián 306 GOOD MORNING ARTSAKH to become the embryo of a new connection. * ictures are more than pieces of paper… Look at this one. Is a picture just a memory or a printed feeling? I only know that when I hear an echo around my heart it is because you are calling me.
Then you say good-bye to it until the next memory. * he magic of love remained there hidden under the autumn trees and I left hugging the tremor of the race. But how can I say good-by to you when you live within me. * T W . * hen you remember you invoke a presence that becomes tangible.Alicia Ghiragossián 307 GOOD MORNING ARTSAKH They are alive. You breathe that presence you touch it you make it yours. The call of my blood made me embrace the new sprouts of Artsakh and add a huge pounding to my heart.
But only God knows with what threads of life.land of my ancestry to become food for coming dreams so they grow and give life to a flag to wave all over the world. . * From the ninth cloud of love a bridge was built between our souls. I know I could become bodiless on those waves to join your land as a drop of miracle. And I walk barefoot over that bridge so I can reach to you and ascend with the air balloons of my joy to touch heaven. We joined.Alicia Ghiragossián 308 GOOD MORNING ARTSAKH From my past I gather emotions wishes victories and I place them inside you .
Alicia Ghiragossián 309 GOOD MORNING ARTSAKH * am amazed. But I will be back.my dear. Definitely. How does it happen that suddenly your body gets light and you find yourself soaring? On which page of destiny do you elaborate your hopes… so that on a day of splendor whatever is yours returns again to you? I know that the pages of the calendar will fall too slowly until the next encounter with your golden trees to find again the emotions unfastened from me. Now I have to leave . * I But wasn’t I born already? How did my second birth happen? I examine all the mysteries of existence .
* Should I lift the ocean and throw it into the black holes of the universe so no space will ever exist between where I live and my people? I would like to extend my arm from the window of my house and be able to pick up the autumn leaves of Stepanakert… And with those leaves dressed like Eve start my holy mission. You are placing an obligation on my shoulders and I accept it as a heavenly decision. * From where does your power come .my ancient land – that you locked yourself in my fantasy .Alicia Ghiragossián 310 GOOD MORNING ARTSAKH and I can see Your footsteps .God as supreme signs.
Alicia Ghiragossián 311 GOOD MORNING ARTSAKH arrested my heart and left me full of heartbeats? I know they will bring new rays to the sun to flood the world and create a new alphabet of truth to firmly spell your rights: a free and independent land. * Hour by hour I’m resigning from the present to return to those codes of my old blood where the future is registered. And eternity is ready to hug me. *** . Hour by hour destiny is becoming clear to say hello from the future.
ONE AND A HALF MILLENNIA OF LOVE Perhaps as a prophesy it was written in my genes the intimacy with yours. . Existence where the tear is not a liquid anymore but a slice of soul that falls in pain or joy. * Love.
I don’t know which wave swallowed it but the desire to love became a memory. Centuries later a strong quake rattled the shore and when the waters retreated they left behind my lonely key. I picked it up trembling I moved it closer to my handicapped heart and with the rituals of waiting I clenched it tightly.Alicia Ghiragossián 313 ONE AND A HALF MILLENNIA… I locked my almost dying heart and threw the key into the ocean. A finished unfinished past. Was that a sign that the struggles of my soul were over and the wounds were healed? Was I ready to listen to new melodies? Was that key predestined to open the same door .
And after how many loves and sunrises how many cold and lonely nights beyond how many deaths our glances met each other at the very center of the waves over the centuries old waters.Alicia Ghiragossián 314 ONE AND A HALF MILLENNIA… or could it also open other unknown and secret doors for me? * One and a half millennia had passed before I found the key of my heart and at that instant you and I recognized each other. In an instance we restored and revived the old strings of belonging. Where was it? From which corner of history did time slide when you said: You my goddess will definitely be mine irreversibly correcting the handwriting of destiny. .
To be exact fifteen hundred and sixty long years.. Insomnia was surrounded by long hours visiting a tired mind to rearrange the images of love tides. * We created an amazing us. After one and a half millennia. Now we meet in an age of rockets so we can return together to our own cosmic city and live love with different hues at the permanent address of dreams. I was resurrected like Lazarus.. . . The kiss became newborn.And the wedding was consummated from full moon to sunrise.Alicia Ghiragossián 315 ONE AND A HALF MILLENNIA… And we pulled to the present the distant love that overwhelmed our beings... It seemed that the breath of existence started with us.
And love conquered the lights of all the mornings. Your words were pronounced with a new voice.Alicia Ghiragossián 316 ONE AND A HALF MILLENNIA… We created our own hours as a parenthesis and one by one your caresses were imprinted with new fingers over my skin. And there the alphabetically ordered volumes of emotion welcomed the insomnia breaking new light of the morning. Your glances were pregnant with sweetness and found their final place. * ur time of togetherness barely awaken O . * Those hours gave life to the storms of your soul to your first jealousy when you feared to lose that newly found passion that placed us on a timeless planet.
The memories of love are walking hand in hand with promises that are pronounced and unpronounced humanized and deified and anointed with intermissions since I am forced to choose one of the closed roads. We go back and forth in the pages until we reach our own page with minutes full of years where the permanent scents are mixed with the volatile ones endlessly renewed endlessly dying and reconstructing those uniquely singular clouds . * Us.Alicia Ghiragossián 317 ONE AND A HALF MILLENNIA… fell asleep like an innocent child and remained imprisoned in the perfect moment. Us. A huge fortress with secret passages. An old story without history.
Us. Pure yet sinful and pagan adoration. * The moment is blended with an eternity created by those melting hours grown within our embraces. * The essence of our love grows then thickens and fumes away to enter into the secluded hallways .Alicia Ghiragossián 318 ONE AND A HALF MILLENNIA… that do not bring rain because they are only pregnant with love. Then the moment goes away it escapes and we go with it up with the wind to determine the outlines of memory until you and I dressed in our need for each other return to an uncertain new encounter.
Alicia Ghiragossián 319 ONE AND A HALF MILLENNIA… of the soul and gets lost or perhaps simply hides from pain. * I . Then the heavens of love move beyond the prayer and the candle and thus in a permanent competition a new beyond of miracles comes to life. And the words of prayer are growing to transcend those heavens. Our love is incorporated within the heartbeat of my blood and has become mine totally. * don’t know if the power of my prayer is lighting my candle or the flame of my candle is creating my prayer. I can only feel that the miracle is happening in the heavens of love and the candle flame.
* I felt it. Without knowing you I felt you were looking for me and when I sensed the tremor of your heart I understood that for millenniums you had been waiting for me impatiently. Flight after flight I feel the transformation. Perhaps I’m sensing that coming from the unrevealed a new essence of love is being born. And I loved you in the same measure of your impatience.Alicia Ghiragossián 320 ONE AND A HALF MILLENNIA… Slice by slice I separate the waves of feeling the different stack of emotions born in a super-feeling inherited from the stars that practice magic. From the uncertain images of nothingness I created you when you decided to seduce me .
Alicia Ghiragossián 321 ONE AND A HALF MILLENNIA… and surrender.seven times by infinity. And I’m surprised. A whirlwind . * There is a fountain of truth and timelessness in the words you pronounce for me. It was a ritual of faith with levitating melodies and like an unfolding scroll we were invaded . I felt your love before it happened. * And delirium was baptized with another name when the impossible became a form of justice. The angel of christenings came down to return to me what I had forgotten. And they sound as if they have been said for the first time. There is a symphony of colors in the light you bring for me. Now I know.
Alicia Ghiragossián 322 ONE AND A HALF MILLENNIA… lifts up the hopes brushed aside and instead of snow hope drops down on earth so that my perfect loneliness can be shattered forever. * . The impossible brought to life a divine possible to open inside out the road of its own death. * T We join in ecstasy far from the world at the highest peak of the unreachable where tears vanish to open the way for a solid structure of the supreme insanity of love. * he possible was born in the depths of the impossible love with all the blossoms of belief branched out in a future where the pages are only turned by God.
* hen I embrace you you drop so much sweetness into the dimensions of my own self that time stops.Alicia Ghiragossián 323 ONE AND A HALF MILLENNIA… It was the first day of Creation when our waves held each other and my magnetic field melted in your arms. It was a soul-shake giving birth to tempests and for both of us it redesigned a new map of the heart. It seems that our love tumbling for centuries has arrived at the end of the millennium in a city where the streets are paved with clouds for us to slide on toward the first station of a new paradise. And everything vanishes around us dematerializes and a new heaven is created. In a simple city W .
Do I love you I . I believe we have inherited together from the oldest roots the hidden and sublime seed from where heights and ideals and this unorthodox inevitable love of ours were born. * P I embrace those scattered hours when I made mine your words. Can you understand why I remained silent? * ’m confused.Alicia Ghiragossián 324 ONE AND A HALF MILLENNIA… we are founding a whole kingdom. * erhaps as a prophesy it was written in my genes the intimacy with yours.you said to the untouchable domains of the old gods and beyond to the planet where you can even hear the words not yet pronounced. I adore you .
Alicia Ghiragossián 325 ONE AND A HALF MILLENNIA… or your love for me? Everything seems to start again from the beginning and the world meets with us for the first time. And in this naiveté how could we not be newborn sinless and sacred? How can I simply understand? * don’t know who are you to open the veins of my idolatry. I don’t understand which law imposes these outrageous palpitations of my heart and this torrent of longing that demolishes my own self. Where does it come from this human or rather superhuman love that invades me with tears when I miss you? And why do I feel like those women who loved madly those who built a monument for love: Semiramis and Juliet I .
And explain to me. Let’s keep this fairy tale for our next life.Alicia Ghiragossián 326 ONE AND A HALF MILLENNIA… and Ophelia. But who are you to make me feel I do not exist without you? Who? * Let’s forget I told you. This is not our century. Do you exist or did I just invent you? Tell me who are you that dared to promise a love till death. Let’s forget this senseless us. Tell me. Till death of death to create a new infinity? Till death of love? I’m afraid because that love is already a need for me an addiction that has conquered my entire self. What is a hundred years for those who have waited one and a half millennia? .
. * The time of farewell has arrived. Early in the morning I throw myself out to the streets . And all those islands were gathered in me as an Apocalypse of existence. * I wanted to travel to a faraway island but gazing into my eyes you were already back from all the islands reflecting a majestic revelation: that trips to anywhere are possible by a conduit of the soul that the splendor of life is enclosed in the ark of the mind.Alicia Ghiragossián 327 ONE AND A HALF MILLENNIA… We cannot forget you said. To forget is a sure death. Time stopped. And I believed you because I believe in life. And the fairy tale of love continued..
I just walk and it seems to me that the road is whispering good-byes and dividing itself into a faultless two. A misty future intercepts my way and a silent tear splits the soul.Alicia Ghiragossián 328 ONE AND A HALF MILLENNIA… of the sorcerer city carrying your phantom inside me. * We separated and the entire planet froze except that corner where you and I used to trespass absurd laws where the kiss was reborn with different hues and our skin melted inside the outlines to reach . A stubborn ocean enters at once where . The known landscape is constantly renewing itself under the breath of love.I know my nostalgia will permanently swim.
Your unusual words A . We cuddled and rocked there until we became a dream. * ll our moments together echo inside me. That corner of the planet will keep its warmth as both ends of our connection are blessed with magic. Yet you and I are sitting on the roof-garden of that distance and we keep lighting red candles which will never melt down. Your glances still roaming around my heart. * Distance is now dressed with a cold ocean over the T-shirt of desires. Distance has created volumes of memories. Your caresses printed on every cell of my skin.Alicia Ghiragossián 329 ONE AND A HALF MILLENNIA… the core of the soul in search of a soul mate.
A touch of clouds at your fingertips searching for mysteries and tenderness and spark.Alicia Ghiragossián 330 ONE AND A HALF MILLENNIA… launched like an arrow among the usual ones. And the shadow of my echo fuses with your shadows to complete the first design of resurrecting gods. How did it happen that you brought to my feet an army of cherubs to transform our encounter into a myth? What strength could shatter this old and solid fortress of mine to tear down my rooted disbelief? The heaven of your hands became alchemical and holding my hands took me to the place where horizons do not exist . Your orbit of love kneeling with veneration rituals of extraterrestrial orbits. * You had hands of heaven.
Your kisses conquered my bodiless self and slid in through my pores to touch my life its death and origins its age and eternity. Your way of loving took over the deadly solitude of my virginal nights and launched me to life like a rocket from the windows of this galaxy.Alicia Ghiragossián 331 ONE AND A HALF MILLENNIA… where the beginning and the end join where you and I can place the foundation of a new time. And we remained like that waiting together for the next radiation of the universe we attained. * our eyes crowned my boundless desires with intangible diamonds. * he moment of love deeply sculpted in me awakens Y T .
I suddenly notice that I cannot breathe without the presence of your image I . I remember. * take a deep breath and with the oxygen inhaled your image enters into my lungs. And a tear lands on my lips and I feel its salt evaporate. Through the haze of memories I relive the splendor of our encounters the strange passion that reminds me the historical essence of old empires pyramids and pantheons. And at that moment I can only pronounce your name.Alicia Ghiragossián 332 ONE AND A HALF MILLENNIA… with the colors of dream and a fully armed nostalgia invades my vulnerable self. The tear becomes sweet within the margins of my unsaid words.
* I was defeated or I conquered depending from which screen I observe from which podium I confess this unbridled tempest of being or vanishing of sinking or being saved. I love you so as to be in peace with my lungs and be able to breathe. * . And I don’t know if I am intoxicated by defeat or victory but I simply wait.Alicia Ghiragossián 333 ONE AND A HALF MILLENNIA… and the rhythm of life becomes distorted. I cut and throw away memories and moments then I miss them so much that I pick them up and squeeze them until all the rejections are silenced. I breathe so as to be in peace with the pounding of my heart and be able to love you.
Insomnia has planned to burn my eyes but under my eyelids . Lightning is condensed next to a thousand flights and impossible dreams that knock at my door with the anxiety of a lost traveler. I replay your words which tore down the thick wall of my defenses and heartbeat by heartbeat they insist in building a huge monument of longing. Your picture under my fingers made vanish those hours that only exist for others while we stay at the edge of a life unavoidably timeless.Alicia Ghiragossián 334 ONE AND A HALF MILLENNIA… With your picture in my hands and your voice in the circulation of my blood I’m caressing my desires. * It’s two o’clock three-thirty six.
Those memories grew to provoke explosions and became the entire me.Alicia Ghiragossián 335 ONE AND A HALF MILLENNIA… I find your picture imprinted. And I embrace you until the insomnia of tomorrow. * My brain is rewinding itself constantly to listen to your words. * You filled up my world with your love and memories were born before the farewell. I’m searching for your love on this side of the monologues of skin and soul and beyond those secrets of the universe I might never reach. With them I knead a special dough and send it to my heart to become bread and host of being because only the heart makes food for existence only through the heart is it possible to create a new bible of love .
.. * And every day when life’s routine is over silence deepens to inform me of your absence. Don’t go away. Coming from the abyss my tears visit me. And together my tears and I miss you deeply.you said But can I go away and say no to being when you exist for me? I do not dare to resign from my dreams and my source of life.. When you are not at my side the planet is emptied the entire world is deserted. And I invoke you elating voice bewitching entity my only love. It will destroy me .Alicia Ghiragossián 336 ONE AND A HALF MILLENNIA… to chain in the soul like the thousand and one nights of the being.
*** L . Ambrosia of the gods coming from the dreams dripping inside us to announce that only the heart is the supreme leader that laws are changed and the first page of unedited stories is being opened to register those essences needed to be baptized again.Alicia Ghiragossián 337 ONE AND A HALF MILLENNIA… Because of this addiction my brain my heart and my soul have made a pact with your words. Existence where the tear is not a liquid anymore but a slice of soul that falls in pain or joy. Love. Blessed cloud to fly on. Where the miracle of being comes from the us where you can build a time escaped from a calendar that only allows the registration of an immortal time. * ove.
* …Your tears have joined mine to wet my lips when I prayed… And I have your image in my palms covering the scars of old nails.IMMORTALS Your absence . . * So many pieces of your soul vibrating at a higher frequency became the voices of freedom.dear Bill is a conspiracy of destiny to condense all the tears that cannot fall and remain permanently attached to eyelashes framing the vacuum created by your departure.
a craft or a life mission. Messages are a means of discovering truth and learning. . Plato rightly said that true artists. They were immortals. It is also a manner to thank them. from the dimension of the gods. be through acquired information or through emotional experiences. inspired and grow with enlightenment. The idea of this book was born from that curiosity. This is my way to express my admiration of an art. I wished I knew who were those that Shakespeare admired. When we love. and the need to write about them was overpowering. It would take volumes to include all of them and a few hundred years. nourished. although I wrote only for a handful of them. there is a process of enlightenment in our conscience. learning and deepening. from beyond the stars. because we come in touch with eternity. enriched. Life is a constant process of absorption. a feeling of curiosity invaded me. we are always convinced it’s forever. After I collected a good number of poems to become a book. I gave them a name: Beyond the Stars. for me. they are connected with the Source. The title came to me because I felt that the energy and messages I had received had a seal of permanence. I felt identified with the messengers I encountered in my life in a symbiotic relationship. with every information we receive consciously or unconsciously. We are moved. as if they were connected with that point of the universe that surpasses temporary life. Innumerable people contribute to our growth or give us pleasure. those who inspired him in some way. creators and saints are the messengers of God. as if they were imposed from above. I wish I could. When we grow.Alicia Ghiragossián 339 IMMORTALS INTRODUCTION Several years ago.
California. and it was divided into two volumes: Immortals and Gallery of Lights. I included in this work the first volume. so that attracted by that beauty. 2010 . the Higher Powers of the Universe can join us on earth. and add a grain of beauty to the domain of existence. since the second is still in progress. since the concept of light triggers that of limelights. and enlightenment through growth. the book took on a life of its own. We can share with them our human emotions and earthly joys. I hope these poems register in time and space. Alicia Ghiragossián Glendale.Alicia Ghiragossián 340 IMMORTALS And that is what I experienced: eternity through love. Later on. and they can share with us the divine secrets of the gods. Dr.
One by one ghosts paraded . When was it that you left? The saddest city was no longer Venice but my lonely heart.Alicia Ghiragossián 341 IMMORTALS To Charles AZNAVOUR When was it? How many decades ago was I wondering in ecstasy through the canals of Venice to share the sadness over a departed love? I had traveled for miles on your voice my companion for years my propeller of dreams ‘when time was young. * To Jorge Luis BORGES Dear Jorge Luis: you started your trip and all the suns greeted you to interrupt mist.’ A classic picture .you kissing my hand – was imprinted on the thin air of Buenos Aires.
Alicia Ghiragossián 342 IMMORTALS to discover the mysteries of the aleph and the cosmic mirrors reflected your words. Please believe me. You closed your eyes already closed to really see with the multiplied vision of the soul. The pronounced ones. The new world opened its doors and space became yours. Some new discoveries yet people continue living in small dimensions . What kind of enigmas are you shuffling in the deck of your destiny? Through which pink street corners you slide to enter the labyrinths you sketched in black and white? Here on earth nothing has changed. I saw how a cloud of cherubs took you high where there are no more winds where white canes vanish and you don’t need wings to fly. The written ones The thought ones.
Now everything has a label with a price nobility is still a fugitive the buying and selling of everything has prospered the dollar is losing power and the cost of friendship has gone up to the clouds.just as in past centuries – perhaps packaging with more elegance the concentrated pills of selfishness and the total destruction of love. Your world is so much better…. Well… perhaps time will decipher those celestial messages. I leave rolling my nostalgia in a poem which I intend to read for you one of these afternoons . You can even read the books not written yet sing all the tangos the old and the coming ones and talk equal to equal with dreams. Although I don’t understand why you kissed me on the cheek. Now is farewell time. Oh! And speaking about dreams thanks for your visit.Alicia Ghiragossián 343 IMMORTALS .
.Alicia Ghiragossián 344 IMMORTALS when you feel like drinking a “mate. I felt alive with your music and my heart danced on the softest clouds and fell in love with love with the hope to find the one to place my dreams in my own hands.which dissolves good-byes and I whisper to you: See you soon – genius see you soon.”* Now I lock your image in my magic box . You took me there * Argentine tea-like beverage. * To Frederic CHOPIN I have been flying with your wings to be able to feel your every note every sound born in the deepest consciousness of romance.
I have inherited the injustices you suffered . And like you I have rejected hypocrisy and the merchants of the soul. * To Jesus CHRIST You have been tortured during your life and even after it.nobody is a prophet in their own land and your tears have joined mine to wet my lips when I prayed. I have forgiven as much as I could. All precious and secret keys to own true joy and rise above the small world.Alicia Ghiragossián 345 IMMORTALS where life never knows of death. I have been on my knees . You have been misunderstood for two thousand years in your teachings of love of sowing what we want to reap your messages of oneness humility and moral.
Who can say you are only in heaven when you trespass my innermost worlds and you dwell in my heart? * To His Holiness The 14th DALAI LAMA Is it veneration meditation . And I have your image in my palms covering the scars of old nails. I have absorbed your godly knowledge about the rules of the universe and I have experienced the power of your blessing radiating all over me when you visited me on my dream. You touched my head while I was kissing the edge of your white robe.Alicia Ghiragossián 346 IMMORTALS at the Golgotha sharing your pain and weeping with your mother. I have opened my arms and felt crucified for loving too much.
You made me bow before your greatness until my tears announced the ritual of purification. And you appeared without asking a question…. …Because you are chosen and sent to sprinkle light on our roads. Refiner of feelings I am elated by your spirit when you seed in us your wisdom those particles of infinity that open wide the welcoming gates . …Because you perceive beyond words. Always radiating truth. But haven’t I? I haven’t hold your hand yet you have held mine as the ultimate expression of depth and understanding.Alicia Ghiragossián 347 IMMORTALS or just a prayer condensed in my heart? What is this presence of sanctity that can rise me to my essence? What is inviting me to burn all the candles of love? I haven’t met you.
Alicia Ghiragossián 348 IMMORTALS of heaven. * . You are the Master of timeless knowledge. The dreams of your canvas became alive and you created new miracles. Master of the brush we salute your genius filtered through your shapes and colors outlining your superb art. * To Salvador DALI Madness rised to philosophy and reached to the bottom of the ocean so we can discover a different time on melted clocks and the presence of a praying saint in the flame of a candle. And I see the gods of creation shaking your hand.
. Tragedy enwombs the sweetest memories to remind us of an immeasurable loss. And it so happened that from a walking angel you became a soaring one to assume the space reserved for those who never die to enter the dimensions of a different glory untouched… profound…. Princess of warmth.Alicia Ghiragossián 349 IMMORTALS To Princess DIANA Sadness never had a tear loaded with so many lit candles with so much grief. Archangel of pain and love. You are gone to be closer to us to show how compassion can be a healing bond how suffering can be shared to make our path a cleaner one.
And as much as you exist . Now your essence has spread throughout the universe to shower our feelings with the most precious moments enveloped with smiles tenderness and understanding.Alicia Ghiragossián 350 IMMORTALS Even in your last instant you went through the Arch of Triumph on earth while innumerable arches made by all the rainbows of time where waiting for you in heaven to hold the roses of other galaxies and build a new throne with the gold threads of all our prayers. In that throne you will have all the love you were denied on earth and your tears will transcend their substance to become the ultimate fountain of life.
* To Hrant DINK* You were a soldier of ideals a transparent dove in a message of peace. Diana.Alicia Ghiragossián 351 IMMORTALS in the timeless domain of the beyond you belong with us in that kingdom where pounding emotions will spell your name with celestial sounds and the rhythm of the purest hearts. Queen of queens. And you became the complete army of the Armenian struggle a speech of all the rights engraved in the cement of time. A new christening of the sun sculpted on all the crowns to remind us the true nature of power. You. You. . Beauty of truth. for writing about the Armenian genocide. *Armenian journalist assassinated in Turkey.
Your departure was not death but national life. . Who can weigh your tears and measure the oxygen in your lungs enveloped in panic or your dark omen which goes on palpitating parallel to the universe? But did you really leave? Can we say you are silent just because a Turkish bullet cut off your free speech? Now you talk louder and you still walk with us next to our aims as a powerful spirit holding our hands.Alicia Ghiragossián 352 IMMORTALS You became a new genocide and with the power of the Ararát you grew in our souls to install the radiation of hope. It was injected as a seed of awareness in the new generation to announce the world the Armenian existence and the root of its dreams.
I heard you to hear you over and over and be transported through your voice. * To Placido DOMINGO I heard your voice and a symphony of brilliance and refined art registered in my heart. You … the leader. I heard your suffering Othello and all the pain in the world all the tears became mine. And you… You became our flag. …And we all became Hrant Dink. * .Alicia Ghiragossián 353 IMMORTALS Your immortality became alive designed by God. We became Hrant Dink.
To Mahatma GANDHI
Like a praying saint walking on water like a generator of peace radiating light your presence of love and wisdom carried the power designated by the gods. You brought a new revolution into the sense of revolution imprinting on it your endless tolerance your infinite patience. So many of your tears became a flag. So many pieces of your soul vibrating at a higher frequency became the voices of freedom. You broke the heavy chains of your people with peaceful disobedience and taught us all a different kind of strength. Your glance - as an angel of truth resonates in my heart. I open the substance of my dreamy self and it seems to me that we have met sometime on the edge
of my fantasy. Let me hug you for the sake of hugging purity and ideals so I can feel my own wings growing. *
To Juana de IBARBOUROU
You taught me the art of dreaming when you grew roses in your hands right there where your lover had kissed them. And you took me with you to the madness of love when no one understood how the lips of a lover can make miracles happen. You paved my road to sublime poetry and here I am lost and found in my dreams. *
To Martin Luther KING Jr.
You had a dream. In complicity with the compassion of the universe in alliance with sufferers understanding brotherhood and oneness joining all the saints all the poets all the souls who know about dreams. You dreamt and we learned…. The entire world learned that no skin color makes a difference in a soul. That God is in all of us. We learned to have dreams. An expensive lesson paid by your sweat and your tears paid with your own life to go on living in our history. Perhaps now you are talking with the Lord and making new plans for the future embracing the planet with the power of your words and embracing every being in search of justice freedom and peace.
I know you know but let me declare aloud that you are with us and will always be as long as dreams exist. *
To Nelson MANDELA
Your spirit illuminates with a different kind of glow only sensed by those who know the secrets of a heart and you ignite those souls who wish to tie heaven and earth in one knot. I see you only through the magic of a screen and yet you touch me and touch me deep. So with all my reverence when I salute you - master of destiny I know I’m saluting greatness. *
To Michael MOORE
Prince of Light. I cherish your humor
enclosing the passion of a bleeding heart wounded by injustice lies and cruelty. Your humor…. A blend of sacred rights to deeply convey a message. Your humor… Born from love and compassion breathing above and beyond them to force evil powers mighty dollars government and press to shrink to death. Your humor… Triumph of the spirit over the deadly bacteria of interest. A fountain of clean water to perform miracles for it changes those who drink it to reconstruct a forgotten hope and transform the self. Your humor… Deafening sound of thoughts. Overwhelming truth of feelings. Shocking amount of courage building the pedestal of a hero. Your humor and message… Courageous.
Chaplinesque. Radiation of blessings for minds and souls that believe in the victory of a Supreme Equalizer. I salute them with a smile still holding my tear. And many tears like mine tears of pain and understanding will rise with pride the foundation of history to imprint on it the essence of truth. *
To Luciano PAVAROTTI
Heaven had a new harmony outlined with the vibration of your voice where lost moments find themselves on the road of existence and light adds new colors to the rainbow. Sing for me so splendor can reach a new constellation.
To Eva PERON
I owe you eternities powerful muse of the forgotten for you exalt my inspiration. You taught me to ignore the ugly to look ahead and validate my dreams. I evoke you - mentor of idols – to practice deity renew the unrestrained and find a secret paradise where I can condense my passions dissolve the impossible and make magic happen. I am in debt to you. *
To Astor PIAZZOLLA
Come up! Fly with us! I don’t know from where I’m listening to a tango full of nostalgia that keeps repeating the sweet invitation.
I take the first memory and fly from Los Angeles to fall into your arms music of Buenos Aires. I find my seat in the balcony of a cloud and watch the dreams hanging from a tango shedding tears with each note. At the stage in Caminito the curtains raise and there is Piazzolla playing a tango. All the madmen of the world intoxicated with love step up the stage and hug the maestro. And I hear again the song: Come up! Fly with us - poet of dreams – and sing with us your love. You need to cure your nostalgia. Come up! Fly with us! They are right. It’s time to get lost in the clouds of Buenos Aires chanting with Piazzolla’s madmen my poems of love. *
To Pablo PICASSO
This is a different journey to that angle of your canvas where I can find the promised truth hidden among transparent cubes. I am traveling through your strokes of color to hear the message of the masked unknown enveloped in a cosmic music and I can fly in each note to discover your final answers. I am living the passion spread in your Guernica and I travel through its spaces to be the here and now of an essential being. Through you I am the omen of creation. *
To William SAROYAN
Your absence - dear Bill is a conspiracy of destiny to condense all the tears that cannot fall and remain permanently attached
to eyelashes framing the vacuum created by your departure. Your heart full of the beautiful people stopped hiding in its folds all the warmth of creation. You left to crystallize your existence. Death is for those who never existed. You left but you are with me now and I hear your voice telling me: You are your only friend. And I’m sure you took with you all the loneliness you shared with yourself all the sadness you could not share. You left to leave us the splendor of your thoughts crafted with the humor of your unmatched being. Today your pedestal is made out of that same depth and essence of your memories and your legacy and your manuscripts
scattered in your old room missing you as we do. I see you standing on that tall pedestal as the hero of truth as my hero. Now give me a never-ending hug. I don’t want you to see me crying. Hug me until the moment we meet again in that reserved blessed corner of the beyond where dreamers are allowed to dream. You will tell me then a new story and I will write another poem for you. *
To Alfonsina STORNI
Give me your hand – Alfonsina. The salty echo of the ocean is waiting for us to enter a different nothingness and share the diluted tears of silence.
Give me your hand – Alfonsina to fly embrace the ocean and evaporate to compose together the symphony of a poem. Let’s go in search of truth to the last corner of memories where sharing solitude is a privilege of the gods. * To Mother TERESA You closed your eyes after giving a new dimension to kindness to love after stretching your arms .Alicia Ghiragossián 365 IMMORTALS Give me your hand and let’s escape in slow motion to build poems from the future. Let’s leave this world of numbers and colorless life and let’s lose ourselves to enter essence.
.Alicia Ghiragossián 366 IMMORTALS beyond your own body to touch a sufferer to soothe a wounded soul. They called you Mother because a heart in pain always came first because you were there for every need. You .miracle maker had a vision and guided your faith to accomplish your dream which was our dream to imprint a difference to restore a weakened peace to seed a never-ending love. You closed your eyes to grow wings of cherubs so they would take you sooner to mitigate hunger and ease agony as if your mission would never be over as if you would not be allowed to rest. So small yet so strong and determined. Your boundless energy moved mountains to shape the indifference of men and you gathered the hands of the world to build a new sunrise.
You closed your eyes .I know to design a new task to reach a new heaven to defeat all death. *** .Alicia Ghiragossián 367 IMMORTALS Now you are traveling up and up beyond the clouds with the chant of angels until you become light and return particle by particle to fill with tenderness all the corners of grief. …And that is how saints are born.
BEYOND MEMORIES You are the arrow that breaks through my darkness with a thousand candles and crowns me with a diadem of light… * That sculpture is a simple crumb of the truth because it cannot grasp the texture of my soul and it does not know of emotions. .
* Your presence injected wings into my old desires pressed down . You added new palpitations to my heart. Your love was that essential engine to helium-fill my heart so as to fly with all the colorful kites until it rests on a cloud to be surrounded with the sweet confusion of the newly born.Alicia Ghiragossián 369 BEYOND MEMORIES Of love You appeared from nowhere or perhaps from the higher scribbling of God to start an us so much awaited. You are the magic axe breaking suddenly the hardened routine that covers the walls of my room that controls the hands of time disintegrating my ivory tower.
* AT THE EGYPTIAN MUSEUM Mystical encounter near the tombs of past glories. You just appeared to provoke the exodus of darkness and recreate the radiance of life. Poetical dialogue through the waves of silence where you and I were searching for souls. We both felt the presence . On a clear day the prelude of the softest melody was broadcast from your heart to nourish my need to filter light into my loneliness now cushioned by your smile waving farewell to my anguish. We both knew the secret of feelings unrevealed.Alicia Ghiragossián 370 BEYOND MEMORIES to the domains of forgetfulness.
Perfection is a mirage an illusion.Alicia Ghiragossián 371 BEYOND MEMORIES of eternal instants. * Do not lie to me. Do not pronounce the right words. I might fantasize with them. We knew the intensity of belonging to each other with just glancing and escaping in a diagram of fantasy. But what if this is the divine verdict of destiny? What if it is . I could be devoured by the flames of the impossible and I could see my unbreakable dreams shattered. Isn’t it strange? I embraced you with my eyes filling our space with the fragrance of the pharaohs and yet you vanished in the crowd. And I will never know your name.
Give me your hand. A sanctuary of feelings never felt before a height of heights to lift the curtains of heaven and join the beyond to be evaporated in the glance of the eternal. . Bring me back to earth. Up and up in the spiral connected with miracles I completely vanish I disappear from myself to become us.Alicia Ghiragossián 372 BEYOND MEMORIES my true my last love? How can I then face the fear of losing it? How can I go again through the unbearable agony of dying? * Pleasure and grief are resurrecting from my hours leaving an empty time in the senseless movement of my watch pretending there is a presence. A melted icon of purity and joy.
Let them fly toward me to design the motion of my wings. No.Alicia Ghiragossián 373 BEYOND MEMORIES Tell me you are made of flesh and blood. Do not even dare. * Y Last love. * ou have angels in your eyes. No. . Relic leaning on a whole life. With what eyes should I look at you that I have not looked? With what words should I cuddle you that I have not pronounced? With what tear should I purify myself that I have not shed? I do not know if I should be completely new to offer myself as the innocent virgin or the time condensing old wine to intoxicate you with just a sip.
.Alicia Ghiragossián 374 BEYOND MEMORIES * You are the arrow that breaks through my darkness with a thousand candles and crowns me with a diadem of light to become the thrilling moment of my history.. The very last love. The last. * close my eyes and I see you at the airport with that sad look overcoming your body and telling me good-bye in silence. I close my eyes and I see that smile of yours spread I . I close my eyes and again I am face to face with your eyes when you were confessing you owed me the deepest hours the happiest days of your life.
Your memories are with me. Your smile can light up my complete world. * ou are far away and no one is so close to me dwelling in all the corners of my real self from the unseen folds to the circulation of my blood that carries your name. I close my eyes and true life is renewed in myself.Alicia Ghiragossián 375 BEYOND MEMORIES all over your face and I hold it strong so it does not vanish from my mind. Misty pictures of a forest witnessing a long awaited hug or a tender-shy kiss. * don’t feel lonely. There is a huge ocean between us but you are not even a heartbeat away from me. Y I .
Alicia Ghiragossián 376 BEYOND MEMORIES Now I am with you and I am able to face again the days to come to restore the broken faith and return to forgotten dreams. My life-giving memories are with me. There you were again invading my being. I cannot live without you. * You told me five words and decorated with roses the walls of my future. And I followed my tears to the underground of emotions. Protect me. * Hold me tight. I am invaded . You softly murdered my past to uncover the beauty of love.
Alicia Ghiragossián 377 BEYOND MEMORIES by your love. so we can walk on water soar above the clouds fly to heaven and share with angels the melodies of harps. I feel it bursting in each particle of my being and I’m afraid. So unrecognizably unique. So weakening to make me vulnerable yet powerful enough to move the world. Sweet yet maddening. I’m holding a perfect moment: the immeasurable privilege of the gods. Afraid of losing touch with reality and being sunken in magic. Hold me tight because then I’m hugging my dream I’m touching essence and light and love itself. Soft yet passionate. Hold me tight . Hold me tight.
* M Please do not talk to me. Chemistry. Hold me tight. . We never ever made love. Did we make love? If I can say good-bye and lock myself out believe me.. You trampled over my wounds. Passion. My feelings are battered. Hold me tight my love. Attraction. *** Of deception agnetism. Let us trap this feeling and travel with it to the deepest vibrations of heaven and earth..Alicia Ghiragossián 378 BEYOND MEMORIES so no atom of love can exercise its wings and fly away.
the old love needed light but it was plugged to the wrong switch.Alicia Ghiragossián 379 BEYOND MEMORIES And I have pushed you out of my orbit. * The wine is ready. I am free to be trapped by sadness and pain. * I Webs. . The whole structure was electrocuted by dis-love. The webs are still alive. Webs all around. * am free in between two coins pressed to each other. I want to close my eyes fly out of my body and ignore the world. Sweet dizziness can make me forget the frequency of the heartbeats laden with ashes.
my dear that love is the genius of existence that the opposite of love is simply death. It became money fever and knocked at the doors of heartless courts so they could endorse . And playing this game of life and death the limitless had a limit within you which created an incurable plague of poison.Alicia Ghiragossián 380 BEYOND MEMORIES * DIVORCE And your immature love grew into denial and choked its own roots to become a monster. I had told you . It became a cancer and ruthlessly pulverized promise and hope child and future. I do not know when and how that poison controlled our space and destroyed our plastic American dream.
But what judge can determine the price of my sweat my struggle my insomnia my tears? What judge can compensate the ruins in my child’s soul where the word trust is pronounced with sarcasm? What court can weigh the rights of a heart beyond the exhibits? Love is a drug that blinds. But… what a pity what a sorrowful shame that life slid in abundance for nothing that the grimace of destiny is opening new furrows in the depths of my wounds .Alicia Ghiragossián 381 BEYOND MEMORIES your cold demands. So I could not detect the Judas hidden under an angel’s face. Today stricken by punishments undeserved the eyes that were once sightless and naive are exposed to see an avalanche of pain a decay of truth.
I lost my sense of flying on the Pegasus of love and all the wings on earth remind me of death. * e complicated? No – my dear. I am simply profound. And I don’t even know if bleeding will release my pain or will just take my lonely self to its end. I want to transcend this anguish escape from my heart tired and crushed. And it happens that being on the very surface of emotions you become lost in my depth.Alicia Ghiragossián 382 BEYOND MEMORIES and registering in them a bitter memory an endless agony which permanently age but never die. M . * The horses of my carrousel are cracked falling down.
Keep your distance from me. You never knew that life was the suffering field of a poet in chains who for long years . Awareness became light saved me against your darkness… and your old charm suddenly rusted. *** Of moods Over the running of time something fell to a misty place entangled in memory nourished by tragedy.Alicia Ghiragossián 383 BEYOND MEMORIES * As charming as Satan can be… as seductive as power… your words were still sounding in my mind when I took charge of my vulnerable self and I pulverized those words syllable by syllable.
Alicia Ghiragossián 384 BEYOND MEMORIES struggled for freedom but was crushed by hatred. It took long very long years for the tear to be dried for the wounds to be healed and the mad withdrawal of the poet to have an end. But is it truly ended . Irreplaceable poems gone. Poison was the decaying element of an existence and death was born through a divorce where everything was burned with no return. And the mind of the poet was also lost in the towering fever of sub-men roaming with sorrow grief and anguish through the dark roads of destiny. Letters born in the heart designs of the soul the sacred peace of my child all gone.
Over and over again we are bewitched by dream-dust and hit by reality walking with loads of sorrows into the footsteps of hope to touch the fantasies of the soul to disintegrate mountains and shape the granite until the sculpture inside touches perfection. Over and over the elixir of truth is born in love. * ver and over again euphoria and depression building up the carrousel of time where minutes hide vulnerably in the folds of a strong wish. O .Alicia Ghiragossián 385 BEYOND MEMORIES when the doors of the world do not want to open? Perhaps just a smile a single invisible smile might open those doors to inaugurate a new kind of light and bring all the stars to a new light.
Within that magic love is spelled with the essence L . I wish to select the best pictures of my memory and travel with them to that cloud where the self finds its freedom crowned with the music of angels. Let me have one drop of ambrosia in paradise exquisite sensual to intoxicate my heart and start a page where dreams are empowered to become true. Where hope is not a word but destiny itself and a different sun can generate the magic of life.Alicia Ghiragossián 386 BEYOND MEMORIES * et me drink today the wine blessed in thousands of ritual altars to untie the strings of my faith.
I keep detailing myself in this endless learning . That is why my escapes are inwards to polish without contaminations the true sculpture of the being. It is only an image radiated from other images as those of life born in the absurdities that constantly sabotage existence.Alicia Ghiragossián 387 BEYOND MEMORIES of spirits. *** Of thoughts SCULPTURE The sculpture of my face does not exist. It is just a mirage of the sculpture locked within me and refracted in a glance absent of glances. …And the biblical drink becomes the secret key to open the pages of a new calendar.
That sculpture is a simple crumb of the truth because it cannot grasp the texture of my soul and it does not know of emotions. . Food for sale clothes witchcraft sex death and why not awards and titles.Alicia Ghiragossián 388 BEYOND MEMORIES that monopolizes the time of my wakefulness discovering a wisdom and perhaps storing it on the back of the pages which probably will be forgotten or ignored each time my vulnerable self gets wounded every time I face a betrayal and a tear announces deception and pain. * ADVERTISEMENT Houses for sale cars ideas money.
Do you actually know who you are? *** Of life and death NEWBORN SHUSHI I look at you and perceive the miniature frame of your universe where new means tenderness hope light. . * LESSER MAN You measure heaven with the palm of your hand and you scatter ashes on your already blind soul.Alicia Ghiragossián 389 BEYOND MEMORIES We can read it in the classified ads. We can also find for sale all sizes of hypocrisy. Some sort of truth. And the naive buyers really believe they are buying some sort of value.
Alicia Ghiragossián 390 BEYOND MEMORIES I look at you -hazy beauty of transparencyand say a renewed hello to my race. You enchantment of nature will be handed to nature. And we will send you with our heartbeats roses white lilies carnations all the flowers of the world. The light of all candles. Today you are departing with closed eyes and broken breath. * ANI CROSSING THE THRESHOLD Adorable never-ending inspiration. The prayers of all languages. For dust thou art and unto dust shall thou return. You are departing from us but only through matter. You will be in our thoughts .
* .Alicia Ghiragossián 391 BEYOND MEMORIES to renew life and your smile will return imprinted on heart shaped clouds crowned with rainbows. With those prayers we will send you our endless love. You will come back to guard your loved ones to share emotions and tears or deliver hope through dreams so you can fill up some of the emptiness you left. May your soul be in eternal light. Hand in hand with angels you will frame the arched door that opens toward heaven and from where the most pure prayers will pass through. May your soul be in eternal peace.
So many times we missed each other. Now there are no more reencounters.Alicia Ghiragossián 392 BEYOND MEMORIES TO IGOR ALEXANIAN So many times we said goodbye to each other at the airport. After your sudden sunset something is missing . As unforgettable as your existence. As unforgettable as our dancing together with his voice. Perhaps now you are learning how to follow your heart and how to ignore senseless rules of the earth so you can hold tight that happiness which always slid through your fingers. Now you can tell Ray Charles in person how much life his music gave you how much his Georgia linked you with me with an unforgettable seal.
You recognized like no one the fabric of my essence.Alicia Ghiragossián 393 BEYOND MEMORIES from my life: your clear smile your closeness to my own hopes our long talks up to the horizon of destiny… Nothing and no one can substitute the sweetness of your presence the purity of your principles the humanity of your heart. Let me now dry my tears . No one will share like you did the measure of my dreams and understand my travels to unknown dimensions to search for new images to imprint in a poem to escape the gravity of a world that didn’t understand me. And I don’t know how to handle this painful emptiness this wound this loss the fingerprints of your friendship. But you did. This is the last goodbye until we meet again in that wide space called home.
Receive in peace all the flowers of my soul. *** .Alicia Ghiragossián 394 BEYOND MEMORIES while I invent a new kind of hug for an old kind of love. Farewell my dear Igor.
BEYOND THE WORD MEDITATION Today my face is not reflected in the mirrors. * If those who are dead would die within us we would not be so lonely. …God was barefoot.. .. I cannot fly. * . …And I rearranged my bedroom.And God entered my bedroom without slippers engraving the message with divine footprints.
or help someone link with the unspoken beauties of the universe. For a creator. Words and their combinations. words can have unorthodox destinations and fates. the micro and the macro-cosmos. forms. to special energies. We can relate to things which we cannot see nor touch because we feel them as a unique and non-transferable experience. Known thoughts. and everything that science eventually ends up agreeing with. If my work can open a door. to be able to encounter the mysteries of the universe. plant a seed. and we artists and writers are involved in it. channeling. not only to dictionary meanings. We can travel on a Quantum of light. We believe in meditation. Dr. we travel deep into the inner landscape of the soul (both of people and things). can become a spiritual nourishment if we sense the energy they carry and visualize their strength. They can enter. as well. and we are projected to both.Alicia Ghiragossián 396 BEYOND THE WORD MEDITATION INTRODUCTION A New Age is born. Alicia Ghiragossián Glendale. are beyond a bi-dimension. especially rare metaphors. wholistic healing. We believe in the power of words and their connection. where the movement of atoms is registered. they enter a dimension that transcends known boundaries. California . reincarnation. images or colors. Through words. We are on a different wavelength and frequency. feelings. into new dimensions and create new realities. they are metadimensional. I will feel my effort justified. but beyond. like those of the mantras.
I brushed my hair to remove the echo of meaningless words and deafening chatter. * . I pulled off my heels I hung my dress on the hanger I hung my smile on the dress and I brushed off the heavy atmosphere of titles positions hypocrisy the vacuum of small people. I washed my face to be in touch with nature to erase the evening and to forget the time of a foolish waste of life.Alicia Ghiragossián 397 BEYOND THE WORD MEDITATION Solitude I returned from the dinner dance tired exhausted. I wiped away my worn out make-up and with it I cleaned all the acting all the pretending.
I cannot fly. I am in a cage. * From now on nobody will know about the leaves that wave goodbye and fall inside me that the roots of my twilighted tree are exhausted ready to dissolve from anguish. I cannot move yet I can see people willing to steal my shattered life and pull it shrink it dissect it torture it and spread it to the world mixed with their favorite gossip. Today without my wings I am not.Alicia Ghiragossián 398 BEYOND THE WORD MEDITATION Today my face is not reflected in the mirrors. I am tired of the deafness .
* . No one will know. If those who are alive would live within us we would not be so lonely. * S If those who are dead would die within us we would not be so lonely. I could not find on earth what I found beyond. We sketch our own solitude and we end up loving it.Alicia Ghiragossián 399 BEYOND THE WORD MEDITATION of this robotic mankind and I am ready to leave. Forgotten entities eager to be nourished by any naked truth. * olitude is like reasoning nothingness. Souls without masks. Getting lost in its vacuum we find the chosen presence.
God already knew my soul and could recognize the scars from hurricanes on my back. We became friends at a glance. …And God was barefoot.for the moment entering quietly. nd God entered my bedroom without slippers engraving the message with divine footprints. * A Who might wish to be my brother to place a semicolon in my palpitations to attend the unbridling of my nostalgia and to warm up the cruelty of my winters? * oday I can sense a new silence T . And He wished to make justice in secret .Alicia Ghiragossián 400 BEYOND THE WORD MEDITATION . Without a whisper. …And I rearranged my bedroom...
* My will is open now. A few books. A handful of loneliness. I have no legacy. Some pictures printed in the memory of time that might fade without me. * I believe the waves of daybreak will have the strength to build my sea. How small how silent my dowry is. Some thoughts. But they don’t even suspect they can remind you of your lack of love your absence of life. You cherish your fans with a long distance love and continue the daily struggle.Alicia Ghiragossián 401 BEYOND THE WORD MEDITATION which smiles at all the used silences on earth. . * Fame and loneliness go hand in hand.
And between light and dark just nothingness or perhaps the memory of our being until the first ray of sunrise announces the ghost of the beginning. *** Peace We pay a high price for the peace of each morning. When darkness starts we rescue the enigma of existence and we become inheritors of the abstract.Alicia Ghiragossián 402 BEYOND THE WORD MEDITATION I wish I had been chosen to leave something different. Something to justify myself. Something to cheat death. When the sun breaks we pursue some bread which is not nourishment but a way to confess weakness. .
It has crossed the world looking for a log to burn yet it has returned with dense eyes swallowing nothingness. We travel with those waves until we discover a door and we ring the bell of heaven to ask for God. At that moment we could tune into the waves of the encounter. * eace shivers in cold. Peace is frozen disarticulated indigent P . * Serenity lands on the grass and a tear full of distance dies before it is born.Alicia Ghiragossián 403 BEYOND THE WORD MEDITATION * We have seen harmony going from life to dreams and from dreams to words mounted on an image.
. * Lies and corruption war and destruction are the faces that remain when peace is gone. Peace has lost its own peace. Homeless faces covered with earthly powers . We need to rebel. Peace and tragedy join where we join. Like Adam and Eve they are thrown out from Paradise.minefields of the soul. * We walk without contentment when the eyes of the soul are sightless and those who eat judge others who eat.Alicia Ghiragossián 404 BEYOND THE WORD MEDITATION and has lost its awareness of being. Faces which do not have a place in heaven. Lost faces seduced by the masters of darkness who can only feed emotional poison.
* Peace is the key to open those precious gates of heaven to find the wisdom of life . There is always an end to rediscover our own image. And there is always a beginning. Spiritual hosts are laden with the tears of the world and birds escape with their entangled plumes to drip their freedom and redesign the choreographies of broken flights. * When death promises peace dreams open within the depths of conscience.Alicia Ghiragossián 405 BEYOND THE WORD MEDITATION We need the original truth born from the womb of innocence to find our promised land our place in heaven and go back to our origins to repossess serenity.
* QUANTUM I think about the essence of Peace and Harmony and find myself traveling in the space of my brain toward a different galaxy to seek the secret passage of the sidereal orbits.Alicia Ghiragossián 406 BEYOND THE WORD MEDITATION to touch the only true power made of love so we can reach our dreams and dance with the stars. Endless questions surround me. Where does it go the tear that starts in the absence of peace and doesn’t get born while the neurotransmitters travel like machine-gun shooting bullets of pain? Is peace an illusion? And why do we call a dream that gives us life an illusion? How is it possible that something non-existent has the power to generate that which is real and existent? And what is reality if not a shapeless cloud .
I see it. I know my dreams wrapped in the magical fabric of faith engender life. I touch it.Alicia Ghiragossián 407 BEYOND THE WORD MEDITATION building an entire world from within? I dream about Love and Harmony. I place that life under the microscope of the conscience and a whole world full of thoughts and encountered emotions appears working like an engine to invent the hologram of that which will come. I condense my sensations in words and compose a poem with the symphony of palpitations and while I am writing the poem . Dreaming about Love and Harmony I create Love and Harmony. I breathe it. My pulse accelerates facing the design of my interior. It’s my creation.
And where do those gods go? How far does the growth of the unlimited reach…? While I search for the responses I lose awareness of time and I later observe that every time I abandon the illusory value of the clock . . Frame by frame the movie of my life is being shot while the Higher Powers of the universe affirm their existence in those very frames and grow toward the most unreachable places to spread the message of peace I intend to convey. Each intention each word come back to me to be engraved in some subatomic station of my being.Alicia Ghiragossián 408 BEYOND THE WORD MEDITATION I can feel that the poem is composing me.which announces the irrelevance of hours I am tuning into a genuine existence.
Alicia Ghiragossián 409 BEYOND THE WORD MEDITATION Forgetting about time we truly live. Life. For a word and for silence. Possibilities of new impressions on our neurons which every second redefine love peace forgiveness innocence . I know – though – that in the precise moment I look straight into the eyes of love to touch peace new particles of love and harmony enrich subtle existence. And where does it hide the impatient when? I don’t know. And within that echo there is a sweet mystery which belongs to me as much as it belongs to others. Nothing is unanswered. There is an echo for everything. And every time my glance drifts away only fugitive waves remain over which memories slide.
* I . Then we can glimpse in the quantum of that light the rainbow of the new sunrise we always wanted to embrace.Alicia Ghiragossián 410 BEYOND THE WORD MEDITATION rehearsing every moment their steps at a sub-nuclear level where a grain of hope doesn’t know about death and lends us its light with refracted colors. Will they become knowledge after death? Perhaps they are the symbols of the soul unfasten their atoms going from one level to the next until they reach freedom. *** Truth f truth is truth because lies exist and color emerges from light we must discover if dreams are part of the game of dying or escaping to other worlds.
* We enter live and die in the poem as we enter live and die in life itself to start on a new page. * POEM WITHIN A POEM Lying on the pool deck I am thinking about death.Alicia Ghiragossián 411 BEYOND THE WORD MEDITATION We always go in search of a memory . It is only an end Pregnant with beginnings. . Death does not exist. Now I pause.foreign to the brains to attain the ascension of truth and be rooted to the heartbeat of the uncaused supreme cause we call God. And I am writing fast before the thought vanishes.
And very much like death time does not exist.Alicia Ghiragossián 412 BEYOND THE WORD MEDITATION My puzzled thoughts are rehearsing some order and I am remembering the principle of the alchemist that nothing can be reborn to a better state unless it first dies and suffers dissolution. Everything needs time. * When two smiles become one a song is born and all the wings of the world . It is only the hands of a clock turning around to design in secrecy the waiting room of life… I am looking up and I am discovering a hill and more trees and a lot of flowers not only around the pool but also reflected in its peaceful water and a strong feeling invades my brain to conclude the poem where the only thing allowed to die is the forgery of love.
Alicia Ghiragossián 413 BEYOND THE WORD MEDITATION are in flight. * … nd what is friendship if not a hug of pure feelings high understanding and unconditional loyalty tied up with love? * hen death silences my voice my words will keep talking directly to your heart. They will be the seed to grow in your mind in your soul and even you don’t remember them they will be registered in the immortal folds of your essence. Time becomes the echo of dreams. * A W . Some day in some other life they will come alive as part of you. All the distances vanish and a warm heart says good morning to life. Words have that power.
It is just life stepping up. It is the depth of depths of our souls that radiates the brightest light when we pray and we touch those dreams that belong to all. * T Ignoring our origin and purpose we keep sinking every second until finally .Alicia Ghiragossián 414 BEYOND THE WORD MEDITATION It is the kiss of true love bringing to presence a tenderness unknown. * o sink in restraint because of death is to resign from the magic of destiny where the secret is found in the balance of the opposites. It is the essence of existence locked in our hearts made of universe.
* We incurably blend with the storms hoping that a reverse lightning bolt can take us to the sun. * his is a time made of destruction because of those who do not understand words and symbols and ignore the rules of the universe. T . * We live the present but we inhabit our past where mutilations are still alive.Alicia Ghiragossián 415 BEYOND THE WORD MEDITATION we reach the end where a new beginning is waiting for us. * Why try to explain the beauty of the absurd? The final truth does not exist except to discover another and another and another one.
People are turned upside down to watch the world. * The sea is above. * We went and returned as witnesses of a sun until we became . * The incomplete version of existence. The great excuse to live. Under our feet lies the sky. It is like a shrinking circle which imprisons us in its exact center.Alicia Ghiragossián 416 BEYOND THE WORD MEDITATION * In search of the non-essential we discover the pain. From the side of the ocean horizons are sinking they fall into the sky and shatter the light of the stars. The incomplete version of the universe.
And we created a different freedom to fight against it. When hours start to melt and measures are lost . At first we were innocence with the anguish of a sudden nothingness Then that same nothingness became what we suspected. * Stretching the steps perhaps we are born in the never or we are flooded by light. The big mystery is placed behind each time. * All the latitudes became water and stone every stone a face every face strength every strength an encounter. God plus God creating the glance.Alicia Ghiragossián 417 BEYOND THE WORD MEDITATION thought.
But how can we be sure that the particles of light will not also hurt? * uddenly nothingness happens and the big sacrifice is to live. * S We wake up to life from non-existence to attend the revelation of unconfessed lights where we feel .Alicia Ghiragossián 418 BEYOND THE WORD MEDITATION truth finds us. We are imposed upon by missions. Those who think that addition is addition and subtraction is subtraction and cannot understand how it is possible to gain in the subtraction and to lose in the addition will perceive some other time the laws of the universe. Those who cannot see the inner way ignore the shapes and hues of the soul.
We have to return like the prodigal son to the source and break the limits.Alicia Ghiragossián 419 BEYOND THE WORD MEDITATION the tangible truth. * Life is a synonym of waiting and while waiting we rehearse the rhythms of death the habits of disappearing and giving up what we have conquered. We are nine months in our mother’s womb to be later subject . Within the illusion of life sometimes we rehearse the truth. Either we lose ourselves or we find ourselves . *** Time Darkness .like God to price.at the beginning of life is the perfect transparence to discover light.
Time is the zero hour of existence. Life is the home of a designed departure. * Everything is new. * e are not the owners of time W .Alicia Ghiragossián 420 BEYOND THE WORD MEDITATION forever. Anciently new. Then we returned to our present to accomplish our destiny. And we always start again. * Naked full of screams as we began at birth we walked through time. * We live a time that being dies and staying passes to become eternal.
So we evaporate in every tear-drop that does not fall. * I We erect a world of fantasy without noticing that on the other side of the promise time gets lost. We know that waiting plus palpitations . * t is not enough smiling at time without knowing its power. * Dream and non-dream incubating in the doubt.Alicia Ghiragossián 421 BEYOND THE WORD MEDITATION and not every war flows into silence. That is why we grow old as we watch time getting lost in silence. It is hard to break the clocks and adjust the vibrations. And we cry.
* e unveil time and the first word comes hand in hand with God. We survive just to fulfill our destinies. Eternity is the beginning of a beyond somehow accomplished already. * When time stops dreams turn around in volutes to reabsorb the past centuries and to initiate the future.Alicia Ghiragossián 422 BEYOND THE WORD MEDITATION equals life although distance plus time equals loneliness. *** W . The encounter opens a passage to infinity. * It is all a game. There is a vacuum of hours At every second life becomes yesterday.
* From the limit we shall see everything. * The day I say I haven’t been born and I will not die or I have finished .Alicia Ghiragossián 423 BEYOND THE WORD MEDITATION Prophesy We will not accept nothingness as destiny. * We will face the possibility of the eternal to become the very atom that flies behind the eyes of each man that searches. A complete landscape of existence including the emptiness of a confused and selfish world. We will touch the profound to measure the soul and prepare for a new speed to reach light.
Pure essence. * It will happen. * ust there where reasoning and faith touch and the fatigue of waiting for tomorrows becomes clouded… there we shall be. We will be ready to transcend illusion and return to God as old relatives. At the same table J .Alicia Ghiragossián 424 BEYOND THE WORD MEDITATION with my deaths I will be made of light. Then we will carry in our eyes the reflection of immensity and everything will be invaded by the essence of love. When darkness will think of me they will start their exodus. Far. Beyond the appearances truth will grow to reach us and doubts will melt.
Drinking the same wine. Saying the same things. *** .Alicia Ghiragossián 425 BEYOND THE WORD MEDITATION with science and God. Where everything becomes a center without boundaries and all the souls fuse. There we shall be.
The opposite of love is not just dis-love but death itself. Outside love memory inherits amnesia. .BEYOND THE WORD LOVE Love is the genius of existence. The essence of love goes beyond reason. * Just hug me so I can grasp the colors of lifeblood and comprehend the origin of the self. * The time of love covers all times.
* want to create a new word for you. The opposite of love is not just dis-love but death itself. Before I never was. * I am since you became a part of me. Strong. Inerasable. You exist. Never to be born without a deadline. Lovers restore eternity. I . Therefore I am.Alicia Ghiragossián 427 BEYOND THE WORD LOVE Love Love is the genius of existence. I had learned to die and rise with elegance. Now you exist in me and I rescue myself.
And escaping from the old silence I will receive from you the unavoidable command to love.Alicia Ghiragossián 428 BEYOND THE WORD LOVE Because you already condense in you all the words of language and silence. * I will write your name on the sand at night to see it covered with mist. * . With it I am offering you all I have to remain without memories in my time. I want a word born from all the births from the very first sound. I know the rumoring of the sea will touch you with each letter.
Today from the depths of your promise you have offered me the call of destiny. * You will be gone. And I lost my own orbit to reach the space where gods endlessly grow. * Y I am giving you my old tears kept from the time of your absence. Outside this galaxy. Inside my skin. I will keep within me .Alicia Ghiragossián 429 BEYOND THE WORD LOVE And I know I will love you forever without sharing it with the known universe. * ou missed me without realizing that missing me you were attracting me in your orbit of love.
* When I write your name the spelling of every letter becomes a spell. And I will buy promises to give my loneliness away. Tender but strong enough to pierce into the dreams where loneliness U . * nique like the unexplored like the cloud that cannot sustain its shape.Alicia Ghiragossián 430 BEYOND THE WORD LOVE your eyes without you your hands without you your love without you. I know. I will seek in the mist the eternal replacement. Far and yet so close owning the power to shatter the past with just a hug.
* I The wisdom of the stars was uncovered on earth.Alicia Ghiragossián 431 BEYOND THE WORD LOVE no longer survives. You are my memory and my promise. Stored in my past yet still to be. * recognize you. Fate was drafted and a whirlwind was born to chain you and me in its exact center. You are reborn from ancient times. * re you the promised heaven of my dreams to guide me through ecstasy? Are you the blueprint A . Resurrection for the dried petals of love. You bring a whole universe into life.
Yet the unborn sun is lighting my own earth. That is the pedestal for true love.Alicia Ghiragossián 432 BEYOND THE WORD LOVE of fate the power of miracle somehow accomplished in a dimension where there is no more perhaps but eternal feelings speaking with the language of the gods? Do not answer me now. * C . But your memory is growing to lift up my life. I want the intimate confession of heaven to show me the signs. Lonely night. * lose your eyes and wind up your retina to rebuild the cleanest image ever registered in its cells. * Deep night.
Let the space melt between us.Alicia Ghiragossián 433 BEYOND THE WORD LOVE Don’t do anything else for me. Just hug me so I can grasp the colors of lifeblood and comprehend the origin of the self. Just hug me so all the fears will vanish and all the wounds will heal. * want to grasp the gravity of your soul and discover a different togetherness in the design of time. The world is waiting for new waves of love. I might know you already from the flames of the past but each reencounter opens a reserved path. Hug me and time will float to create an eternity in each second. I .
It is you. * . * e with me and for each minute I will create for you a new intensity of life. It is love. The tangible moment and the vague dream.Alicia Ghiragossián 434 BEYOND THE WORD LOVE * And I thought I would never find you. I thought you existed only in my fantasies while writing poems… * When you see a tear looking at you . I am just unloading my old pain. The softest feather and the strongest energy to move the world. * B Yes. It is both. It is both.my love it is not sadness but its death.
* know it. Love is performing all the wonders I Y . You rule my emotions and I am the queen.Alicia Ghiragossián 435 BEYOND THE WORD LOVE We have lived much. You are with me and the universe finds its balance. * ou are chained to my dreams and I am the slave. We understand the ritual of waiting and its meaning and its value because any promise can be a vacuum and any passion can be the last. You are hooked to my passions and I am the addict. You are my last love which means the most distilled by time the most warmed by the heart.
And I can embrace beauty discover truth and touch the power of souls in flame. It is your word coming from the energies of heaven to untangle fate and dictate life. The essence of love goes beyond reason. E T . Your voice and words -vertical prayers of love candlelight and incensehave unveiled the dormant longings of my faith. * nchantment.Alicia Ghiragossián 436 BEYOND THE WORD LOVE on earth. It is your voice reborn from ancient voices offering me the holy sound of wisdom. * he time of love covers all times. Outside love memory inherits amnesia.
The moment multiplies its nostalgia and reaches your eyes to erase a tear the one that is waiting for me without knowing it. If we could only undress time fast forward it and discover that although we have not met we are waiting for each other. Secure. Precise. * I wish I could be inside you without reaching you completely and forge a distance .Alicia Ghiragossián 437 BEYOND THE WORD LOVE *** Absence My loneliness breathes behind thick walls where the oxygen is a distilled nothingness and the future is just a promise thrown to the wind.
W . The hidden sadness of my fast departure was revealed in my tear. I heard them repeat Hello I’ll see you soon I am going to miss you. I read line by line the unspoken caressing words in the roses you gave me.Alicia Ghiragossián 438 BEYOND THE WORD LOVE or remain without roads arriving at your door but not knocking at it. * e realized that the years had been too long since our last encounter. My mind is a labyrinth where kisses and words are the equation of a glance. * You are with me winding up all my heartbeats which will still pound asymmetrically because my dreams need other dreams in the unique imbalance of love.
We built eternity in our embrace and we interrupted it with a simple good bye.Alicia Ghiragossián 439 BEYOND THE WORD LOVE All the nostalgia in the world was collected there in those few seconds. You are far away but I replay the scene with all the warmth to register it in the secret compartments of memory. * We didn’t need to travel galaxies. I hugged you with the phantom of the good-bye. In another skin another voice another land. I will wait for you in the promises of the unknown. * have been talking with your eyes forever. You are the same I . See you soon my love.
forgive me I cannot wait. Noise words sirens motors construction. Smoke cars cigarettes machines chimneys. Traffic lights green orange fire they give and take they come and go forbidden possible a maddening motion that stuns confuses pushes shakes. This city is too loaded for a lonely heart. * ou are gone and I am fading away. But this time . I need your love Y .Alicia Ghiragossián 440 BEYOND THE WORD LOVE who in another time told me wait still.
Alicia Ghiragossián 441 BEYOND THE WORD LOVE to save me from madness. * You have been so absent that I no longer miss your love. But life is too windy for sand castles. * T I trusted you. Just a note to say hello to all and every kind of love. Brick on top of brick I built everything for you for me. I have remembered you for so long that I have forgotten your presence and I have forged . * hat hug born in the sunset of our life was the needed touch to heal the broken rainbows of memory.
Without labels. I just wanted to create the highest cloud for intimacy the deepest layer for closeness. It was not an impulsive fever pushing me into your arms but a unique ritual to seal the wholeness of the moment and create the eternal. Just you and I holding hands from within where man made rules could not reach. The very one that excludes your absence.Alicia Ghiragossián 442 BEYOND THE WORD LOVE a face a smile a glance to the image and resemblance of the faces the smiles the glances. You did not understand. * ou did not understand me. Without plans. Y . And I have replaced you with one of my solitudes.
Perhaps someday in some other life you will be able to grasp the heights of my urge. * If sunrise is fading for us if our smiles are cracking dry from loneliness if your voice does not want to cuddle my ears with sweetness it means . Let me go. Now let me forget this unfinished painful chapter.Alicia Ghiragossián 443 BEYOND THE WORD LOVE I did not want anything else no promises no commitments only the naked essence of powerful emotions and unbridled feelings to be sculpted in my cells and endlessly remembered. I am locking my illusions in that compartment of my soul where dreams fold their wings.my dear the magic of love .
Maybe it was your portrait.Alicia Ghiragossián 444 BEYOND THE WORD LOVE is gone without return. It means that the vibrations of the universe have lost a piece of life. * I tried hard to keep our silence from being a silence. The image was there and I tried hard to create a sound. Perhaps the whole thing was a framed painting or a mirage. I tried to reach you. * What is this reasoning that lives in the compartment of your mind while the heart is empty of the unavoidable kiss? I cannot apprehend an affection made of brain waves not heart palpitations a hug made of closing arms .
Alicia Ghiragossián 445 BEYOND THE WORD LOVE not closeness a kiss cloned without passion. * . Is your feeling just that of a friend? Do I have to refocus my emotions through your lenses? I feel we are mumbling in the tower of Babel and my heart shrinks when the sound of love is dimming in your voice. * Your brand of love does not have the frequency to warm up my heart. I feel cold and my insomnia is the seed of a torturing tomorrow. I can see the old loneliness crushing again my dreams rolling down my eyes and wetting my lips pregnant of the kisses that will never be born.
So large and empty that I felt the rain was falling on my bed. * verything looked like a stage setting.Alicia Ghiragossián 446 BEYOND THE WORD LOVE I wonder which was the exact second you simply left. * E I don’t know if love is dead because our love is dead. I know time will reschedule the future . I wonder if you can ever again wind that lifeless machine of yours and say yes to love. The view of the rain through the window the book of poems the soft music and I lying down on my large and empty bed.
I am out through the road divided. * The labyrinth has ended. * There are some tears outcast and lonesome walking out from a dream to blend with the drops of a tired rain. I have to go ahead. The first ray of the sun is waiting for me. *** .Alicia Ghiragossián 447 BEYOND THE WORD LOVE in a new stream of light.
the child you .BEYOND THE WORD MOTHERHOOD People think I give you birth but we both know we give birth to each other. * Maybe others will not remember me but your cells will never forget they were part of mine a bonding substance of matter and love.the mother. * I saw you and recognized at once the new beginning of my own self. . I .
my Lord for all this love locked within me with a prayer beaming wide enough to cover the earth. An endless love condensed in a pure wonderful sublime and powerful word: Motherhood. * .Alicia Ghiragossián 449 BEYOND THE WORD MOTHERHOOD There is an essence of sanctity when we feel a God-like power inside us with the energy to create life. We feel like hugging and kissing beauty creating a new heaven and writing in its gate: Thank you . There is a message from the universe wrapped in a golden light that invades every particle of our body and the frequency of our soul when another heart is pounding in our entrails.
* Without knowing you I recognize you without touching you I embrace you. People think I give you birth but we both know we give birth to each other. I the child you the mother. You are in the passage of the beginning illuminating me from your shadows. You are the incarnated miracle that will transform me into a mother . And although you do not have a name you are not anonymous for me. You are the voice announced in my life chart. You are my child and that is enough.Alicia Ghiragossián 450 BEYOND THE WORD MOTHERHOOD You do not have life yet and you bring me life.
That is why I sing for you with the sacred tears of those who invented the original prayer.Alicia Ghiragossián 451 BEYOND THE WORD MOTHERHOOD and I lose myself in the greatness that carries me like a tornado up to the place where fissures of waiting are healed. That is why I feel you in my bones. That is why I place myself inside you and make yours my body and make mine your breath. Coming from impossible dreams you are in me and yet I am waiting for you. * I do not know who you might be in this mass of cells that shaped your soul since your first existence. My child. .
But whoever you might be I reprint you in me with a surrender that nourishes my hunger. . * You move in my womb like a word.Alicia Ghiragossián 452 BEYOND THE WORD MOTHERHOOD I know nothing about your smiles about the anguish of your past or the hues of your missions. Whoever you might be I will learn to discover you from the energy of love which always conquers to offer the sublime. I hope you can sense the mother from within. I hope you can tune into my joy which grows every time you remind me of your presence. What messages are hidden in your kicks? Your secret language is a code still unknown to me.
Alicia Ghiragossián 453 BEYOND THE WORD MOTHERHOOD * I am evoking you . Soon you will breathe freedom but as a creator of my untouched routes your heartbeat will always recognize mine among all the rhythms of the universe. S . That instead of looking at each other I used to look inside me to read the wonder of existence and understand the love that waited for you since ever.my child with the faith of those who know how to pray in tune with the highest energies up there… where I nestle a unique hereafter through the purest path of love. * oon we will become two yet neither of us will forget we were one.
* Today you unfold yourself and I understand the echo of the word child. * The whole world is a symphony inside me. Note by note all the melodies sacredly gathered and from nothingness started your heart.Alicia Ghiragossián 454 BEYOND THE WORD MOTHERHOOD You will be your own self detached from my body but attached to the oneness that says good morning to the eternal bond. I prefer to talk with you like this and achieve above all the dialogue of our souls as destiny has decided . * I have not yet prepared your crib. I simply wonder whether one day you will be able to sense the echoes of the word mother.
Alicia Ghiragossián 455 BEYOND THE WORD MOTHERHOOD that we belong to each other. * Sleep now in your humid space until you attempt your first cry. Perhaps in some corner of the essences my dreams and yours will join as one.knowingly and everything will be understood. Dream. You will know everything when you open your eyes and recognize my presence when the unspeakable mysteries start to melt unveiling the beginning of truth when suddenly you realize we share an ancient blood and the supreme law has ordained that we join again. . Rest until the day you will find out that life resembles deep exhaustion. You will call me mother .
* You are looking at me from a world where the glance . You shake yourself and you awaken all that is sacred in me. That joy breathed light carried by the wind anxious to announce a beginning. Let my kiss be your first robe. You are the carrier of a different kind of message. Suddenly I see everything. * T Unrivaled tenderness. My child.Alicia Ghiragossián 456 BEYOND THE WORD MOTHERHOOD * ime and restlessness grew intolerably into my insomnia but sunrise broke through the darkness with its first color and I discovered the joy of having you enclosed within me.
* … nd finally the announced miracle became tangible and you were born. And we go together hand in hand to enter the new world.Alicia Ghiragossián 457 BEYOND THE WORD MOTHERHOOD does not exist yet and I can see you without looking at you. We can recognize each other’s soul through a powerful stream of connection. I could discover the transparency of your face and I was diluted in a sweet dizziness as I let myself go through a new dawn like a smile that breaks a tear. I saw you and recognized at once the new beginning A . * You run parallel to my tide provoking tears cleansing wounds and promising light.
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of my own self. *
I would like to look at you
for ages when you rest your tired head on my lap. I would like to evaporate go under your eyelids and reach your dreams to participate in them. You sleep and tenderness grows and innocence becomes a giant. To watch you sleep - my child is a purifying ritual. You sleep and I renew myself. *
I keep for centuries
the secret codes of love. I pick up the names my mind registers and your image appears from the sound of your name. Sweetness was never deeper. Innocence never took
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more definite shape. * hey ask me what is happiness. Your laughter cast on the walls of our home. * LETTER TO MY CHILD My child: I need to write you now as all this motion might one day be interrupted and ideas feelings words might be roaming imprisoned in my soul or simply get lost. You must know that motherhood was my obsession. Perhaps because I felt that your arrival would multiply my being and I would touch the ultimate purity of essence. Perhaps
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because it seemed impossible. You came late into my life. As the unattainable. As the rainbow. To make me understand I didn’t belong to myself completely. To make me see that coming through me I can only breathe through you. To make me know that the moment I vanish -tired under the load of lifeI will go on living in you as in my poems. Maybe others will not remember me but your cells will never forget they were part of mine a bonding substance of matter and love. The day I depart do not believe in my absence. I will be in the dreams that will nourish your sleep in your laughter that cleanses the air. And the day you discover me in a flower
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I will be sending you in its fragrance the secrets of existence. You will hear my voice within you and you will decipher the messages of the cosmos with our secret code. Tell this to no one. It is only ours. I wanted to offer you the kind of childhood and happiness that was stolen from me. If I failed try to forgive me. But remember always that my love for you is beyond words. Beyond life. Beyond death. ***
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You will be able to unfold your lungs when Mount Ararát will breathe freedom and you will finally learn the miracle of acknowledging yourself.
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I wrote most of these poems in the 1960’s, when Armenia was part of the Union of Socialist Soviet Republics. Nobody imagined then that one day that mighty empire would disintegrate. I was living in Argentina and had not yet visited the land of my ancestors, when I wrote in my first poems some details which I consciously ignored. No doubt, I had captured them through intuition, such as the broken knees of the deities. Moreover, I had the feeling that Mount Ararát, symbol of the Armenian people, would someday see fulfilled its dreams of breathing freedom. Later on, since 1967, I was several times the official guest of the Armenian government and had the opportunity to experience the truth of my old feelings. And I continued writing. My creation was born from rebelliousness. I was not at ease with dictatorships, although I have to admit that for art and literature, the regime was a paradise, and I enjoyed, thankfully, all the blessings of that paradise. This work was born, likewise, from the emotional energy of an obsession, which became a premonition: the declaration of Armenia’s independence, in 1991. Through prophetic inspiration I wrote with anticipation what would happen a quarter of a century later. This woke up my belief in the voice coded in the blood. The roots of an individual influence, no doubt, the emotional inclination and behavior of a human being.
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In my case, the degree of identification was complete; an identification that, for me, is synonym to deeply rooted love. The fact that my poetry was accepted in depth and with great affection by the people, sealed a kind of a silent pact, to make the Armenian Cause the mission of my life. I am thankful to the Supreme Powers of the universe for having designed, in this way, my destiny.
Dr. Alicia Ghiragossián Glendale, California, 2010
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I am writing your name
Erebuní on the restless memory of your skin. An ancient voice is telling me who you are who you were who you must be and my love is preceding your steps to the ultimate flight. *
I was aware of you
before you discovered the signs of your own geography. I captured your sadness to dive into the depths of pain. I was aware of you to be aware of me. *
You are not just in one place.
You are in each tear in each knot of my blood. You are in the footprints of time in each atom that perforates
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the sun. You are my homeland. You are my universe. * fter the ashes the space became light and was baptized with hope. After the ashes nothing was left except a candle to start an altar. After the ashes... there was a blossom a light a prayer a new sky to unfold. *
I would like to buy
the face of my childhood. To take it out of the photo album of refugees and draw it identically in another land - that of my ancestors naked newly born from the fires because in spite of all the lives I have lived I am still not myself.
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I would like to wander through the streets of that land pregnant with freedom where bones were burst with gunpowder on a bed of flags. I would like to touch that land to feel my past in its fragrance and reclaim my essence. * know one day the prohibition of your dreams will fade away. You will be able to unfold your lungs when Mount Ararát will breathe freedom and you will finally learn the miracle of acknowledging yourself. Because when time is matured and limits are vanished God will change His robe of ashes will wipe away His tears and will go at last to look for you.
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I will take with me
the land with rocks and thorns that belong to those people who remain crying. I want nothing else. With Don Quixote’s lance I will go door to door people to people God to God in search of screams. It will be the largest army of screams. The air will be composed by oxygen and screams. I want nothing else from the inventory of the world. Just the land with rocks and thorns to dry the tears of a people who remained crying. * e are not claiming justice. We are justice. We don’t elaborate complaints. We are the complaint of that which should have perforated many consciences because we cannot wake up those children who died with fear in their throats
Alicia Ghiragossián 469 BEYOND THE WORD ROOTS without understanding why were they decapitated. I hope this letter will be read by your mountains your sun . I visualized a simple people but I almost saw God in the encounter. Forever. Love opened up to me and I felt the energy linked with my past. The connection was complete. * LETTER TO MY HOMELAND Homeland: I’m writing you from Buenos Aires two years after my visit. Transparently. Can anybody now today explain it? * I visualized a simple sky but twenty of them overwhelmed me. I met the land of my origin. I was one with my homeland.
You and I navigating together liberating ourselves . I cannot even name you without a secret prayer . I know we dream of each other and our beings join at the transparent edge of the clouds. Homeland.Alicia Ghiragossián 470 BEYOND THE WORD ROOTS your waters and will be answered from the depths of your soul with your one and only truth which is also mine because we deeply miss each other.the most ancient and I cannot sing for you without the commotion of my newest cell. I don’t know whether to cry out loud or silently mix my tears with the pain of missing you. Other needs keep me so distant other loves nourish my flight but it is yours my purest tear and the course of my untouched time.
But you and I know of other worlds . That is why my umbilical cord remained attached to you.Alicia Ghiragossián 471 BEYOND THE WORD ROOTS in the most genuine energy of heaven talk like the oldest of friends. I had to discover myself to meet you again in this world of relative games. It comes rolling from your first memories. I knew I had to return to my origin to find my innocence. My spirit rehearsed then its first poem and its first kiss to your rocky mountains. Then I touched you I hugged you I breathed you I dissolved in your waters and I was dust in your wind. I knew your land before I saw you and I met you through my blood. I have lived in your land with a precise destiny. Our bond is ancient.
And I could see how the Hrastán river reflected in each drop the Monument of the Massacre. They sometimes ask me what a homeland is. I could detect behind the clouds the biblical Ararát beating like a bomb ready to explode and felt its lava burning me without erupting.Alicia Ghiragossián 472 BEYOND THE WORD ROOTS where the rules are final. I come from those worlds to accomplish its laws within the identity of feelings since those which speak to me of land and mountains glory and music bread and poetry tear and abyss tell me about you. But is it so easy to conceive a whole? Can you explain God? How do you define faith? How do you disrobe the self to show the image of love? You and I are the same entity from solid reality .
And I didn’t go there to see the country. Homeland: I have risen with your glory I have struggled with your weapons I have prayed with your mothers I have bled in each loss burst in your pain and smiled in each birth. From the most ancient and suffering face to the whitest and tender crib.Alicia Ghiragossián 473 BEYOND THE WORD ROOTS to the most sublime fantasy. And we have no need for words since souls join each other in silence the language of higher understanding. I live it! From its ancient skin to the deepest breath. For thousands of years I have suffered with you. So how to explain all this to those who ask me: Did you like Armenia? And I don’t know how to tell them: Gentlemen. I went to be reborn to be rebaptized . I live my homeland. I feel it in my roots.
I went there to search for my primal light and to start from the zero time of my era.Alicia Ghiragossián 474 BEYOND THE WORD ROOTS in its altars. I call you so I can call myself with the permanent voice of the race. I bless you so I can bless myself. Homeland and light. Roots and flag. You who know me homeland and recognize my voice understand how difficult it is to answer earthly questions from the highest heaven of the encounter. I feel you so I can feel myself. Armenia! . And for that reason from my silence from my prayer I salute you image of myself. There where those who don’t need words dialogue.
It is almost like being a dreamer waiting to touch the dream.Alicia Ghiragossián 475 BEYOND THE WORD ROOTS * TO BE AN ARMENIAN So many times I have been asked: What does Armenian mean? …Being an Armenian is having an obsession for the world to know how hard it is to survive with the memories of our lost ones still fresh and vivid in our minds. It is to climb the soul to reach the truth and to fight the oppression encircling the planet at large. The Armenian is the one who has lost . It is to understand deep in our bones the injustice of humankind which denies us the dignity of our rights. It is to practice a ritual of shedding our tears and rooting our sweat in foreign lands.
And I can explain with wounds still open the screams that roar inside us. The one who knows the meaning of being tortured and enslaved of being chained to the brutal memories of death.somewhere in the burning corners of the deserts those who shared the same poem the same chant.Alicia Ghiragossián 476 BEYOND THE WORD ROOTS . How can memory erase a massacre? How can we save the innocents thrown into a flaming inferno elders women . I am one of them. I know it. The special one who has inherited the glory of a past but is nailed to the silence of history.
But we believe in resurrection. We dance and laugh in fragments while tragedies are stored in our daily lives. We believe in new songs and new prayers in dressing God with another robe so the stains of blood will never show. We have the power to renew inspire create struggle and chant. Simply we are Armenian.Alicia Ghiragossián 477 BEYOND THE WORD ROOTS children all of them with their throats slashed in the middle of a song. * . We can be born again from our ashes. We exist here and now just in halves but we also belong there where old voices are still haunting us.
Alicia Ghiragossián 478 BEYOND THE WORD ROOTS EARTHQUAKE The shocks come one after the other. I want to get on a plane and fly to my homeland but I fall into the waves of frustration and vanish in the claws of destiny. I embrace a whole generation . Hypnotized by the television news I feel petrified in my anger.. Trampled and crushed with my people buried under the rubble I embrace the children of my race. We have graduated with honors from all the universities of pain slavery deportation rape massacre and now earthquake heart-quake soul-quake. We have become experts. My soul is shivering.. Endless ruin destruction death.
I turn off the television and I go back to my half-life where the sun shines cloudlessly with sarcasm.Alicia Ghiragossián 479 BEYOND THE WORD ROOTS lost. Suddenly I feel that we exist that we too are part of the globe and finally after all this time our tears echo at the core of someone else’s heart. And I decide to pick up its rays to weave a cover so I can softly warm the frozen hopes . But this time at the core of the teardrop a newborn comfort glitters. What kind of message is the Omnipotent trying to convey? The news continues and the tears are renewed. The world is offering a helping hand and with it breaking the legendary indifference toward the suffering of the Armenian.
Hunger misery and humiliation * Former region of Azerbaijan (ex-Soviet Union) now autonomous. Songs of mourning are drying on the lips of the elders on the protesting fists of the mothers on the broken knees of the soldiers on the frozen eyes of the children.* Through those roads laced with tragedy images of horror are lined-up. Tanks ruined homes burned bodies… The land of the ghosts.Alicia Ghiragossián 480 BEYOND THE WORD ROOTS of my people. And within that black mist the heroes are collecting from the hearts of the people the tears of Artsakh. . * HEROES The sun rises punctually but its rays are strengthless to eliminate darkness.
They can testify to the trembling of the uprooted Armenians and can convert their rights into a flag. But when will the savagery stop? At which blessed moment will the injustice end? When will destiny allow the people to be born and die without war? When will the red of their footprints be from flowers not blood from a blazing sun not a burning wound? When will they find their lost peace and hold it forever? And when . And those heroes make theirs the waves of suffering.Alicia Ghiragossián 481 BEYOND THE WORD ROOTS are slicing the souls and pain is stamped with the memories of the dead. That was a globe thundering scream. That was not a war but a massacre.
Look how mount Ararát pregnant with anxiety is exploding and a lightning bolt is carving human laws on the walls of history and baptizing the Armenian with delayed justice. Look how God .like in the vision of the poet changes its clothes of ashes and comes to look for us.Alicia Ghiragossián 482 BEYOND THE WORD ROOTS will they exchange hope for life? When? * INDEPENDENCE Look gentlemen how the chains of slavery are being broken. Writing your own destiny lifting your heroes waving your flag with your own breath you are blessed with all the powers of the universe. Look gentlemen how after years of struggle an emancipated sun is demolishing .
*** * One of the greatest Armenian poets of the century. Listen gentlemen how the eternal call of Sevak’s* never silencing bell tower is mixed with the songs of the people and their screams of freedom at the tribune of rights. Today all the heroes of the race all the poets all the dreamers are present to witness a new birth. Look how a new sunrise is unfolding on the horizon. .Alicia Ghiragossián 483 BEYOND THE WORD ROOTS pulverizing darkness. Look. Everybody is ready to sign the declaration printed with indelible ink and the torch of independence on the scroll of hope.
BEYOND THE STAGE FOR HEAVEN (Pedro Amor) (Dialogued story-poems) Everything that cannot be overcome has a superior destiny. . * SO MANY TIMES TO ACHIEVE DREAMS YOU MUST BREAK OTHER DREAMS.
I was someone else then. Colon. . I had a love in Buenos Aires. Always around insuring balance and protecting you. Love had you. But you are Peter. It could have been in Paris Moscow or Yerevan but it was in Buenos Aires. Names change yet the soul is the same. Your dreams were clear from the first day in your crib. We are always someone else. Launched into dreams like a newly awakened field of tulips. And how do you know that? I am the punctuation of life.Alicia Ghiragossián 485 BEYOND THE STAGE FOR HEAVEN Love in Buenos Aires In the city of Buenos Aires in the month of September nineteen hundred etcetera late in the evening almost midnight I solemnly declare.
I am love. What about now? Now I’m your love ghost.Alicia Ghiragossián 486 BEYOND THE STAGE FOR HEAVEN I am time. True. A place without pollution without skyscrapers without exhaustion. You are Peter. We ended up running away and the tiles of Corrientes Avenue were shrinking under our feet. Aren’t you Peter? I am peace – as well. Without miseries. Then I was Peter. And where am I? Where you always wanted to be. In a world . Were you also peace when you fought with that bearded man at Los Inmortales because he was flirting with me? Remember. Without jealousy and envy. Without hurries and stress. Your guardian angel.
Isn’t love always eternal? Here you can submerge in pure essence.Alicia Ghiragossián 487 BEYOND THE STAGE FOR HEAVEN where love is eternal. All added up to nothing. What do you see? Nothing. I can see you. Look again. Then there is time love and peace. Well.love .peace. Here there are no avenues . But I miss life on earth. I really want to walk through Santa Fe Avenue or by the Riverside. And what do I represent? Everything I want to have. The rest is only an illusion. Look around you. What would you like to do now if you were there? Besides loving you? Loving me. Time .
It will contaminate everything. You didn’t think like that a thousand years ago. Pure love. But I want to be with you . I like to escape sometimes to rest but then I need to be back and plunge myself into the lights and the colors. Being Ali? Names are not important. A world without the world? A world with only love.Alicia Ghiragossián 488 BEYOND THE STAGE FOR HEAVEN or rivers. But the city looks so pretty now. Perhaps it is possible to beautify that which is pure. I want pure love but with a city. Another world. Perhaps because you had another image another skin. Can’t we eat little fishes in Boca or listen to a tango in Caminito? This is something else.
You forgot I’m dead . And your hand grabbing mine? And your voice smiling at me? And the bouquet of tulips transformed into a poem? All that is an illusion? No. Good-bye.. If you open your eyes you might not see me.. Come to me when you wish. …………………………… We never know . Then why do I see you? Because you look inside my love. Then. But I’m not Peter anymore. I feel the call of a mission and need to return to the city. I’ll need you with me. Will you come with me? I’ll stay here. I might simply be a memory. I’ll stay here.I mean for the material world. I’m leaving. All that is real because it lives in you.Alicia Ghiragossián 489 BEYOND THE STAGE FOR HEAVEN Peter.
It was a night with the Moon Mercury and Venus according to the astrologers a month of July a day thirteen when I decided to come back to earth again.sometime when we are running on a forgotten road and we suddenly stop to hologram our restless images in the air we are surprised by the enigmas and we begin to understand the supreme balance of the universe.Alicia Ghiragossián 490 BEYOND THE STAGE FOR HEAVEN why we are born when we are born.always later on we discover we are an instrument for goals which at last become means. Later on . Later on . I had kept special memories from the terrestrials. Nevertheless while we feel chosen we can trust our destiny. I had left important work .
Everything that cannot be overcome has a superior destiny. I was called for a singular redemption chained to a people that in other ages had enjoyed magnificence and prestige. . A task of much love. Besides I trusted my cosmic maturity which had allowed me to endure great pains and avoid two suicides promising me an intensely vertical rise. Just a moment. …………………………… Ali.Alicia Ghiragossián 491 BEYOND THE STAGE FOR HEAVEN and countless storms. I’m about to be born. I didn’t choose a country rather the belly of an Armenian mother and I installed myself stubbornly because no method no technique no effort to get rid of me succeeded.
It’s better this way. Peter? Yes and no. Just love. Who are you? Love. She passed by so close to me but the crowd didn’t let her see me. Don’t be born. She lives its atoms . She says she didn’t choose a country but it’s not true. I have the universe for you. Let’s love each other like this. Do you have a city for me? Something like Buenos Aires. A universe with a city? Peter! … Answer me! …………………………… And Ali was born to be alone in her city.Alicia Ghiragossián 492 BEYOND THE STAGE FOR HEAVEN Don’t. I called to her but the noise of the city stifled my voice.
The moment laceration decides to uncover her vision. She will cancel her city with an equal impulse while pronouncing the word love. Someday she’ll understand that missions can be accomplished from anywhere the moment she recovers her losses. …………………………… Ali. . I left her alone so she could enjoy the illusory madness of her city her big bulk of cement her misleading showcase of dreams to accomplish her mission. But I’m lonely lonely lonely lonely lonely. Where are you? I don’t know.Alicia Ghiragossián 493 BEYOND THE STAGE FOR HEAVEN its magnetism from the center to the frontiers.
You initiated the speed in your task and experienced the touch of eternity in an instant. You tried to dive into the light and destiny burned several times the best of your life. You knew you were sent for a mission with the first message. Try to be reborn and everything . Now I understand the road of learning the reason for the absurd the emptiness in waiting.Alicia Ghiragossián 494 BEYOND THE STAGE FOR HEAVEN I’m lost in a cold city. No questions asked. I craved it and came. You are among indifferent mortals. You are in the clandestine revelation in the endless depth of every growth each time you thank pain.
But for an instant I got caught in the whirling the circular movement of the planet. Where later on they learned my name and even my shadows. I learned to cry but was emptied of tears in the permanent wave of incomprehension.Alicia Ghiragossián 495 BEYOND THE STAGE FOR HEAVEN will start again but as different as a new skin. Here. And your friends? . In the city. If you love me leave your time in the clock and start to accomplish the span of your wings where every second you pulsate your real life. So many times I stayed in the city searching for a soul mate but no one asked my name. You know I love you ever since the wave of your vibration clicked with mine and I became your essential self.
Give me your hand love. Give me your hand love. Every lesson has a price. I don’t know. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know. The magic to create life. That of treason. . That of abandonment. You are the whole.Alicia Ghiragossián 496 BEYOND THE STAGE FOR HEAVEN They are a few. But you’re still seeking to discover within the coffee sediment the bewitchment of a new love that sometimes is only a half-life attached to the back of nothingness or to the angle where death is the total chant. Just a portion of my time. I can lift you up. It’s true. I don’t know. I have known several deaths. That of deception.
I miss you. I’m going through matter I’m being freed and dissolved behind the signs. My own city? Yes.. Right now? Yes..Alicia Ghiragossián 497 BEYOND THE STAGE FOR HEAVEN Give me your hand love. A colorful ether filling up the spaces. I’m leaving the past inhabited by small dimensions and I’m going toward a sun chained to others. Come with your Buenos Aires attached to your skin. Trust me. Bring your city with you. Then I’m coming. It’s a vibration that interferes with the senses. You are. But there is a fear . Do it slowly and tell me what you see. I don’t know if I’m ready.
We are just essences. Values are turning vertical. I am soaring . I’m eager to ask for God with this language expressed through silence. I’ll rescue you. All we were in the past and the seed of those who we will be. Nor Ali. You won’t get lost love. See how easy it is? Peter! No Peter. You’re detecting truth. Come up. You are arriving. Every step is a new dimension. The space is expanding while everything left behind is shrinking. I feel the space as perforated sound and I can hear melodies traveling on a new road. Wonderful.Alicia Ghiragossián 498 BEYOND THE STAGE FOR HEAVEN of being lost.
I can’t. I’m drowsy . It’s only a transparency without beginnings or ends. Colors are messages and thoughts are images. Cross them.Alicia Ghiragossián 499 BEYOND THE STAGE FOR HEAVEN in the new ether. You can. Lean on it and start walking. One…two…three…. I’m waiting for you. They look like symbols. Yes. Do you see the radiance? Yes. It is like a kaleidoscope that keeps opening itself. You made it love. I made it. You are already here with me. Perhaps the word is hidden there. And the word? Where is the word? Look for the light. Come up.
I think I just left the tangible things the absurd people that terrible incomprehension. Everything is more brilliant and magnetic. At last together. And what is your mission? Love. Do you realize you are dead on earth? Dead? But I feel as alive as ever. Mine? Yours and the universe’s. Dead? With you at my side? No. Your love in Buenos Aires multiplied in each atom of the universe sailing on a Quantum of light. With the maturity of an ancient race. . With the love of my city. That’s the maturity of your mission accomplished.Alicia Ghiragossián 500 BEYOND THE STAGE FOR HEAVEN from happiness from love from peace. Even more intense. With a halo of permanence.
Some parts happen without a whole. My love in Buenos Aires. .Alicia Ghiragossián 501 BEYOND THE STAGE FOR HEAVEN At last – my love. From all the times. And there is always a hope a tomorrow. And commands are evasions. Our true love. *** Offices for God Some things happen anywhere. With the entire universe inside us. Our love. From the center of existence. How can we wait for tomorrow in this labyrinth of files machines telephones papers where everything is an obligation? But security is your peace. Encompassing the universe.
Peter. Perhaps. And you have lost that registration? We always lose what we don’t have. I’m not so sure of that. We are so often the owners of things we don’t have. You are upset.Alicia Ghiragossián 502 BEYOND THE STAGE FOR HEAVEN Whose? The commander’s. I just want a calendar of true existence without offices and find my registration in the Akasic records. And who do you think registered you in that true existence? My friend God. What about these offices? . Do you know what you would be if you weren’t a co-worker? What? A philosopher. Instead you are a representative of God.
He is absolute. You are a particle of universe blended with God. Outside of these walls I am myself. Nothingness is born when the routine isn’t broken. I want a date to know I exist. What’s the date today? There is none. Yes. You are a part of His plan. . Difficulties perfect the soul. I feel I’m a part of His pain. Because He is in us in each one of the atoms projecting infinity and eternity. Wherever you are your projection is infinite. I might as well write this letter. To turn your back on pure nothingness. He is more than absolute. Today there is no date.Alicia Ghiragossián 503 BEYOND THE STAGE FOR HEAVEN They are offices for God.
Addressing God. But the astral plane is in harmonious vibration. No date.. …………………………… Buenos Aires. And the working plane is in conflict. Peter. No one looks for the vertical path for the power to discern truth and deceit beauty and ugliness good and evil.. See? Then your projection is transcendental. Addressing humanity.Alicia Ghiragossián 504 BEYOND THE STAGE FOR HEAVEN Today no one asks about the soul. Why? Because we’re not working. And you? I foresee my mission. I’m addressing you. How can I address God? . I’m addressing you. Dear Sirs... We’ll be fired.
The world. All that is tangible. They’re going to fire us. I need my job. I’m going to work. The way God speaks to you. I don’t know how God can be in this office. You give me strength. My body. Then everything shrinks. I’m glad because strength is determination intensity. You think you need it. And enriches those who give it. I feel it as a shower of inheritance that becomes thought.Alicia Ghiragossián 505 BEYOND THE STAGE FOR HEAVEN With the secret language of your soul. . This is the mere appearance of an office with color and sound. What office? This one. You don’t have to.
BUT FROM THEM THE AUTHENTIC GENESIS CAN BE BORN.Alicia Ghiragossián 506 BEYOND THE STAGE FOR HEAVEN …………………………… EVERY DEATH BEGINS WITH SMALL DESTRUCTIONS TO BRING ON THE GREAT NOTHINGS. YOU MUST FLY. WITH THEM WE CAN PERCEIVE THE TRUTH. BEAUTY IS BEAUTY WHEN IT IS OUT OF RULES. SO MANY TIMES TO ACHIEVE DREAMS YOU MUST BREAK OTHER DREAMS. YOU MUST FLY. TRUTH IS TRUTH WHEN IT IS OUT OF STRUCTURES. PEACE IS PEACE WHEN IT IS OUT OF PATTERNS. SO MANY TIMES TO HAVE A SOUL YOU MUST BREAK OLD SOULS. ETHICS IS ETHICS WHEN IT IS OUT OF ROUTINE THE ONLY LEGITIMATE WAY .
…………………………… General offices. FLY AWAY. Nobody named Peter works here. SEARCH FOR A SOURCE TOWARD A PURE BIRTH. …………………………… General offices. GOD NEEDS PROMOTERS. What? I really don’t know. Burial? No. Nobody named Ali works here. SOME FORMS GIVE CONTENT. Who? I’m sorry. TAKE CARE OF HIS OFFICES. YOU MUST FLY BECAUSE SOME CONTENTS GIVE FORM. LIGHT IS ONLY FOR THOSE WHO WISH TO SEE.Alicia Ghiragossián 507 BEYOND THE STAGE FOR HEAVEN OF THE SPIRIT IS FAITHFULNESS TO ESSENCE TO ONESELF. . I don’t know. IT IS A SENTENCE. No. DOES IT SEEM OBSCURE? IT WAS SAID.
Why? You must be reborn with the flow of emotions. It is real. From the death of old matters. Do you discern? Yes. That is not good. I engage my whole knowledge. If we are really searching for it then we have it. Do you reason? Yes. Excepting dreams. The logic of the heart is different. But it has to be real. Millions of light years . From true life.Alicia Ghiragossián 508 BEYOND THE STAGE FOR HEAVEN …………………………… We have to start from the beginning. So what are we searching for? To be reborn. Maybe we can’t see it.
Don’t forget that we’ve just begun. Let’s start. Then let’s start. But that is part of the plan to learn the true road. Of what? That we could be mistaken. DARKNESS WAS EVERYWHERE AND IN THE DARKNESS THE SPIRIT OF GOD . I’m scared. …………………………… IN THE BEGINNING GOD CREATED THE HEAVENS AND THE EARTH. Newly born are allowed to make mistakes.Alicia Ghiragossián 509 BEYOND THE STAGE FOR HEAVEN existed before being measured. Does God make mistakes sometimes? If there were anything out of Him He wouldn’t be absolute. Even mistakes. He owns everything. THE EARTH WAS WITHOUT FORM AND EMPTY.
AND EVERYTHING WAS FOR GOD. Colon. Period. Churches? Temples? ONLY ONLY ONLY THE NEW SOULS. GOD SAID: LET THERE BE LIGHT AND THEN THERE WAS LIGHT. September eleven nineteen sixty eight. . Dear Sir.Alicia Ghiragossián 510 BEYOND THE STAGE FOR HEAVEN MOVED UPON THE FACE OF THE DEEP. …………………………… Buenos Aires. AND TO ADMINISTRATE THIS HUGE ENTERPRISE OFFICES WERE INSTALLED. GOD SAW THAT IT WAS GOOD. AND LIGHT WAS SEPARATED FROM DARKNESS. …………………………… GOD CREATED HEAVENS AND EARTH FOR HUMANS. …………………………… SO HUMANS WERE CREATED IN GOD’S OWN IMAGE GOD CREATED MAN AND WOMAN.
Non transferable.Alicia Ghiragossián 511 BEYOND THE STAGE FOR HEAVEN Hey! I already have the date. This morning I was asked if God wasn’t worn out. Never ending. . Constant. I think you have discovered something. How do you feel? As if I’ve known everything since always. Your very first experience. Through God I found my registration. The path that takes me directly to God. This letter is the first one in your new life. The vertical line. Even God. Now you can address anybody. God is always the newest. Perpetual. Even God. God is the first and the last stage of all truth. Life of all death. Now you know you exist.
The most difficult to attain. How is that? Things get done when we are aware they are on the right road. And you keep being a representative of God. Do you want to hear another secret? I’m listening. Love and forgiveness. A wonder that was waiting for us. We have discovered the great secret. Now no one can fire us. And these offices? They are offices for God. . Now you are philosophizing. Because we always find what we are looking for with all our heart.Alicia Ghiragossián 512 BEYOND THE STAGE FOR HEAVEN Do you know why? After knocking at doors for so long they have been opened. And behind them lies the wonder.
Today there is no date. Churches? Temples? SOULS. Didn’t you say September eleventh? Oh… You remembered it but you were fighting its registration. I had doubts. …………………………… AND TO ADMINISTER THE HUGE ENTERPRISE GOD INSTALLED OFFICES. From heaven or from earth? NEWLY BORN. What’s the date today? None.Alicia Ghiragossián 513 BEYOND THE STAGE FOR HEAVEN Well. Now you can say your soul is new. Where from? . It’s difficult to understand the exact location of the body in a time in a place for the soul to become conscious. I might as well write this letter.
*** .Alicia Ghiragossián 514 BEYOND THE STAGE FOR HEAVEN FROM SPIRIT. FROM LOVE. GOD INSTALLED OFFICES IN THE SOULS. NEWLY BORN FROM SPIRIT. NEWLY BORN FROM LOVE.
It was such a shame. . It makes us feel impotent.TO THE LOVE IN MY DREAMS Monologue (The characters are fictional. like a number... It was as if he was looking at a mirror to see reality. All similarities with real life are mere coincidence) Any kind of death is death. like a statistic… * He didn’t understand my own hologram of reality. but couldn’t keep in mind that whatever is left becomes right in a reflection.
with soft. a couple of pink candles and a sculpture of a couple in love. and the remote controls of the T.. with a coffee maker and all pertaining elements: creamer. sugar. curving shapes in ivory tones. as well as the decoration in general. in Glendale. on the left. the V. there is a love seat flanked by side tables. V. All is arranged according to the principles of Feng Shui.Alicia Ghiragossián 516 TO THE LOVE IN MY DREAMS The action takes place in the living room of a house. and the stereo. round dinner table with four chairs. On the far left corner of the stage there is a small water fountain and a golden Buddha. but it could have happened in any corner of the world. the one on the right is the front door..R.. the driveway and the street. etc. On top of the table. a large bookstand. some art objects and several oil paintings around the room. stirrers. there is a small. next to the interior door there is a small bar. set at the back wall. in 2008. photo albums. The furniture. on the far right corner. is elegant and sober. There is a hand carved wood relief of an Armenian King on one of the walls. mugs. There are two doors: the one on the left is an interior door and connects with the main house. a cellular telephone.C. at any time. a few scattered books and several stacks of paper. On the left wall. You can tell it is the house of someone who lives above minimum wage. a huge T. Right of center stage. Toward center stage.V. on the left. etc. and connects with the outside. California. full of books. liquor . and red drapery behind it. that is. On the right table there is a lamp and a vase with a dozen red roses.
with a couple of women’s hats. next to the front door there is a mirror and a free standing hanger. coasters. under the light of the lamp. assai” meaning “I love you very much. This is a basically a confession. Now.” At the end of the song. I was reading some old love letters. by Russell Watson: it’s playing track #4 titled “Caruso. I’m not a stand-up comedian. tragedy… injected with moments of happiness. I wish I was. later on.D. placemats. tastefully dressed in black is half laying down on the love seat reading.” There is a romantic atmosphere created by the words of this Italian song: “Te voglio bene. some letters from a folder. * Hi. As background music. drama. and I’m searching for understanding. So. I don’t know what you’re going to call me. and a middle age woman. I’m here to share life with you. she lowers the volume with the remote control. the serious stuff. She places the folder with the letters on the left side table and approaches the center of the stage. A stand-up drama queen? I don’t know…. Instead. I can share some with you. etc. (Posturing herself. perhaps for sympathy….Alicia Ghiragossián 517 TO THE LOVE IN MY DREAMS and water bottles. a small towel on the counter. The curtain raises. perhaps you are thinking Why tragedy? Did someone die? . It’s up to you. On the right wall. hanging purses and jackets on it. she is listening a C. glasses. an ice bucket. I’m going to share pieces of my life: struggles.) Maybe.
we’re basically the same chemical mass. How improper! (Smiling) My name is Audrey. my God! I’ve been talking all this time without introducing myself. and that killing my feelings you are killing me altogether.established in Buenos Aires. to help me make up my mind if I should go or not…. as if the soul were a fourth class citizen. (Suddenly interrupting. the handicapped me. you know what I’m trying to say. The story is that my parents .) Oh. is not the original me. People think it’s a strange name for someone who was born in Argentina from Armenian parents. with the same functions. and while she is making room for a placemat. (She goes toward the bar and prepares a cup of coffee while she keeps talking. in the mid 20’s . and I ended up inheriting the name: Audrey. (She approaches the dinner table. like a statistic. it’s the wounded me. If it reminds you a little of your own conflicts. that taking a slash of my soul you are somehow amputating me. and… anyway. Audrey Arian. like a number.Alicia Ghiragossián 518 TO THE LOVE IN MY DREAMS I guess we all give a lot of importance to the damage of the body. with our dreams. I’m here to share my feelings with you. but we are above a number. you might even sympathize with mine.) I would like to get some feedback from you. and search for an identity. They became close friends. the real self. I always liked my name. and passions.) I think we need to realize that the soul is the real thing. she continues. It makes us feel impotent. because it was the name of the . like Audrey Hepburn.had an American neighbor named Audrey. Any kind of death is death. After all. since the one who goes on living.
) Well. So. and one day we’re going to vanish from the earth. she serves herself the cream and sugar.) Since childhood I wanted to be an actress… I wanted to jump into the silver screen and be part of the story. (She brings the coffee to the table and starts drinking it. I do something very unproductive: I write poetry. and I like to philosophize. as tourists. the dreams. now let me tell you what I do. And we know that deep inside our essence doesn’t vanish. the inspiration. when she was hugging Gregory Peck in Roman Holiday! I felt I was hugging this wonderful. the soul.) Uh! It’s hot! I do this all the time. (The coffee is ready and she approaches the bar to pour some. and while she continues talking. until I found out it was just a flat screen. Later on. (She leaves the coffee on the table and approaches the center of the stage. power.Alicia Ghiragossián 519 TO THE LOVE IN MY DREAMS actress who I admired very much. tall. the imagination. I could never understand the concept of illusion. about the mysteries of the universe and the subtle structures of the human being. . we all know we are here on earth temporarily. deep-voiced male. and – above all – the mystery of God. the nature of the mind. It was so real for me! I still remember how much I identified with Audrey Hepburn. You know my name. back to my story. Isn’t that crazy in today’s world? People are obsessed with money. I’m always searching beyond everything known. I’m passionate about metaphysics and parapsychology. Isn’t that even crazier? Well. fame. dark and handsome. I’m surprised that humankind insists in selfishness and corruption. when I found out the kind of person she was… helping hungry children… I even felt proud of my name.
(She sits at the table and reads the excerpts of her work as if they were one long poem. She shows the cover of the book to the audience. if I don’t exist for them…maybe I really don’t exist. it hasn’t taken me far from my addictions. or from a distant star.N. Unfortunately.A. although. It would make our routine so meaningful… It would help us put everything into perspective. I confess. I don’t know. (She goes back to the table and has a sip of her coffee. I hate to gain weight. Can you imagine how frustrating it can be? That’s why I teach a workshop of modern poetry at U. (She walks toward the center of the stage. knowledge and reaching wisdom. (Trying to find a definition.) Self Published.) Well… let’s say a poetry writer. I’m an esoteric poet.) Poetry is very bad for business. poems by AUDREY ARIAN. Club didn’t want to admit me as a member. Who’s going to publish it if it doesn’t sell? (She opens the book where there is a bookmark. since my books are self published. as if watching our life in a movie.C. love. (She approaches the bookstand and takes a book from it.Alicia Ghiragossián 520 TO THE LOVE IN MY DREAMS Aren’t they curious about what happens later on? I don’t understand… Life would be so much easier. (Pause. (Counting with her fingers. (Pause). and even the P. it’s so exciting for me. having sips of her coffee.L. Yes.) . I’m working on the sweets and chocolate. chocolate. unfortunately.E. it takes me far from the flatness of a square life. I do something no one cares about. The cover reads ALL ABOUT LOVE.) So. now it’s better.) Um.) I’m addicted to sweets. so.) Do you want to hear some of my love poems? I’ll read some short ones for you.
. Open arms are the sign of freedom But they are also the design Of a hurting Christ. Do they have the same composition? *** Love is not a chemical formulation Where the attraction occurs In the rhythm of the blood. I am all the women whenever you loved And every time you will.Alicia Ghiragossián 521 TO THE LOVE IN MY DREAMS A love that fades away And a love that lasts. I received love with open arms And they remained open. It is the alchemy of a miracle Where souls fuse in the encounter. *** Do not detach from me. I am love itself. I am your first love. and the last And the ones in between. The love that is never stops being. The loves that vanish Are not true loves but mirages. *** (Audrey opens another page.) And this last one. Open arms are the prologue of a hug.
totally. because by having no friends I had no choice but to live with myself. don’t have a friend. (Smiles) The make-up of this society bores me. Well. they don’t allow you to be yourself.” Wow! So. which is easy because I cannot see you in the dark. maybe a few. They will surely hurt you. (She drinks some of her coffee. I chose to work for my mission in life. poison you. There is such an unscrupulous ambition…! Tonight I want you to be my friends. just be friendly. or be guilty of something. Everyone is so competitive.Alicia Ghiragossián 522 TO THE LOVE IN MY DREAMS (She closes the book and places it on top of the books at the table. because you will see them executed by others before you start. I tried to be at my best. I’ll be totally honest with you. of course. you are scared to open your heart. you cannot even make a comment about your projects. particularly the toxic ones. I chose solitude and. It seems Buddha himself said something like “if you don’t want to have enemies.) Everybody has their own little calculation. Why? Because for the length of my life I have mainly met hypocritical and shallow people. to find out if you agree or not with what I’m planning to do. while explaining. I have to talk to you because I don’t have any friends. (She takes her cup of coffee and approaches the center stage. or just plain jealousy. judge you…. this is part of my truth.” And I’ll never forget what William Saroyan told me once: “You are your only friend. . and I had to be good enough to like myself a little. you have to use a mask.) But today I’m here…to know your opinion. so.) So. Besides. ego. you end up avoiding people.
I even think that loving too much is the best way of not being reciprocated. Without love there is always that corner of your inner self that…Jesus! It’s so empty! I often wondered how Mother Teresa felt. your brothers and sisters. how long does it last? … No matter how much money and…and fame. and power. from your children. you must know how stressful it is to wait for it. And it literally purifies you. Because I don’t have a doubt that love is conditional. how exhausting! From the day you are born to the day you die. and…whatever you have. like composing music.Alicia Ghiragossián 523 TO THE LOVE IN MY DREAMS Do you know what my problem is? Perhaps it’s very close to yours: the lack of love. And I’m not just repeating Erich Fromm. you need love and you don’t have it as much as you need it. no matter what your definition of love is. you’ll agree with me that it’s unbearable to need love and not have it. But. You need it from your parents. I couldn’t love a man that . Who has enough love? And if someone has it. your girlfriend. material world. how is it possible to find the kind of love you dream about in a tangible. from society…. with angels. like painting. from…from your neighbors. and position. because not everybody knows how to love.) But who has not dreamt about the perfect love? Who has not wished to find the impossible? So. Love is a talent. how fulfilling it was for her to love unconditionally. your boyfriend. when the essence of love belongs to a different dimension? It truly belongs to cloud nine. (She speaks with contained emotion. I had come to that conclusion before I read his book about The Art of Loving.
Are you with me? That should be qualified as unhealthy. because when you are essentially deep and your heart and soul are involved. small.) Love is a real mystery. and sits down leaning with her arms on the back of .Alicia Ghiragossián 524 TO THE LOVE IN MY DREAMS disrespects me. you have all this baggage of emotions and misery inherited through your genes. instead of the soul alchemy. Besides. The soul has that genial talent to imprint. or abuses me. You need a big love for that. with the back toward the audience. that you’re not stupid. when your feelings are not shared. You know that deep down it’s not true. to cast the important things…. and deeper…. It’s not that you don’t have beautiful. little pieces of yourself feel nourished. stupid. on top of the pain of not having enough love. And so few of us love with the soul! Almost the only kind of love available in this world is the volatile one: the body chemistry.) What was I saying?… (She takes one of the chairs. wonderful loving moments in your life. Oh. you might be smarter. expecting to find true love waiting around the corner. but it’s just that: moments. in fact. You feel happy for moments. to carve. It’s such a mystery…. because every atom of your body has intelligence and emotions… (She approaches the table and leaves the coffee cup on it. feelings become somehow solid and they last. turns it around. even with your broken self. But you always continue loving. You feel less… invalidated. I’m convinced that that is the reason why you feel unimportant. it’s not complete. but it’s not the whole thing. well…(Audrey is visibly sad. that’s what a DNA test will tell you.
like a parcel labeled (showing with her hands and imaginary label across the chest. You come into this world with the quintessence of pain stamped on your feelings. handle with care!” You are born with an inlaid inferiority complex. if there is a tragedy in your direct genealogical line. It was a desert. They don’t get it: we will reap what we sow. they might even find images imprinted on your cells. you don’t start your life clean. you don’t have the right to live!” You start out by being vulnerable in this life. are not just words: they are the only solution.) Oh.Alicia Ghiragossián 525 TO THE LOVE IN MY DREAMS the chair while she talks.) “You are not welcome. be born healthy? You start with an indelible seal that says: (Gesturing with her hands. I should know. torment and horror. A few years ago I went to one of those sites in Syria where the massacres happened.) “Fragile. and that we are all together in this business of sharing the world. you start with emotional baggage. like the Jews or the Armenians.) How can the children of an annihilated people. fair and square. the only means to heal and grow. and I have this fantasy that if one day science discovers the way. I’m the daughter of Armenian genocide survivors. scenes of cruelty. I swear I saw the scenes of torture and I heard the . (She stands up and talks as if requiring an answer. Can you imagine the destruction being spread through the genes from the hunger in Africa or the genocide in Darfur? Isn’t that a shame in the third millennium? Nobody understands that peace… and compassion… and forgiveness. like pushing away something. really vulnerable. yeah! On top of that.
and tries to do some work while she speaks. She drank strange potions.) “Hey. I was petrified. and tried all the available methods among uneducated people to get rid of me. Now. for not being a pristine Spanish descendent. who always rejected me. because it’s not about the original sin anymore.Alicia Ghiragossián 526 TO THE LOVE IN MY DREAMS laments of the victims through the breeze. the one who molested me. I think she was jealous that I was the favorite of my father. collating from a few stacks of paper and stapling them. not only racial. Did I imagine it? Was it my poetical sensitivity that captured it. by my neighbors. I started my life in Argentina. or did the energy of that place trigger what was already imprinted in me? Those scenes….Those terrible… terrible scenes…. discriminated from day one: by the imprints in my genes. And I’m not a clairvoyant or a clairaudient. imagine my case of accumulated rejections. how come you’re alive!” And I cannot judge my mother… She had her share of distortion from walking over cadavers when she was a child. But I came. So much cruelty for an already damaged child. I am as unwanted as it comes. So.) . and I walked through life with a broken record inside me repeating: (She tries to contain her emotions. it’s about the original pain. hung herself from a tree. and without including my grandfather. and by my mother. Life doesn’t help much either to erase the original pain. (She goes back to the table. I remember the marks of belt lashes on my back. since I found out that my mother did the impossible to abort me. but personal as well.
and you cannot miss a deadline. the life style. whom I adored as my own.” (Pause. I was a good student in school. I was too much of an idealist and I couldn’t squeeze myself into the world of procedures. When I had those terrible headaches that drove me mad they would tell me: “That’s O. You’re a good student. He was proud of me. so I had to search for new avenues. just rest. so I left the profession and continued writing poetry. You’ll do it later on. I have to admit that the teachers liked me to the extreme of almost spoiling me. and my teachers too.) At the university I was a fair student. I decided to come as a tourist and find out what it was all about. the survival possibilities. Then. meet the beauties of this country. and where else but in the United States! All roads used to lead to Rome…Now all roads take you to America. the good example to the class. I fell in love with my . it’s stressful and boring. Honestly? I didn’t think I was going to adapt to American life. and see her children. the culture. in Argentina it’s different.Alicia Ghiragossián 527 TO THE LOVE IN MY DREAMS (With tenderness. for being my father’s favorite. I came to Los Angeles to visit my sister. at least for a person who has the soul of a poet.K. who was already here. the civil cases are all taken care of in writing.) I didn’t make it. Having always lived in Buenos Aires. you don’t have to work now. but I have to confess that as a lawyer… (Moving her head with disapproval. Audrey. But we all know that nobody can financially survive on poetry. and all that…. I didn’t think it was possible for me. and missed a lot. As you know. with a definite European culture.) Thanks God.
. you’ll see. the same she was reading from. so let me jump ahead.Alicia Ghiragossián 528 TO THE LOVE IN MY DREAMS sister’s neighbor. Let me show you! (She approaches the lamp table and picks up the folder placed next to the telephone. He’ll be back. when the curtains raised. because he is not detached from you. etc. and in less than three months I was married to him. He wrote me 52 letters in two months. This is absolutely his handwriting! I would like you to take a look and judge for yourself. I didn’t invent these letters. You meet someone by the name of Omar and – whether you want to or not .) And listen to this! It’s letter # 1. as you could love Dr. All numbered.) Omar was tall.) Sorry. like Gregory Peck. Look at these letters. (Explaining.) After our marriage I had to go to Buenos Aires to finish a few things. or Nick. (She goes on with her work. like Omar Sharif.) (With increasing passion. to publish my new poetry books… to put my finances in order… convince my parents to sell my house… bring my best clothes… and things like that.) But how is it possible to hate so much when you have loved so much. because I know he loved me…. Zhivago.” etc.) (With deep sadness.are reminded of Omar Sharif. from Funny Girl.” Or: “Divorce papers mean nothing…” “He loves you. I have to finish this for Monday.) Look at these letters! Look at these letters! (Showing them to the audience. Everybody told me: “Ohh. he hates you because he loves you.) This is his handwriting. and all of a sudden you are in love twice as much. (Shuffling them. The story is long. (She interrupts her work for a moment. (She stops again her work. dark and handsome. My real tragedy is that he ended up hating me.
I woke up at four and I couldn’t sleep anymore.) The worst part is when I come home and I don’t find you. well dressed in a suit appears close to the interior door on the left. and today. Yesterday I laughed. I didn’t think that it would be this bad. but I couldn’t find you and felt desperate. He is planning to bring you a fine watch as a wedding present and asked me the measurement of your wrist. making funny faces. looking at Audrey. my only love. Please. (Audrey remembers Omar’s voice and mentally brings it to existence) Audrey.Alicia Ghiragossián 529 TO THE LOVE IN MY DREAMS “Hollywood. Oh. .) I don’t want to sound very emotional… (The man’s voice superimposes hers. (A ghostly figure of a man. the car. The rest goes on within routine. Coming back from the airport I couldn’t believe you were gone. and addressing to her. wounded animal since you’ve been gone. and how much I laughed while I was catching them. The only ability that is left in me is the ability to cry. my life. send it to me in your next letter. who keeps reading.) But… I feel like a crazy. I remembered how yesterday you threw some of the laundry over the balcony. I cry. I forgot. (The man starts walking around the room. Frankly. my dream. She keeps lip reading. who gradually decreases her voice until his voice takes over. 1972. Uncle Gary called me from Cairo. March 13. remembering it. He slowly walks closer to Audrey. I looked for you in all the rooms. my soul. the laundry room.
I noticed that the kiss we gave each other through the window of the car.” So. but doesn’t see him. Listen to this. and give my kisses to my Argentine papá and mamá. Don’t worry. I can see perfectly well the shape of your lips. and it’s been less than a day. but I’m not in the mood. Audrey. (The man approaches Audrey and continues reciting the letter as if talking directly to her. but I cannot enjoy their jokes.) When I read the letter you left me. I wanted to write you a couple of jokes myself. for you to compare. is still stamped there. The only thing I can enjoy now is dreaming about your return home. at the airport. 1972. my beautiful wife.) Please come back soon. and she touches her arms as if felling cold. my Audrey. she senses something. Say hello to everybody on my behalf. and it made me so happy. I’m not planning to wash the car. (The man turns again. I love you so much! (Audrey is visibly touched.) Your sad love. This is letter # 52. May 18.) . Audrey. that was the first letter. I cried again. Audrey’s voice takes over. She feels strange. but maybe it’s worth it to read you the last one. I’m not going to read you all 52 of them. I cannot stand this loneliness anymore. (The man stops talking and turns his back to the audience. “Hollywood. I’m kissing you with all the power of my being. Audrey. I don’t know if I can bear this any longer. two months later. facing the audience. and starts reciting letter #52 to Audrey. My adorable. and – at one point – she even has goose bumps.Alicia Ghiragossián 530 TO THE LOVE IN MY DREAMS Everybody is joking about my situation. OMAR.
Alicia Ghiragossián 531 TO THE LOVE IN MY DREAMS Dearest creature. (The man starts walking toward the interior door. Let’s see if they can keep the standard you created. my Semiramis. You have set the trend here.) Oh. OMAR.” (He leaves the room drying his tears. I absolutely love you eternally. I’m enjoying my favorite pastime: dreaming of your arrival at the airport. or need… Who knows. whose voice takes over. one of the cultural associations of the community is organizing a poetry book presentation. I hope everything went smashingly well at the presentation of your books and the cocktail party. Or was lust. in spite of all the . I can’t believe I survived your absence this long.) Billions of kisses and unending love for you.) See? It was the same intensity. You are in my blood. I hope by the time you receive this letter you’ve already packed the suitcases to take the plane to come back home. (The man sends farewell kisses to Audrey. I’m anxious to hear about it. another thing. I’m counting the hours. I sent you a congratulation cable yesterday and I hope you received it on time.) (Pause. as well. But I was convinced he did love me. I just heard today that the university has hired me as a teacher for the entire year 1972-1973. My dearest one. I insist that he loved me. with a monthly raise of $20. my Aphrodite. The only novelty that I have for you is that I’m crazy about you. my sensual beauty. I signed Love only to mean all those feelings and devotion that I have for you.
five and a half pounds of pure. why would they keep it so secret? So this monster-like woman. later on. In those little towns of the Middle East. So. so you can expect all kinds of manipulations. Look at the pictures. I never told Omar that I had three fully paid houses in Argentina until much later. and I didn’t have enough money. She used to say with that particular air of a want-to-be aristocrat: “Poetry doesn’t fill up your stomach. all the poison his mother attempted to put in his head. Can the light engineers turn on the lights for a moment. I was the leftover of other men. I was a penniless poet. with a dark past herself. Perhaps because it was the happiest day of my life.) Ahhhh. In her case it must have been. even criminal ones. my baby. thought I did not deserve her son because I was older. please? . for her. who knows. and it was the secret of the family that she abandoned that baby-boy. (With sweet emotion.) Look who was throwing the stones. They are in your program. for everybody. Of course she came. I had loved before. and I didn’t have money. at the beginning of the century. someone who had a glass house! She had had a child with another man before meeting Omar’s father. just because he was younger than me. I don’t know how I could tolerate the presence of that woman at the hospital. They say she killed him. a poem.” Besides. unadulterated love! My life’s talisman. she was a beauty. they would kill for honor. and his mother wanted a rich girl for her penniless son. who. She wanted to sabotage my wedding and threatened not to come. Who else could have ruined it better? When Jenny was born. (With indignation. suspiciously died. otherwise.Alicia Ghiragossián 532 TO THE LOVE IN MY DREAMS garbage.
C. Audrey dries up her tears. help each other.) I want you to look at those pictures. and the joy my child gave me by being born. Let me show you the video I was watching last night. family vacations.R. turns off the V. Don’t bring lawyers into the picture. While the movie is running.C. and respect the love we once felt. I think that’s enough. birthdays with clowns. and funny swimming pool parties.) (With emotion. of Jenny’s birth. after the doctors had assured me for years I couldn’t have a child. All the happy moments are edited with sweet background music. Let’s not be enemies. addressing the light engineers. which ends with the song “Memories” sung by Barbra Streisand. (She turns off the stereo and turns on the V. for Jenny’s sake. and continues talking in a self-justifying tone. he had to consult with that infamous-Dracula lawyer he found. Audrey approaches the bar and serves herself a “Frangelico” on the rocks. and the 5-minute movie starts. so she could convince him to ruin me.) Thank you.) I tried to convince him: “Please Omar. let’s agree. that all his lawyer wanted was money. (The lights are turned off.) Isn’t my daughter a total doll? And wasn’t that a darling family? (After a pause. It has pictures and short home videos of the wedding. (Pause. But . with the remote control.. you’ll understand me better. When it ends. then she sits on the love seat to enjoy the movie. turns on the stereo. Let’s remain friends.” But no.) I want to convey to you the tenderness of our best moments. Omar didn’t know then that no one is a winner in a divorce.Alicia Ghiragossián 533 TO THE LOVE IN MY DREAMS (The lights of the theater are turned on.R.
His lawyer was stronger. pretending to protect his interests. hugged and kissed to seal the friendly agreement. painter and subcontractor.) Nothing in particular. We decided to have divorce therapy for three months until we finally came to a financial agreement. no. and she pulverized the agreement. but that was not the issue.) I guess I’m O.) I don’t know yet. and too blinded with vengeance to understand. (Pause. I was the enemy. just because I wanted to stay in the house and have a moderate income. And all three of us. but it seems my thoughts are not reaching the Higher Powers. We were so content.) No. let me think a little more.) That’s Jenny.Alicia Ghiragossián 534 TO THE LOVE IN MY DREAMS she was covered with a sheepskin.. Yesterday I meditated asking for a sign. Eventually it was much more advantageous for me. because in his mind. and he fell into the trap. my efforts.K. He wouldn’t believe me. and again. the therapist and started to breathe a little. and my designing. (Pause. he changed his mind. A three way kiss. and my planning. a house built with my own sweat. She won. preparing the material for Monday. then call me when . (Pause. Do we still have some time? (Pause. Omar. and all three of us lost. He was too angry.K.) Hi sweetie. how are you? (Pause. so I couldn’t say anything to his advantage. he wouldn’t listen to me. and with an audience of souls. (The phone rings in a coded manner. Jenny and I. There is nothing worse than your love becoming your worst enemy. Audrey recognizes it and comments. like we used to…But it didn’t last long. (Picking up the phone. (Pause. we blessed Hugo. playing carpenter. too desperate.) O.) Just having a monologue with myself.
as if he hadn’t eliminated me enough during the last years of our marriage.) I lost the thread of my story…. cruelty. Those were probably his mother’s genes taking over. I had a mission. because his father was a kind man. (Pause. Anyway. to his negative personality.with sweet and tender attitudes.) (Addressing the audience. I think I will know by then. even when I was sick and literally defenseless. A wife that loved him… I think his problem was with himself. I think it was a matter of insecurities torturing him. “We grew apart.) I love you too.” was the cliché he kept repeating. Bye. Is that a sin for a married woman? I wanted my poetry to nourish as many souls as possible on this planet. He could never explain it to me. through a massive lack of consideration and compassion. (She sends a kiss. again. he was creating a huge generator of deadly karma that would haunt us for years. he was destroying our child. A master invalidator. And it’s not that he had another woman in his life. And what was my unforgivable fault? Why the divorce? I never found out. He became a poltergeist in my life. Omar didn’t know anything about karma. through indifference.Alicia Ghiragossián 535 TO THE LOVE IN MY DREAMS you are on your way. He was basically a good man. He even gave me a black eye once. We had a wonderful child… a beautiful house… a good income…. and…lack of true communication. when he didn’t switch all of a sudden. He was not aware that by trying to destroy me he was destroying himself. I wanted to spread the truth of . without warning. because I don’t think he did. shy and very funny at times . Omar wanted to eliminate me.
Your fingerprints are all over them. taking the books back to the bookstand. Was that so bad? He used to say my dreams were unrealistic. “Even better than the work of some well known poets. and try to place the culture of my people on the map. and taking the coffee cup and the placemat . and I really felt his existential emptiness. “They are great. It was such a shame his scope was so narrow.Alicia Ghiragossián 536 TO THE LOVE IN MY DREAMS the spirit. some spiritual insights after my death. narcissistic ego. Fight genocide… Why did he end up competing with that? Why hating it? Once he told me: “I will die. stacking the stapled papers on one side. He used to say: “It’s not me. And all I dreamed of was to leave some legacy. what I couldn’t understand was his talent to twist the purest intentions. It was as if he was looking at a mirror to see reality. You will start your eternity with your death. up on the hills of Burbank. (She goes on talking while she tries to clean up the table. but he ended up throwing them away. we were at the parking lot of Castaways. The truth was that they were good poems. my wording. looking down at the city lights. He didn’t understand my own hologram of reality. But it was funny how he wanted to follow in my footsteps. for which no fame was enough. Instead you will be remembered always. He attached to my healthy goals a label of an insatiable. I could understand that. and looked down on them.” I remember that moment clearly. He was sad. and no one will remember me.” He thought he was influenced by my style.” I told him. He started writing some poems himself. but couldn’t keep in mind that whatever is left becomes right in a reflection. and I encouraged him to go on.
I hope you can support me emotionally. since I loved him. so he didn’t have the right to resent it. which I wanted to share with him. He stopped writing.” But he didn’t listen to me. He was brought up in the Middle East. But it was not my fault. but eventually you will find your own voice. and I’ve had a mystic revelation that one day I have to do important things. and you can cope with my dreams.) You have to go on writing. because when he proposed to me I had already experienced some success in my career as a writer. a couple of weeks before our wedding.) But he changed. Every time I had a recital that ended with a standing ovation I was afraid to come back home. and love you.” “Are you kidding?” he said “I love you and I admire you so much! I will always support you.Alicia Ghiragossián 537 TO THE LOVE IN MY DREAMS to the bar. Who knows what happens in people’s minds. rape me. this is my life. The more important you become. He would find any excuse to ruin my feelings of accomplishment. It seems he liked to put me down and crush me. He would emotionally punch me. And it must be true. when we were at Griffith Park on a very romantic date.) I told him: “Look Omar. the more I will feel proud. and admire you. and that made him angrier. where women cannot be more successful than men. (Stopping for a moment what she was doing and speaking directly to the audience. But his pleasure .” That was then. He didn’t let me enjoy any success. I remember the moment. He said he felt emasculated. He himself admitted that he changed. (Resuming her clean-up activity. Everybody can be influenced at the beginning. His negative attitude was so unfair.
I think my success as a poet was not the only reason of his bitterness. or the movies. He even used to make plans with Jenny without including me. because I’m planning to kill the first man who approaches her. because things changed when she became a teenager. Well. which allowed us to build this house and buy some income property.” I think as a joke it contained a lot of true feelings. He didn’t hide it.Alicia Ghiragossián 538 TO THE LOVE IN MY DREAMS was to tell me that my last poems were mediocre. let’s say he stopped loving me. going to the beach. unselfish love toward Jenny. He used to joke about it: “Jenny can only marry when I am in jail. I still don’t understand his cruelty of wanting to leave me on the street. But I’m not sure that it was a clean. I was totally left aside. In social parties he would constantly hug her. That’s Jenny’s story. poems that were praised as brilliant by colleagues and literary critics. (Audrey relocates herself on the chair and leans her arms on the back of the chair. another aspect of his change: at one point he loved our daughter more than me. But there came a time when he started to put Jenny emotionally down and even hurt her…. While she’s talking. as if he were jealous of the idea of another man conquering her. when it was me who almost supported the whole household for years . that’s a different story. And then. He started behaving very strangely toward her.) But let’s say I was not convenient for him because I retired and was not bringing money on a daily basis. to the extreme of calling the attention of our friends. I also made much more money than him with my investments. the man enters again slowly and stops close to one of the pictures hanging on the wall. My story is that he made me compete for his love.
You must get your doctorate. my poetry can wait. I remember I typed his huge thesis about tumors. (In a reflexive tone. picks it up.D. you don’t worry. I’ll work. Perhaps he never forgave me because he owed me a great part of his accomplishments. the fact is that he fought in court for every possession we had.) You must have moral principles and a sense of fairness in order to care. (The man throws the picture to the floor and leaves the room.” Although later on he started working for the City of Los Angeles. and you will finish school. that’s all. He knew that most of what we had. I didn’t dare to make a prenuptial agreement then. or his Middle Eastern machismo was bruised like hell. The most you can do is to keep your part time job as a teaching assistant. even from before my marriage. . was the fruit of my own effort and sweat. in order to be the provider of the family. Whether he forgot those years of my sacrifice.D. every piece of furniture. every penny. You have a talent for science. But he couldn’t care less. naively. At the early stages of our marriage he wanted to open a beauty school with his brother.Alicia Ghiragossián 539 TO THE LOVE IN MY DREAMS until he got his Ph. which I candidly. he finally got his Ph. I will not let you do that.) I’ll take care of it tomorrow. stupidly shared with him.) Are we having an earthquake? (She walks toward the picture. in molecular biology. and leans it against the wall. He well knew that I had worked double full time in order to retire sooner and pursue my career. and I told him: “No way.
I wanted to kill myself. and fast. he threw me back ten years of my career. I was so depressed for so long. It was an evil conspiracy. I buried forever whatever innocence I had left. and financial devastation possible. and no one would give me a job. and made a joint effort to throw me off my pedestal and tear me into pieces. He downright told me he was very busy.Alicia Ghiragossián 540 TO THE LOVE IN MY DREAMS “The law is always moral. extremely unfair. a lot. but I couldn’t do it. Article after article attempted a character assassination. so unable to do anything…. physical. So… the divorce killed me. who used to be “friends” with us – quote-unquote – and invite us to his New-Year’s banquets. and the whole world became out of focus for me. California’s law of 50-50 . since he knew there was no money or donations for the church.no matter what . totally ignored me when I told him that I was having difficulties and needed to talk to him. I just aged. or to start from the beginning at an age when I didn’t have the same strength or drive anymore. I have no doubts that he had the time to meet with rich people. With the vicious divorce we had. a massive . I didn’t make those sacrifices for him. Even organizations and newspapers decided that the honors they had granted me in the past were too many and undeserved.is very unfair. And as if that was not enough. The archbishop of the church. Obviously. with all the emotional. I had to face the ruthless attitude of the Armenian community in Los Angeles. he didn’t invite me to his banquets anymore. but we all know that that is not always the case.” he claimed from a position of power. I’m sure he couldn’t waste time with a poet. with a check in their hands.
or I needed to pay a heavy karmic debt…. and it can happen to anyone. Maybe. (Pause.Alicia Ghiragossián 541 TO THE LOVE IN MY DREAMS attack of jealousy and envy by the mediocre. and wants to repair the damage he caused. damn it. I’m so angry with myself for enjoying those dreams. by thinking about me and I am picking it up. and there is always a lesson to learn.) Unfortunately. or the illusory one. (Pause. that it bothers me. a total poltergeist. but he is so frequently in my dreams.) I went through hell. Maybe it’s a . as you prefer to define this life. and think that maybe he is causing them. (With extreme. Then. But there was not much I could do then. What is really a mystery to me is why he permanently comes into my dreams.) Well. The fact is that I went through hell. that I am in touch with the essence of love. And there is so much emotion in his eyes. Or perhaps it’s my higher self or subconscious mind reminding me that love itself is not dead. It seems Saturn controlled my astrological chart in those years. who knows? Maybe I had to go through all that experience for my own good. back to the real world. I don’t think about him during my waking hours. He comes repented. I didn’t know it was so deep and harmful until lately. Omar didn’t even know the kind of bad karma he created for himself! And my Jenny suffered so much! I’m so sorry for her. consciously knowing I’m not interested in him anymore. Perhaps it’s only my wish…. contained emotion. and. The gifts of life come mixed. I analyze the reason of my dreams. that’s life. He acts as being in love all over again.
People’s feelings are above a piece of paper.) Hey! I know you must be around now. Not for him. should I go to see him? (She takes from the folder a funeral announcement – on one side. let me tell you what my conflict is today. I couldn’t care less about that. or my next life? Who knows! Many times I thought: “What if he wants to come back?” But I immediately reacted against the idea. why don’t you help me decide? Do you want me at your funeral or not? We are going to meet on the other side anyway. of sensing happiness in his arms. not for anybody. So. (Visibly conflicted. the one facing the audience. What am I supposed to do? Do I have the right to go… or rather. I cannot betray my nature. Did I tell you he re-married?.) Now that you heard my story. Come on. Yet there was still this enigma. I could never be a stereotype. Maybe I’m being trained for my next love. I had my periods of hating him. Good for them. this puzzling feeling of real love in my dreams. empty. if we are going to eventually forgive each other in the celestial realm. and I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to. and I felt emotionally confused. there is a full page picture of Omar. I heard they had a peaceful relationship. lonely. forgiving him. without passion things can be peaceful. missing him. I knew then it was all over. tortuous fantasy. Of course.Alicia Ghiragossián 542 TO THE LOVE IN MY DREAMS sign I will find love again. Like a Stepford marriage. give me a sign if you want me in your funeral or not. until I saw him at Jenny’s wedding. I hope you don’t plan to hold grudges there. I couldn’t be happy with him. . forgetting him. I knew it was crazy. I couldn’t trust men. it wouldn’t be proper. handicapped. why not try to start now. It was a really sad.
I’ll be out in a few minutes. I guess I knew it all along. (She is extremely excited. .) I bought these beautiful roses for him but I don’t know what to do. (Pause. Only that can make me happy. but you saw what happened. surprised. in harmony with higher laws.K. and for a few seconds stares at the picture on the floor.) Hi love! (Pause. Just blow the horn. over the lamp table. my God. That’s why today I want closure. where it was. but it’s up to me. I’m going. Sometimes you are in a dark tunnel for a long time and. I’m coming. Each day I’m not happy I feel I’m literally wasting my life.) Well.) Can you believe I don’t know yet.) (She picks up the photograph from the floor and places it back on top of the folder. (She is still excited. Are you leaving now? (Pause. and she smells the roses. I want to be at peace with myself.) As you see. In fact I’m ready. so you don’t need to park the car. Audrey notices It.Alicia Ghiragossián 543 TO THE LOVE IN MY DREAMS (She leaves the picture on top of the letter’s folder. you see the light at the end. and you know what is the right thing to do. if there is such a thing as closure after death.) I’ve decided. we have a few more minutes to talk.) You know what? I’m coming. I’m shaking. all of a sudden. and Audrey picks it up knowing it’s Jenny. (Suddenly Omar’s picture falls down to the floor. I want to be right in the eyes of God. Oh. the right thing for your heart. I cannot make up my mind. Jenny says I don’t have to. I’m not sure I should go. I was supposed to get a feedback from you. I’m sure. (The phone rings again.) O. and you start seeing the signs. (She sends a kiss. Bye.) Yes.
(Touched. but nothing can be a better justification than feelings. you have to listen to it. (Then she goes to pick up the vase with the roses and takes it to the bar. but I’ll take these last minutes to tell you something. And I feel like respecting his memory. (A horn is heard from the outside. I will not see you again. (She pauses with a thinking expression. deep from your heart. (The horn is heard again. I’m leaving. It’s like respecting the love I once felt for him. and she addresses the audience again. because its voice comes from listening to your Higher Self.) That’s Jenny. then chooses a black purse and hangs it on her shoulder. You listened to me. (She goes toward the hanger. takes out the roses from the water. And you deserve them more than anybody else. I don’t know if you’ll agree with me. from the . looking into the mirror.) Tonight you have been my best friends. then she takes a hat and puts it on. but I thank you so much for sharing this moment with me. and I love you. and dries out the stems with the small towel over the counter.) I need cellophane paper for this. The heart should always be the main ruler. while the background music plays “Nessun dorma!” track #15. The love I felt in my dreams. she takes a black jacket and puts it on. I have to go now.) You know what? On second thought I don’t think I will need these roses. I have the feeling that very soon I’ll experience a divine intervention.Alicia Ghiragossián 544 TO THE LOVE IN MY DREAMS So.) I’m ready to start my life with a new love.
D. One of the roses falls on the floor of the stage. The song comes to its end with a grand finale. (She kisses the roses. he observes Audrey leaving. turns around and vanishes.Alicia Ghiragossián 545 TO THE LOVE IN MY DREAMS same C. While she exits running through the door on the right. Then he throws it to the audience. . throws them to the audience. she was listening when the curtains raised. pronouncing the Italian words: “Vinceró! Vinceró!” meaning “I shall win! I shall win!” The curtain falls slowly).) Thank you. and good-bye. the man comes in. and while smelling it. picks up the rose.
. Quantum Seed and TEIWAS Energy Factor. as a student of metaphysics. Author of 61volumes and creator of surprising paradoxes and metaphors. who resides in Glendale. poetry lovers and readers everywhere will look at poetry and even their own lives. Ghiragossián is one of the premier thinkers of our time. Moreover. Alicia Ghiragossián is an Argentine-American world class poet of Armenian ancestry. California. calls the poet a genius. He has no doubt that Dr. among others. Kierkegaard and Sartre. former attorney and actor.Alicia Ghiragossián 546 ABOUT THE AUTHOR ABOUT THE AUTHOR Dr. she is the only living poet whose work has been illustrated by the legendary Pablo Picasso. and philosophers such as Hegel. and the founder of the theory Metadimensional Poetry. the Poet Philosopher of the New Millennium. As if God were challenging us for greatness. the author. Blake and Shakespeare. He considers her theories conscience-changing. and he believes they will revolutionize the way academicians. Rumi. she raises the bar of creation for creators of all times. in his magnificent study. she dives into powerful concepts outlining the existence of Soul DNA. She is the goddess of universal love and the spiritual alchemist who creates timeless and spaceless new realities through her metadimensions. by Robert Danielak. Gibran. The analysis ultimately joins her work with poets of the stature of Neruda. In the book Alicia G.
President of the United States of America. an “Honorary Citizen” of that country. Her work is the recipient of several awards and hundreds of endorsements. DR. BARACK OBAMA. her bronze bust is placed at the National Museum of Art and Literature of Armenia. at present. Tango icon Astor Piazzolla has composed music for her poetry and. and I would like to add my support… THE DALAI LAMA. Ghiragossián has been awarded the title of “Honorary Doctor” by the National Academy of Sciences of Armenia and she is. OSCAR ARIAS SANCHEZ.D. as well. 2008. Profound and lovely poetry. Her work has been translated into seven languages. as well as the subject of a Ph. thesis at the University of San Pablo. President of Costa Rica. 2005. Books like this [Peace Quantum] contribute towards the spread of peace in the world. . Nobel Peace Laureate.Alicia Ghiragossián 547 ABOUT THE AUTHOR Dr. I wish you all the best in your future endeavors. Governor of New Mexico. 2005. 2008. Ghiragossián is included in 25 books and two encyclopedias and has taught a Modern Poetry Workshop at UCLA. Soaring and timeless poetry. Brazil. BILL RICHARDSON. Nobel Peace Laureate.
Poems which do not have their pair in our rich and secular Armenian chants. Pulitzer Prize Laureate. Without any doubt. 1976. the greatest Armenian poet of the XXth century. INTERNET REVIEW. 1980. BARUYR SEVAG. 2005. 1967. one of the greatest Armenian poets of the XXth century. . Alicia is a great talent. EDUARD MORTIMER. 1979. Armenia. Her work is that of a mystic. LOS ANGELES JOURNAL. a very profound poet. one of the greatest Armenian poets of the XXth century. SILVA GABOUDIKIAN. 2005. Armenia. both inspiring and moving.Alicia Ghiragossián 548 ABOUT THE AUTHOR A wonderful collection of poems. Communications Director of United Nations. Tapping into the frequencies that affect human behavior and can change the universe. Armenia. Great admiration for Alicia Ghiragossián. with a soaring quality that evokes cathedrals. beautiful poetry. WILLIAM SAROYAN. Beautiful. Ghiragossián is a profound. 2005. USA. HOVANNES SHIRAZ.
God has expressed His opinion. French poet of international fame. . 1967. He has given her in huge amounts. KEVORK EMIN. a comet.Alicia Ghiragossián 549 ABOUT THE AUTHOR About Alicia. the good times of poetry. Armenia. 1980. one of the greatest Armenian poets of the XXth century. She is one of the most talented poets of Armenia and the Diaspora. JACQUES PREVERT. Alicia Ghiragossián. a sun.
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