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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 .
253 Government of America But how to repeat You claimed idealism You said you had a reason You cannot even accept Speeches…..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 ..
.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 . ARTSAKH (2006)……….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.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. 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? .
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 .
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)…………. It is both We have lived much I know it.
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)………...462 Introduction 463 I am writing your name 465 .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)……………………………………………..
..515 ABOUT THE AUTHOR………………………....546 ..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)…..484 Love in Buenos Aires 485 Offices for God 501 TO THE LOVE IN MY DREAMS (1987)…….
She started writing in Spanish at the age of fourteen. Presta and Le Parc. the Armenian and the American. For many years the Armenian people have believed that there is a place in the world reserved for our literature. and we could say it has a stamp of permanence. 2010. where she resides at present. Her voice is indisputably distinct and fresh. Hence. We have had great poets in our history and Ghiragossián joins their legacy of significance and beauty. it reaches to sixty one books. particularly for the work of one of our most beloved poets: Alicia Ghiragossián. there is an imprint of three cultures in her trilingual production: the Argentine. Almost simultaneously a selection of her poems . she has been drawn by the imposition of her blood. our culture is millenary and our poetry rich. of modern classicism. a blood that followed her to the United States of America. Background Born in Argentina. Fontana. 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. where her parents found refuge escaping from genocide. Petorutti. Although Armenia is a small country. … I’m afraid to ask for God as language is silent.Alicia Ghiragossián 21 COMPLETE WORKS INTRODUCTION I’m going through matter I’m being freed and dissolved behind the signs. At present.
write in more than one language and Alicia is one of them.” Subsequently. When her first book in Armenian was published in Yerevan it was an instant best seller and she became an overnight legend. During the last four decades we have been nourished. In Argentina. provoking a change in them at a cellular level. And many composers. Russian and Swedish. her manuscripts and bronze bust were kept at the National Museum of Art and Literature of Armenia. Newspapers that published a new poem of hers would be sold for twenty times its original price. she graduated from the University of Buenos Aires as an attorney. artists sculpted her bust and painted her portrait. Persian. yet she always pursued arts and literature. There was a whirlwind in the field of poetry at all levels and a legion of admirers and followers of her work was born. Her works have been published in Italian. Some medical doctors in Armenia have stated that her recorded voice. Inspired by her poetry.Alicia Ghiragossián 22 COMPLETE WORKS translated into Armenian appeared in the literature vault of Soviet Armenia. enriched and deepened by her poetry. For this reason. Her poems were read and sung all over the country. In the history of literature there are few authors who. They state that her voice and poetry have healing powers. Alicia is in the hearts of our people. The media echoed her creations and announced the birth of a star. a black market for poetry was created in that country. like Kahlil Gibran. They called her poetry “a monumental cross stone. such as internationally . She constantly wrote poetry and performed as a stage actress. Perhaps for the first time in universal history. miracle poetry” and “a phenomenon. from factory workers to academicians. reading her poems. has a soothing and mesmerizing effect in their patients. which we consider to be one of the highest calibers in our literature. Greek and French and have also been translated into Portuguese.
schools. by the voice of her sensitive soul and by her boundless imagery. In 1993. in Literature. given lectures at universities in various countries and participated in world congresses. her work was the subject of a thesis for a Ph. embodying in her suggestions a light that transcends time. Around that time. Ghiragossián was our official guest for an entire month. composed music inspired by her poetry in 1969. In fact. construction of inner rhythm. Brazil.Alicia Ghiragossián 23 COMPLETE WORKS acclaimed Argentine tango icon Astor Piazzolla. it was not possible to satisfy them all. elimination of rhymes. at the University of San Pablo. where she formulated the equation of metaphors and advocated freedom from old rules.D. In Armenia. mixed with the nostalgia of the old times when Alicia’s poems took root in their hearts. In October of 2005. universities and writers’ unions in two countries. Alicia Ghiragossián discards external landscape descriptions. You could detect . Students. professors and authorities conveyed their admiration through speeches. she founded the meta-dimensional school of poetry. she only visited a few schools and a couple of universities: Yerevan State University and Urartu University. Her landscapes are those of the soul. Her impact is enormous and indelible. since 1967 is heavily inspired and influenced by the wording and style of her multi-thematic work. Ghiragossián has conducted workshops in Modern Poetry at UCLA. On every occasion the warmest feelings were expressed. synthesis and economy of expression and the abolition of anecdotal discourses or rhetorical proclamations. Dr. poetry written in Armenian. many cultural institutions. receptions and staging her poetry. on occasion of the publication of her Complete works in Armenian by our Academy. invited our poet for encounters and readings. She is also into essence and depth and favors suggestion over declaration. Armenia and Artsakh. the mind and the heart. Time-wise. Knowing of her presence.
Ibarbourou and Saroyan have praised the beauty of her verses… and Picasso has illustrated her work. whom they have admired for decades. the Prime Minister and the President of the Nation. Recognitions Dr. It was touching to see how honored they felt having the surprise visit of our poet. International giants like Prevert. received her in private audience. In Artsakh she was honored by the writers’ union and the military troops. They even knew by heart many of her verses and would repeat them with the feelings of their first reading. She had a successful reading at a main theater starting and ending with a standing ovation. In minutes they would cover their table with all kinds of foods and drinks and Armenian dance music would start. just like in all her appearances. endorsement and admiration of several world icons and Nobel Peace Laureates. They would open their homes and hearts to receive us. 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. Perhaps in his eyes she had the uncommon ability to dissect the soul through words the same way the artist severed his images. such as His Holiness the 14th Dalai Lama. one has to be ready for constant emotional encounters. framed by an enthusiastic session of autographs and pictures.Alicia Ghiragossián 24 COMPLETE WORKS tears in the hundreds of people surrounding her and asking for her autograph. in Armenia. John Hume and Dr. . the Minister of Culture. Moreover. Oscar Arias Sanchez. Ghiragossián has won the respect. Those memories are living miracles. I learned then that to be with Alicia Ghiragossián.
In the United States of America a significant number of articles and reviews appeared highlighting her “extraordinary creative talent. motherhood. as well as Argentine artists who illustrated her work: Urruchúa. Tálice. Koremblit and many others. her roots. Bruzzone. There is an ever present quest for love in the folds of her verses. It has a universal range. Tiempo. because it is transcendental. Her spectrum is wide and goes from a metaphysical and contemplative perspective to the frustration for the loss of peace. her voice is not local. She is definitely against wars and dictatorships and has no tolerance for injustice. Her inspiration reminds us of the passion flowing in Johann Wolfgang von Goethe’s works. My child did not go to war. I have not lost anyone. Petit de Murat. Emin and Kaputikian. Nothing escapes her eyes. among others… In many ways. Themes and Philosophy Her vision of the world and her connection with the universe make Alicia Ghiragossián as multifaceted as a kaleidoscope. Although attached to her Armenian roots.” including the Los Angeles Journal and the Book Wire Review. For that reason. Argentine writers have also expressed their amazement toward her work: Borges. a love that outspreads to peace. truth and spiritual beauty.Alicia Ghiragossián 25 COMPLETE WORKS Her work has been admired by legendary poets of Armenia: Shiraz. Policastro and Grandi. her work has resonated in the hearts of her readers and has earned hundreds of testimonials. But haven’t I truly . as if she channels the spirits of the great poets and philosophers in history. and her heart doesn’t stand indifferent to anything. Ghiragossián is considered the last bastion of the Armenian Renaissance in poetry. Her fervor to create peace and unify the people of our planet is noteworthy. Sevak.
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 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 . We have to bury the bombs and tie the demons until the hatred of sub-men is dissolved.
emotional or psychological damages suffered by survivors and their descendants since. written with freshness of style and lyricism. They offer a blend of intellect and emotion. They are masterpieces. 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. Our literature is extensive on this subject. be that physical. Sometimes it seems as though everything has already been said. Being a child of survivors of genocide and belonging to a generation born with lacerations.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. “the soul is not less important than the body. has grasped the roots and essence of our people and has reflected in the Armenian tear the suffering of the entire cosmos. …And vibe upon vibe go beyond this galaxy to gather every being around a master wish and sing. as she says. she has given voice to the victims. she had the need to address that pain. passionate verses. particularly genocide and its consequences. but her verses manage to pronounce the unpronounced. In them. with a rare creative seal.” They are deep. traumas and psychic wounds inherited at a molecular level. She has a visceral reaction against any injustice.
… Dense furies are hardening in my throat. Stand up! Stand up within my soul so I can cover the burning ice of the world with my warm breath.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. … 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 . I want to shout. … Thousands of screams thundering through time are carved here. The rage of the universe crushing the light is condensed here.
You will be able to unfold your lungs . She chanted the Armenian reality from the creation of its alphabet to the tragic happenings of the last century. No one has reconciled the concept of identity with that of belonging like her: I was aware of you to be aware of me.Alicia Ghiragossián 29 COMPLETE WORKS of the earth and compose the loudest song to deafen the explosions. She echoed the resistance of her people. some ten years before Alex Haley did it among the Americans. 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. Her rebellions and prophesies bear the spirit of Kahlil Gibran. aims and hopes. 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. identified with its struggles against oppression and shared their dreams. Ghiragossián has unburied and recreated the concept of roots among the Armenians. … I met you through my blood.
Yes. * …The throne of anti-silence has been registered with courage. 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. * …The codes have exploded! They say that claims will be heard and a different law will renew the rusted justice. .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.
And because she writes with love and identification. Her work breathes metaphysical truth. We are the cells of the same body of existence. We have graduated with honors from all the universities of pain slavery deportation rape massacre and now earthquake heartquake soulquake. we share the same bio-energetic field and we are assembled in the same Collective Mind of the universe. … …And I go back to my half-life where the sun shines cloudlessly with sarcasm. as well. She is convinced that no matter what faith we profess. the pain caused by the pulverizing earthquake. her poetry reflects. no matter what is the color of our skin. her verses are on the lips of the people and remain in their hearts and souls as a treasure of historical reflections. And I decide to pick up its rays to weave a cover so I can softly warm the frozen hopes of my people. nobody is a child of a lesser god. . a pain she deeply shared: We have become experts.Alicia Ghiragossián 31 COMPLETE WORKS Do not execute the old verdicts! Now the judges will be judged! In addition.
her expressions often go beyond the informational value of the words. For that reason. whether at a conscious or a subconscious level. as if her mind was aligned with a higher intelligence. creating a connection that is bonding. 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. Every premonition is a memory of whatever has already been decided. The energy present in those messages links with the energy of the reader. In Alicia’s verses. She delves into metaphysics. it is obvious that her spiritual discourse does not come through knowledge but through the channels of her soul. in touch with other realms of existence. When space gets filled up with love we shall be the creators of light and accomplish the impossible. Her universe-made reality is vibrant and prophetic. . And the beginning is only the shadow of the total truth. When silence goes beyond sound we shall be revealed.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.
This poet has mastered.Alicia Ghiragossián 33 COMPLETE WORKS * Everything will change. the esoteric phenomena after death: I can feel the disintegration of my vanity and the transformation of my ego.. as well. and probably learn who or what gave me the strength to accept the puzzle of destiny and make a difference.” She describes. I might finally meet the Great Equalizer.. As a critic said. The mirrors will resign to reflect images… … A new dawn will announce the dethroned and the reign of truth will inaugurate the always. “One gets surprised that words can bear such an uncontrollable force under the sensitive pen of the poet. the art of confession: … I chose poetry as a hideaway from the polluted world . One gets surprised that so much depth and so many sublime feelings can be expressed by common words when they come together. The surprise will surprise itself. with the power of a William Blake.
She scrutinizes thoughts with a magnifying lens. thoughts and feelings can be detected as energy. In them. yet she delivers her observations with powerful concision. her verses are sealed with a penetrating. 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. earth becomes immaterial and heaven tangible. One of her creations is the literary genre called dialogued story-poems.Alicia Ghiragossián 34 COMPLETE WORKS as a candid road for liberty. From a philosophical perspective. and poetry is blended with Platonic dialogues: -And the word? Where is the word? -Look for the radiance. in which the poems embody a story. earnest truth. Loyalty to illusion was a way to search for truth. Do you see the light? -Yes. -Perhaps the word is hidden there. … I am vehemently against becoming a thing because it interrupts the internal rhythm .
Alicia Ghiragossián 35 COMPLETE WORKS of the universe. the thinker poet of Islam. 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. is resurrected: Sometimes I am bothered by those words I do not pronounce . it feels as if Rumi.
* I have seen that words have a soul and they travel straight to another soul. * The only immortal . 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. No doubt the prismatic view in her paradoxes is thought provoking: Peace is frozen disarticulated indigent and has lost its awareness of being. 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. Peace has lost its own peace.
* Prayers that remain unanswered do hurt me. … …And God was barefoot.. 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. How are Yours.Alicia Ghiragossián 37 COMPLETE WORKS is the time to die. at times with reverence. she interviews God as if in a monologue with her own soul. at others with rebellion. . praying or exposing her vulnerability as a human being in permanent struggle. Regarding her mysticism.. In her consummate style. a writer commented that she has the gift of humanizing the divine and divinizing the human. where to be in contact with the sacred is a spiritual rather than religious connection. Her work often enters that timeless domain. 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 .And I rearranged my bedroom. There is greatness in her verses: …And God entered my bedroom without slippers.
* Hope. in the power of faith. She believes in positive energy. 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 the firm determination of creating and recreating destiny.Alicia Ghiragossián 38 COMPLETE WORKS link with mine. She attains to define the indefinable.” She is also the poet of hope.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. in modifying the script of our own life movie: I call for that hope Lord untouched by doubts which dehydrate my dreams. … And what is life if not an endless monologue walking toward death? . 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 ..
* I want to seduce the future mesmerize it reach the cherished cloud and share the miracles. depicting a unique spiritual insight to the physical presence of the child. And fly and fly.. They are metaphysical. In her poems of motherhood. mystical dialogues of unparallel depth.Alicia Ghiragossián 39 COMPLETE WORKS and heavens are ready to welcome our unused breath. establishing a soul connection with the child. She describes the mother from within. For the first time in the history of poetry. These poems are an esoteric communication with the spirit of the unborn child.. 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 . Here she enters into an altogether different dimension. 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. who is destined to give life to the mother. she creates an eternal bond between mother and child that goes beyond the physical frontiers. she declares that the child is the one who gives life to the mother.
I the child you the mother. … 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. . 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.Alicia Ghiragossián 40 COMPLETE WORKS with the energy to create life… * Without knowing you I recognize you without touching you I embrace you. … I saw you and recognized at once the new beginning of my own self.
In that frequency we can encounter the souls of Shakespeare. When defining or conveying love. Gibran. Blake and all the romantics in contact with Divine Love. the most transcendental phenomenon. Neruda. Lovers restore eternity. The opposite of love is not just dis-love but death itself. Beyond death. letting them step into the dimensions of the soul where eternity is harbored. The day I depart do not believe in my absence.” Love is the genius of existence. it is the ultimate philosophy of life.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. love is more than a feeling. For her. “the genius of existence. her verses vibrate in a higher frequency and have a resonance that infect the readers. Rumi. who express the kind of altitude and depth that is only shared by the chosen ones who exalt and deify love: . All this power comes from love. Beyond life. Alicia Ghiragossián is the poet of love. … …Remember always that my love for you is beyond words.
They identified with her brand of love as an invitation to enter ecstasy. And half never means half but a perfect two like a tear drop cut exactly in the middle. Alicia Ghiragossián is a legend for us. We have heard innumerable stories of lovers. You and I the universe. since her books were sold out. often handwritten in a notebook. And many became addicted: A heart in love conceals strange arithmetic. We grew up with her poetry. * I don’t know if love . who were not captivated by her poetry and did not know by heart many of her verses. It was the cell that multiplied among mine and programmed in my blood the connection with infinity. You and I inseparable one.Alicia Ghiragossián 42 COMPLETE WORKS …His voice was music composed in a paradise of chosen gods. in Armenia. who escape out of town with only Alicia’s love poems. Two never means two but a perfect one. It was difficult to find Armenians in love. particularly from the late 60’s to the late 80’s.
Love is not a chemical formulation . Reading her lines we believe that love is the magical influence to purify.Alicia Ghiragossián 43 COMPLETE WORKS is the falling or the rising to madness. the source of true happiness. elevate and recreate the being. made of particles of light. Open arms are the prologue of a hug. the path for the alchemical miracle to metamorphose the impure into the pure. Open arms are the sign of freedom but they are also the design of a hurting Christ. 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. Perhaps both in ordered symbiosis… * True love does not allow interruptions. No doubt she also knows of pain: I received love with open arms and they remained open. transport. We are convinced it is the key to open the roads to an elevated state of being.
It is a you and an I beyond a plural touching a time without boundaries. Her mission is to resurrect the lost love for poetry by adding sound to it.” Conclusion There is no doubt that Alicia Ghiragossián is profoundly idealistic. her merits are not only in her most subtle ideas. through her readings. the shallowness. the Alpha and Omega…of everything. the game of interests. because she believes that poetical expressions are powerful and their energy is directly .Alicia Ghiragossián 44 COMPLETE WORKS where the attraction occurs in the rhythm of the blood… where two people survive in their own substance. She intends to bring back the Renaissance of poetry. injustice and wars. the corrosion of envy and other human weaknesses and brings a new scope through her perceptions. isolation. fear. We have to inject this concept en all relationships. It is the alchemy of a miracle where souls fuse in the encounter. the final seal. feelings and perceptions. However. And she comments: Humanity needs to understand the weight of love. so to attain a peaceful and joyful life on earth. It is the universe of a huge us. or her talent to express them. She rebels against the corruption in society. Her verdict is final: love is the supreme code. the vanities. She is the poet who understands that the lack of love in the world opens the roads of pain.
They inspire introspection into those issues that are substantial for a harmonious global existence. a valuable contribution to enhance the purpose and value of life. We have no doubt that the creation of Alicia Ghiragossián is a gift to the people of the world. Women like her.Alicia Ghiragossián 45 COMPLETE WORKS captured by the soul. make the history of the spirit possible. Armenia . ABGAR APINIAN Professor of literature and literary critic. Countless literary experts agree: this poet is an extraordinary phenomenon. which grows in refinement under the influence of poetry that elevates you.
her emotions. She not only says more with much less. intuitions. She eliminates explanations and dehydrates the additional wording to condense the expression and widen her vision. 3.Alicia Ghiragossián 46 COMPLETE WORKS TWO WORDS As I wrote in my book Alicia G. be them skies. Since this volume is a Complete Work. 2. thoughts. Her talent for metaphors is amazing. but she opens an entirely new outlook. Ghiragossián. sunsets. rivers or mountains. She masters the expression with an extraordinary power of concision and synthesis. new realities and conscience. with meta-dimensions. by the depth of her essential being. Then we need to classify them and use a good set of spotlights to highlight what is relevant and unique. by the philosophy of her mind. and metaphysical presence. It is flooded. extraordinary metaphors and images seen with a sequence of angled mirrors. thus creating a suggestion or a fascinating metaphor that invite us to think or feel more profoundly. Her landscapes are those of the soul created by the paintings of her imagination. such as the poetry of Dr. We are surprised by the most simple and beautiful combination of words to convey a captivating thought. beliefs and dreams. Therefore. Nothing bucolic or pastoral. which gives stature to her work. that the poetry of Alicia Ghiragossián is full of feelings. With magnetic attraction those . The Poet-Philosopher of the New Millennium. to summarize a gigantic work. refracted like the rays of the sun and collected in our souls. as well. requires a sharp scalpel to separate the main components of her creation. We don’t find a single photograph of a beautiful landscape in nature. I consider it proper to underline her singular style and groundbreaking theories in a very abridged manner. STYLE 1.
Her biggest argument is that a . it is poetry of essences. are suggested with a phenomenological effect. her metaphors are literary relics. Her work is destined to last. she brings new definitions to understand better the oldest of concepts. Her work is destined to endure. 8. subtly hidden in the folds of the words. Most thoughts.Alicia Ghiragossián 47 COMPLETE WORKS metaphors invite us to enter into them. 6. for that reason. Observing with magnifying lenses. There are no stories. She addresses our conscious mind. or the case of the dialogued story-poems. No doubt. There is no use of rhymes. the expression becomes cosmic. The only exceptions are the epic poems of historic character. instead of being laid out. 4. She never chooses two abstract or two concrete elements. rather one abstract and one concrete one. There are no anecdotes in her poetic discourses. to become part of our subconscious mind. particularly in the presence of greatness and divinity. Automatically. into the secret combination of tangible and intangible elements. Suggestion grants to the text the flexibility needed to be adapted to changes in different periods. The savvy thinker finds countless sub-messages. a new dimension and consciousness is created. but a harmonious and seductive internal rhythm. we can discover that those elements are opposed. Her expression is occasionally colloquial. This balance is parallel to the universe and. a new consciousness is created. 9. yet her metadimensional style lets her messages reach subliminal levels. She puts them together with such an art that a new viewpoint. And even then. But we find no commonplaces to flatten the expressions. behind the expressions or in the blanks of the spaces. 7. With direct diction and elimination of obvious adjectives. An entirely different and magical world opens in front of us. 5. This means that they avoid being carbon dated and insure their permanence in Time. and be interpreted according to the rhythm and understanding that might dominate in the future.
The new theories she presents force us to think. like entering into a sacred temple. But at least we have the advantage of escaping from a world that the poet considers mostly full of dying values. into countless dimensions of perception to find out a meta-dimensional consciousness. beyond the known dimensions. She has a built-in Aladdin’s lamp in her verses to create a mood or a temperament. is there an ultimate stage of perception? Difficult to say. that of the Quantum Seed to provoke a change of consciousness at a sub-molecular level. It is an external. True messages are never captured at the surface. as much as we can grasp notions of infinity and eternity. that of our Soul DNA. layer after layer. emotions. and that of the TEIWAS Energy Factor. superficial character. So rhyme does not make the essence of a poem. so needed in all creative works. to discover and be impacted by new worlds: that of Metadimension. as much as being able to “know” the subconscious mind. We must delve indefinitely. . actions and sounds. We enter the world of essences with a microscope. synthesizer of thoughts. 10. and that is not poetry. receptor or analyzer. words. and we end up building a puzzle of newness. it breaks the element of surprise. or to become the magician of words and seduce us. yet possible. Besides.Alicia Ghiragossián 48 COMPLETE WORKS rhyme can be used in an insult. which keeps the coded imprint of our essential being. But. GROUNDBREAKING THEORIES We enter into the world of Alicia Ghiragossián. The length of the journey depends on the awareness of the reader. to convey a graceful feeling. infect with thoughts and build transparency. always limited by the boundaries of our mind. images. But that is the way to go deeper. where we need to have a sensitive soul in order to join unknown powers.
makes us introspect and realize the surprising fact of how united we all are in this universe. which takes us beyond the mere pleasure of reading. peace and love. The difference between them is that the soul. she is a reminder of what it means to be devoted to a cause and to sacrifice in order to fulfill the . change. Meta-dimension is a new seal and generation of poetry that opens up new consciousness within readers. but beyond the known dimensions. which makes her work a testament to the power of expansion of words. and the laws of karma. I have visited that beyond. history. It creates infinity. as a subtle substance has a higher frequency and belongs to a different dimension. as well. who have changed our perceptions. emotions. SUMMARY We cannot help but be amazed by this new world. We are one. tragedy. We impact each other with our thoughts. actions and sounds. Her Quantum Seed theory defines how the sheer essence of poetry has the phenomenological power to penetrate the reader on a sub-atomic level. It does not only mean beyond words. We are together. her seal of surprising expressions and her inspirational energy. connecting us all with its energy network. words. The TEIWAS Energy Factor. philosophers. to being etherized and transported on the wings of a romantic creation. thus changing our consciousness and the world. scientists and saints. Staying true to herself. thinkers. provoking a constant expansion.Alicia Ghiragossián 49 COMPLETE WORKS All her work is full of her signature. through time. with as many dimensions as the imagination of the readers can forge. impacting the body DNA as well as the Soul DNA. Ghiragossián has definitely found the formula of a creation that gives a timeless and spaceless stamp to the expression. images. That “beyond” is the same one inhabited by great poets. She has blessed me with a lifetime of hope. She is the epitome of a soul who stands adamant and complete in the face of all adversity.
I have come to the conclusion that she is the alchemist of the spirit. We read in the Holy Bible the illuminating Sermon on the Mount pronounced by Jesus Christ. Her language is the ultimate means to let us enter the currents of growth. those who can open the doors to new and purifying realities. In her case. and her true message. to be devoted to her Armenian ancestry. powerful and influential. is the secret to unlock the multiple secrets of existence. and to be changed by love. in order to enter new dimensions.Alicia Ghiragossián 50 COMPLETE WORKS ends of that devotion. regarding those blessed souls who shall see God. If we characterize the poetry of Dr. . never to go back. Ghiragossián’s body of work is a total validation of that statement. for eternity. feel the vibrations of unseen existences and access the pathways to unknown dimensions. These realities whirl around our heads and we lose our earthly selves. 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. those who help our imagination fly. receive their messages from the cleanest sources of creation. She enters our soul. ROBERT DANIELAK. I would like to expand his list. expand their consciousness and acquire wisdom. Alicia Ghiragossián as deep. USA. and share them to enrich humankind. including those creators and artists who connect with certain divine energies. and to the power of words to change the world. to her poetry. and enter into new realities. and those who help shape and reset our lives for a better destiny. we are somehow describing just a few facets of a multifaceted diamond. convincing us that it is time for a spiritual change. and nourish our soul energy. a phenomenon that belongs to timeless and spaceless dimensions. Her unique voice is a link to those souls yearning to be nourished and connected with truth.
How are Yours.INTERVIEW WITH GOD I Prayers that remain unanswered do hurt me. my Lord? To whom do You pray? .
When I’m full of passion. fears. and when depression controls me. expressions of vibrations. I act pink and I write pink. I define poetry as life itself within its micromacrocosmic dimension. but it doesn’t pretend to be just an interview. So. monologues directed to God. my glasses become pink. dialogues with the self and trips with words. object of introspection. with lenses that change color according to their mood. diagrams of dreams. the chief obstacle to introspection is the fact that the phenomena. colors vanish and landscapes are gray. openings and closings of wounds. When I’m sad. it is a mass of questions. perceived sensorially or extrasensorially. my life gets vibrant on a red wave. thought or felt. prayers. so I can convey my visions. and they can share everything I have seen. more often and with greater intensity. Whether they notice it or not. through the uncommon scope of a soul chosen to create with words. experiences. complaints. and share with you some of my insights.Alicia Ghiragossián 52 INTERVIEW WITH GOD I INTROSPECTION As was pointed out by Kant. My mood creates the colors and subjects of my poetry. do not hold this introspection against me if things are modified in the future. confessions. intuitions. I hope to take my readers to that special tunnel that conducts them to my universe. This book is called Interview with God. while I’m writing it. For instance. the gray gets intolerably darker. I can only assure that it is valid in this instant. when I feel romantic. are liable to profound modification by the act of introspection itself. I think pink. please. but an intense shade. people have permanent virtual eye glasses. In theory. it is more than that. So. pleas. . I am regularly asked what motivates me to write and how I do it. and I observe that almost everything is tinted pink. When you are a poet at heart this happens faster. I’ll try to dissect the process of creation as I see it.
I started in the beginning of 1980. a particle of hope into their hopelessness. the seed of evolution of the spirit.Alicia Ghiragossián 53 INTERVIEW WITH GOD I Personally. the vehicle to happiness. meaningful existence. illuminated and apprehended through words. Thoughts and feelings are not abstractions. We must read them. or a refinement into their feelings. but the entire structure was originally conceived in Spanish. whether you write them or read them. like a mantra. And don’t be deceived. with some notes which I had scribbled in the 70’s. it is also an escape from a mad world. Some of the poems were originally written in Armenian. but also listen to them: they have a hidden sound. eliminate viruses and cure. 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. poetry is also the means to inject life into my veins. charged with divine passion. Words. which are produced in an unknown dimension. Each chapter of this volume is composed of several poems. they are pure energy. the sacred tools. 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. sometimes launched directly. chained by an expression or a silence. to build a more solid thematic architecture. a life made of truth and magic. get into the alpha wave. True poetical expressions. in my poetry. can help you relax. Words are the poet’s way to reveal us the intricate secrets of the human soul or the highest imposition of the universe: ethics. and I bottle here on Earth. the miracle antidote of pain. and a search for a transparent. I . but always taking us to a state of consciousness. As any other art. and you might often hear more than one message. because within the context of a poem words have a soul. poetry can help them permeate a sense of justice into their injustice. others in English. others forming metaphors or paradoxes. nothing but invisible matter that becomes the genesis of new roads. When people have a minimum empathy toward words. a means to protect mental and spiritual sanity. They can clean.
but I polished it in this country. as a tourist. which I exteriorize as they come. have an American child. Besides. I wrote the first volumes of my poetry in Spanish. And that is how I ended up writing in three languages. According to a mysterious law. and later on. I also respond to the imposition of my blood. the Armenian influence was unavoidable. one of the languages takes over. I am frequently asked what language I think in. idea or vibration. I came to the United States of America during the early seventies. and I frequented both the Argentine and the Armenian schools. my childhood belongs there and my adolescence was molded there. My parents came from a region called Van in the ancient land of Armenia. with all its historical greatness and tragedy. I believe I don’t think in a rational way. and I revised the entire text in 2010. But it seems that destiny had reserved for me a third language: English. perhaps because some expressions are more precise or sound better in . It was probably written in the archives of my soul that a third tool was to be given to me for creation. or emotions. The Argentine was absorbed with deep imprints because I was born in Argentina. as well as part of my adulthood. Then. circumstance. I belong to three cultures. as it happened. I had studied it for a few years and used it at my work. I felt the need to include Armenian in my creations. at the moment of creation. as dictated by the laws of DNA. And it’s mixed with languageless images.Alicia Ghiragossián 54 INTERVIEW WITH GOD I continued the work in the 90’s and the 2000’s. English was imposed upon me. the language spoken at home was Armenian. at the Indonesian Embassy in Buenos Aires. and establish my home here. I had to speak both languages. So. as a naturalized American. I never dreamed I’d be married. in the language that is triggered by a specific happening. song. I knew the language. but perhaps in an intuitive manner. and both of them probably had a direct genealogical line going back hundreds of years to that territory. after visiting the land of my ancestors.
So. Time to proof read and polish the writing will come later. somehow. the poem grows without changing a word of it. one for each language. I have seen that phenomenon with a number of my works. It is a process of transformation and adaptation within my being to reach the corners of my brain and psyche. but the thought or the feeling is one. And I must be infused with a sense of belonging when I write. their sounds and resonances and the total spectrum of meanings.Alicia Ghiragossián 55 INTERVIEW WITH GOD I that language. For instance. I sometimes recreate the original poem in the other two languages. During creation. the kind of love and intensity which brings synergy to the work. if I get nostalgic listening to a tango. because it absorbs the energy or awareness of the reader. I can bet I will write in Spanish. Different sounds and frequencies from countless experiences join within me to take me to a virgin constellation. If I’m looking at Mount Ararát. is no doubt that which registers the Armenian. 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. In that case. If I feel attracted toward an English speaking man… I am sure my emotions will become love verses in English. re-creation is equivalent to rebirth. and I float. Not only the words and the grammar of that language are registered there. with all its facets. but their total dimensions. imagination takes off. . How do you do it? Words dance around me. The musicality and value of the words occupy three distinctive wavelengths within my brain. the point of the brain that is triggered by impulse. Later on. probably the dimension where collective forces of creation are condensed. their temperaments. 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. perhaps as a direct influence of the moment or the subject.
they die . Within the scope of a unique dimension. At the moment of creation any artist is a solitary being. in order to take them out of my system. projected on the horizontal line of time or the vertical line of sensations. and I stay there. shadows. Images can materialize in front of my eyes and are translated into words. I don’t have to accept social practices of spiritual bankruptcy and exhaust myself with power games. until that segment . the poem will have some impact. giving me the urge to write. other times to a different dimension. Writing poetry is a singular process. yet conscious of my responsibility.and “I remain full of dead words. transformed into a pure soul. And that can happen instantly or I can move them around until they find their comfort zone. I know that. they corrupt.” So. so that the grotesque side of life on the planet disintegrates before my eyes. And all those pieces.Alicia Ghiragossián 56 INTERVIEW WITH GOD I All those ideas and feelings are part of my identity. They distort the words and their projections. In my kingdom I don’t have to pretend. where I don’t need to use masks. it will change something in the universe when reflected in other souls as in a mirror. The solitude of the artist is a solid mosaic of innumerable micromonologues. and sometimes roam like they’re lost in my inner labyrinth.as every ignored thing . in a way. When I write. although invisible. I bring them to life and create my own legend. Sometimes I travel to the moon. I rise up to heaven. I rule my inner kingdom. and interwoven flashes of memories. or elaborate myths with them and transform them into perceivable heavens. I am the sum of all my perceptions. If I ignore them. They are waiting for my mind to locate them. I am free. tears. But the truth is that they are not lost. My mind can create the power to soar with all that. interrupted emotions. my need to fly is often inevitable. are tangible for me. And this happens because the connection established between the soul of the poet and the images created in the soul of the reader. lights. engenders a new energy. through meditation or visualization.
which is more intelligent and authentic than my conscious mind because things are captured there without limits. cross out the unneeded adjectives. similar to what happens with my child. At times I bleed in the process. Other times. I feel that someday. No doubt. which is limited. That is the reason why they can be addictive. Besides the soul insufflated by the poet. or take a round-trip to the supernatural. and exercises its freedom. going back and forth several times over the blanks between those verses. and from time to time will be replayed. I cannot control it. It simply happens. a sound. and continue accumulating experiences. and clean the energy stream. Whatever gives life has life. Whether flying or diving. independent from my knowledge. until I see those verses take life. or rest on a cloud touching the refracted colors of a rainbow. like a person. instead of flying. . the imperative to write is overpowering. to assume my tangible self. The poem ends up standing on its own. place the strong expressions or messages at the end. I write the poem penetrating into the verses. for which I am deeply grateful. it will also belong to someone else. polish the rhythm. a movement. be recorded in other memories. Perhaps someone might detect the ether I leave in them to suggest my intentions. I just dive into myself to rediscover what is registered in my sub-conscience. where conclusions belong. as much as the poem is mine. they possess a form. poems are living entities because they give life. The poems dedicated to me and the letters of admiration I receive are a validation of my work. Then. I relocate verses.Alicia Ghiragossián 57 INTERVIEW WITH GOD I of my mission to create is accomplished. a melody… Sensitive people can feel the poems are materialized energy that can provoke chemical reactions. eliminate them. I work. The verses will enter other minds. I come down to earth. stretch or condense them. or I soothe my wounds. I have met many people addicted to my poetry. capture other hearts.
Its impulse comes from a divine breath. or to generate peace. and tell me if life has not been beautified and elevated since then. a mixture of inspiration. get into the veiled corners of a metaphor and visit a world that is only yours. and recognize truth. Picasso and Dali. And all of that contributes to the transformation of our soul DNA. or to describe a different reality. Gandhi and Dalai Lama. Mozart and Bach. And it does. And there are as many worlds created as the number of readers. Why? To achieve a higher truth and beautify human life. to break static molds of habits. Occasionally they ask me: Why does poetry exist? My answer is simple: Because it cannot but exist. and you can make them your own. we can go above and below. California . because only you know the location and geography of the place where my tear joins your lost dream. without Buddha and Jesus. vision. the way of thinking and feeling. Newton and Einstein. Perhaps thus. to have a glimpse of mystery. Alicia Ghiragossián. Glendale. That is the power of creation. and without the thousand other masters who paraded through history. Go twenty five hundred years back. Simple words to remind us of what we know. to a world without Plato and Aristotle. in someone searching for something. to elevate the self to a meaningful awareness. idealism and dreams. Shakespeare and Goethe. justice. beauty and love. You can travel within them. somehow. We can read them with a magnifying or reducing lens. to change the world. until they inspire us to reach the core of our own self. Dr. Pythagoras and Jung. we could accomplish a change and make a difference somewhere. inside and out of the words and the spaces between them. Its aim is to transform. which is nothing else but the embodiment of a dynamic process. love you (which happens when you love them). hug you. around. And all this magic is done through words.Alicia Ghiragossián 58 INTERVIEW WITH GOD I Poems can touch you.
God As waiting for life. Prayers that remain unanswered do hurt me. 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 . Thank You for listening to my call and appearing. As waiting for the ineffable. my Lord? To whom do You pray? * I I knew it from the moment I invoked 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 . 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. How are Yours.
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. * Now tears do not have an alphabet and the essence assumes unity. . 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. With the innocent and primal tremor of the lost child. There is a substantial whiteness that penetrates the skin to melt the inner shadows. And I tremble. * There is a symphony concentrated in each one of the syllables You pronounce. The awareness becomes essence.
I have things to tell You for centuries. Don’t leave. I have to escape to fuse my own self with the accords of purity and truth. I was waiting for You. * Today I hug You again. I mean… I promise to stay. I thought You were far away God because the weight of life thickens distances and even though You are present I cannot find You. 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 have to run away to meet You.Alicia Ghiragossián 61 INTERVIEW WITH GOD I Hello. You are always close.
* 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 . There . Paradise is ours. * 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.
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. I will send my voice to Your universe .God and I will wait for the signs of Your final answer. Invade our beings with its essence so we can reject the ancestors of evil. You who shape infinity and schedule our finite lives help us detect the origin of truth. *** .
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 . 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. I told him: We could not build a higher tower of loneliness than the exact center where his tears link with mine. We could not create a larger creed of nothingness than the subtle point where my agony blends with his.
And what is death if not an equally endless monologue imitating life? And the carrousel of existence . 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..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. I told him “Come let us invent a speech born from tonight’s insomnia whether it will be heard or not.” And what is life if not an endless monologue walking toward death? ..
Alicia Ghiragossián 66 INTERVIEW WITH GOD I repeats its senseless rotation. Loneliness has collected those old longings that take us to the angles of a past which fades the present and wounds the future. Life is walking toward death where we already exist. L A . 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. * nd everything is silence traced with glances simple complicated or without messages hiding the diagram of the labyrinths. And as life slides away we can only observe the process.
They are the glances of the lonely being. The train is beginning to move. I want to escape from them. antennas and I can detect the inner noises. Houses. Men. House-man. Trees. The train is speeding. * Solitude and loneliness. Peaceful entities which can become a monster without warning.Alicia Ghiragossián 67 INTERVIEW WITH GOD I Hollow glances all of them hung from sound as a score of silence. The pictures are passing through the window while I am leaving the past. Then the men and the houses . V. I take the first train travel without destiny or returns and deposit in the landscape the heavy load of my mind. Tree-man. Telephone wires jammed with T. Car-man.
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 tree-tree tree.Alicia Ghiragossián 68 INTERVIEW WITH GOD I disappear.. The secret tunnel of the soul where you can slide through in search of the unknown. Tree-tree tree.. I had in my luggage fresh and circular dreams and I hung them .where the smog strangles the rights of lungs.tree tr-tr tr-tr tr-tr tr-tr t-t t-t t-t t-t aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand. You can only see the trees. And the train enters into the darkness of a tunnel.
however – an oversized square to lean on. The world itself became a huge square. I don’t know when or how but they subtly became square elegantly adorned with square houses and square minds. *** . And those squares grew enriched by nothingness crossed the ocean and with the strength of a hurricane contaminated sacred feelings friendship and love. And today I ask myself. 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 .Alicia Ghiragossián 69 INTERVIEW WITH GOD I at the window so they could blend with the view of the sky.
You have to separate again heaven from the earth and the seas to cure all deterioration. Here on earth there is so much mud on the roads that the steps become contaminated.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. . Searches always carry the seal of pain and although unfold eternity they bring a sense of nothingness an empty space of solitude and sadness.God Ordainer of order please expel from my soul the desperation the confusion and restore the genuine life.
Then we break that wall and discover a sky broken into pieces by corruption that shows us the absence of gods.little by little a nothingness that does not give us rest because it is not total . * During times of sorrow .Alicia Ghiragossián 71 INTERVIEW WITH GOD I Let me collect the smiles placed aside God and let me renew Your presence.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. Nobody will bring us wood for our fireplace. They will only arrange for us . * Nothing and nobody will return to us the moments stolen from life.
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 mixed with the cold of the nights rejected by love. A nothingness of eternal time buried under forgetfulness. Perhaps some day P . 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.Alicia Ghiragossián 72 INTERVIEW WITH GOD I because it shelters tears and shivering and fear. Explain to me in my human dialect the why of certain rules in this game of survival controlled by lesser gods. * God.
With agony patched with anxiety or with silences sheltered in other silences and crucified in solitude. And they will recognize the scream and the light of my roots and an ancient new time will be established. And all the tears are old about the age . Meanwhile to explore existence I open up my dialogues with You and keep looking for semi-gods. But among illusions and feelings behind the veil that time always uncovers remain the semi-men. *** Pain I can cry like anybody and more when everything hurts. And nothingness takes over my space.Alicia Ghiragossián 73 INTERVIEW WITH GOD I I will be.
my Lord and like sand they have escaped through my fingers. You get used to the suffering hologramed on your cells although you know by revelation that every death W . 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.Alicia Ghiragossián 74 INTERVIEW WITH GOD I of my emotions and older about the age of my race. * ho has designed this law that forces us into perpetual imprisonment? Because the soul who long suffers the undesired eventually suffers the desired. * I have played with my hours .
Nobody sees anything. The price of every crumb of truth every experience and knowledge is paid with life. Let us retain .at least the illusion. Only we facing the tremendous clarity of remaining always surrounded by a world that constantly throws us -from its shadows the most grotesque stones. Let me climb toward light become a bodiless smile and be launched to the world with a handful of poems W . I don’t want to believe .Alicia Ghiragossián 75 INTERVIEW WITH GOD I gives life to a beginning. * e hide the failures behind blinding lamps.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.
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. 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. Flights are only aspirations when the unknown is not habitable. 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. . Allow each emptiness each waiting to become a creed.
I wish to grasp again I . Then we close the doors and lock out the earth to welcome distance.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. And at the same time everything remains engraved in the registers of the universe while hunger stays in force. Everything goes away. * 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 fades out.
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. How are we to understand that any pain . And be nourished and be my other self.teacher of teachers is at the same time a way to die and a way to grow. Reveal to us the measure of heaven and how to enter the knowledge of mysteries. * he world is full of prose and infinity is full of measured people.Alicia Ghiragossián 78 INTERVIEW WITH GOD I the unreachable reinvent the fountains of life and recover faith. * T .
that lives long is more mortal than death that is short-lived. Easy things are not reserved for us. Do not bring me the tempests which lack wind and rain. * don’t know if you are listening to me but take my fear away. 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.Alicia Ghiragossián 79 INTERVIEW WITH GOD I We know that to be born is difficult to live is difficult to die is difficult. Those of the soul are the ones that hurt. Why only pain? Answer me God with Your dearest signs. * I .
* find my picture statically glued to an image that runs among other images to build another negative of the same picture. Open arms are the sign of freedom but they are also the design of a hurting Christ. I find my picture and observe that which nobody can see. Give me the spells of a different spring. Open arms are the prologue of a hug. A tiny tear reflecting a huge pyramid of dreams and desires sliding through the cracks I .Alicia Ghiragossián 80 INTERVIEW WITH GOD I I received love with open arms and they remained open. 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.
Their time is shrinking. * A new spelling has been created for the absurd insensitive death sentence. 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. They are being uprooted before the chimes . Until the brain blows and the picture vanishes and the world is emptied of angels.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.
An entire generation is massacred without knives or guns or bombs. Evil has crushed the beauty of love and shattered the universe from within. A revolution ruptured the planet. All the agonies are unveiled and all the tears matured .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. A whole generation disappearing from our lives. An entire generation is lost.Alicia Ghiragossián 82 INTERVIEW WITH GOD I of mission and destiny are heard before the full dreams are dreamt. Tears are bursting from the existence betrayed from the millions of deaths enclosed in each death every day .
Perhaps one clear day secrets will be revealed and justice will encounter its own justice.my trainer of insomnias my prophet is growing accumulating anxiety over anxiety wound over wound. And within each layer that separates them the same questions are written...Alicia Ghiragossián 83 INTERVIEW WITH GOD I framing the misery of death. My pain . Perhaps one radiant morning sentences will be reversed to untie the promises on hold. . Going backwards slowly.And we continue to wait for a slender hope for that unique miracle to restore peace to soothe pain. * am tired.. .And the brutal guillotine drops splashing blood onto Your whitest robe my Lord. I ..
Perhaps on the last day when saying good-bye won’t be a rehearsal anymore. 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. 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.
. * 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. And it is not possible to navigate when beyond the horizon lies an abyss. 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. And it is not possible to fly when the air is laden with extortion. What can we do with the power of evil that betrays the identity of prayers and inoculates the fear of death. That is why my dead .
Alicia Ghiragossián 87 INTERVIEW WITH GOD II are not in the cemetery.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. Shut off the distorted sound of the mediocre. * 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 . G . They breathe at my side to inject hope into the broken-down wishes and to neutralize the disenchantment. The entire earth becomes deaf. * od.
And all that is available is a giant nausea that misshapes the senses. * They did not understand nor believe. Let us breathe. Not a soul around. I became all thorns and drifted away. I dressed it . Not a friend. A perfect solitary confinement. Organize the exodus of envy and jealousy. With broken wings and renewed prayers I built-up my own monastery.Alicia Ghiragossián 88 INTERVIEW WITH GOD II Allow beauty to impose its melody. I folded my truth sprinkled with heart-breaks. * Today’s generosity is that they only give you what you take. Clean the city of its asphyxiating life and introduce us Your new heaven with the colors of a sunrise announcing light.
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 . 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. * have faith my Lord that one day Your light will reign over and above all and the truth in my verses will be undressed.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 .
Only You. * M I am full of questions frustrated by the meanness that rapes my innocence. For those who create their own hell there exists no paradise. Only You can give the order my God. * en have lost their humanity so it does not surprise me to be detested by those who would love to fly with my wings. But they cannot be happy. 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. . Thousands of doves will be born from heaven to cover the earth with new flights and impose whiteness and spread peace.Alicia Ghiragossián 90 INTERVIEW WITH GOD II other suns will rise within the sun.
* Enwomb me with Your protection. 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. *** . Send us already the first day of another era. When I hurt others I hurt myself and I interrupt the energy of rising.Alicia Ghiragossián 91 INTERVIEW WITH GOD II The innocence of the just. Do not allow me to succumb. Save me God from this gigantic warehouse of toxins that contaminates purity that consumes and alienates. Annul my sometimes uncontrollable wish to send evil back to its source.
You cannot be an accomplice to the cataclysms of the world. I O .God they opened wide apart the gates of hell. You should not.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. * n September 11 in the year 2001 in Your name . 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 cannot abandon us. Justice arrives thousands of years late. In Your name they laughed at You and shot with hatred the sky of New York. Do not keep silent – God.
And the entire world . It was not just rubble. Losses of trust of innocence of harmony of sacred lives. A mountain of destinies cut-off from Earth erecting the saddest monument of ashes and injustice. It was a living dust of beating cells and loving humanity buried under the tears of a wounded freedom.Alicia Ghiragossián 93 INTERVIEW WITH GOD II It was total destruction. They were not just buildings. But they were not just bleeding ashes lying on the streets . A cemetery of losses under the torch of Liberty.praying and trembling asking: Why? Why was there so much hatred eclipsing the sun? Losses. They were dreams collapsing in a mass of black clouds in the most Dantesque rain of destruction created by terror.
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. 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. Those ashes created a unique passion to re-conquer the radiance of the self still breathing under the dust. No one laughs at You without paying a high price without being burned by the candles lit with prayers of all faiths.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. They were . I can hear the voices .
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. * aving been born with this atavistic load of genocides I became an expert on tragedies especially one that You allowed H . Forever. Because truth is destined to conquer darkness hope is destined to conquer death and love is destined to conquer all.
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. 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.Alicia Ghiragossián 96 INTERVIEW WITH GOD II for I don’t know what mysteries of Your superhuman laws.
Let me get down on my knees to unearth with thousands of hands the buried hope of suffering people. Dilute from our shoulders the weight of pain. Cover sufferers with it so their tears deviate from their course and misery forgets its seal. Join those causes that belong to You as much as the sorrow of the universe.Lord . Let us forget how sub-men pushed the caravans of death through the deserts the concentration camps or installed extinction in gas chambers. Your robe is luminous Lord. * I am closing my eyes so I can look at You . Perhaps in some fissure of time when essences salute each other justice will pay its debts.Alicia Ghiragossián 97 INTERVIEW WITH GOD II are acknowledged.
Surround them with angels and give them wings.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. Thank You. 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. 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. And I know one of them will be paid for Der Zor. Keep all of us far from cruelty and envy from darkness and evil. Give them the heaven reserved for those who believe in truth.
Standing in that desert where the sand oppresses each breath I can see the black stones nourished by the agony of my people. A complete desert.Alicia Ghiragossián 99 INTERVIEW WITH GOD II Der Zor. We do not rest in peace. But I still hear from the waves of old tragedies screams gathered under the marble of the sacred chapel. The voices crystallize the message engraved on the uprooted cross-stones.* Silence and mystery. We do not rest in peace. Maddening pain still roaming * A desert in Syria where hundreds of thousands of Armenians were massacred in exile. . I swallow the silence and I become its echo. The peaceful mask of the Euphrates has buried the true face of history.
Abandoned temples rise in my soul and the veins of prayers open with a lonely ritual. 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. 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.Alicia Ghiragossián 100 INTERVIEW WITH GOD II trying to find the peace trapped in the frozen sun.
The desert is burning my feet standing on the ashes of our fathers. Come inside the altar built by our people to cure our orphaned roots and destroy the files of torture sealed with poisoned wax. Be in our dreams again where you have always been . But how? With what strength could I root out an endless anguish? Dense furies are hardening in my throat. I want to shout.Alicia Ghiragossián 101 INTERVIEW WITH GOD II are carved here. If I could only soothe one single pain. Stand up! Stand up within my soul so I can cover the burning ice of the world with my warm breath. The rage of the universe crushing the light is condensed here.
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 people are renewing the dusty volumes of history and baptizing again their own existence as a message of new life. Then we can weave a future smile and bell tolls can announce a new hallelujah!.Alicia Ghiragossián 102 INTERVIEW WITH GOD II lifting the cross impaled in our hearts. 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.That our fathers have been resurrected.
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. We must have lost our minds. Only the cold wind and snow remained in the corners of pain to freeze the tears. formerly under Azerbaijani ruling. Yet their wishes are wounded by the answers.”** Absolutely no. ** “No” in Russian. * “ iet.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 .God and children roam confused searching for their parents among the dead pleading for the war to end. . The order came from above.
. The more I extend my voice the further the listeners get. 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. We can only give only bleed. What else do we want? Nothing. It is a festival of denial and nothingness. No thing. . No.Alicia Ghiragossián 104 INTERVIEW WITH GOD II slavery broken spines can be ours. My protest is written as a poem on pregnant clouds. 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.
I am both. The whole universe is shared by me. The whole race lives inside me. Light and darkness.Alicia Ghiragossián 105 INTERVIEW WITH GOD II it is colorful and bright nourished with the blood shed in Sumgait. Here and there. At an insignificant corner of the map a black vacuum *Town in Artsakh. The monster of gloom has shattered the houses the souls inside the houses the faith inside the souls.* 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. This one and that. I bear in my enlarged heart the children satiated with fear the people kneeling down on the ruins. . Life and extinction. I am both.
.Alicia Ghiragossián 106 INTERVIEW WITH GOD II laden with cemeteries is reigning. Everything is mixed up. 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. That silence made us deaf and the impotence to speak . We push away that vacuum but the cemeteries stay as a satire of hope.. 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. tomorrow. Today has become yesterday yesterday.
The throne of anti-silence has been registered with courage. 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. But today drained of eternal waiting that same silence that same impotence have emerged from the cemetery crosses. Yes. 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 107 INTERVIEW WITH GOD II choked our souls. 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 . Yes.
Do not allow the bells to stop ringing. 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. Thunder! Lightning! The codes have exploded! . And we are present to hear the sounds of the soul. Today the imprisoned storms are freed and the Voice of the Race breaks out on the planet in spite of enemies. * God. Let our word be dispersed all over the world.Alicia Ghiragossián 108 INTERVIEW WITH GOD II measure the sky all at once.
They say new bibles will eradicate the old empty words and preachers will no longer be businessmen of the soul. There we will be .Alicia Ghiragossián 109 INTERVIEW WITH GOD II They say that claims will be heard and a different law will renew the rusted justice. They say truth is uncovered and a leader is coming in Your name Lord to recognize our rights. And an essential peace will renew all broken question marks. Thunder! Lightning! Do not execute the old verdicts! . Do not execute the old verdicts! Now the judges will be judged by the Supreme Laws. They say that finally all the promises will rise from their sleep and shatter the waiting hour.God to witness Your leadership.
Alicia Ghiragossián 110 INTERVIEW WITH GOD II Heaven has finally opened its doors. . *** Mystery Open . 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.God the gates of mystery and take in Your chosen ones. I know that to think about the universe I have to enlarge myself. But no one understands that souls belong to another dimension.
It is the hour of truth. Send me Your voice . The lost clouds must join to build the ceiling of the encounter. * I need that which is authentic God to mitigate this exhaustion provoked by masks to perform hypocrisy.renewing light - .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. Those who reach perfection will rise and be revealed in their own imperfection. Then learning may be initiated.
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. But perhaps that light L . * ife. A permanent rehearsal for other lives. And we always rehearse because when we learn everything we never need to inaugurate ourselves again. 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. Then the being becomes inalterable and resides in worlds where learning does not exist where we become light.
Every future a redundancy. * Those who do not walk toward perfection underestimate the value of life. Why then are they afraid of death? * . * Truth begins by discovering what is wrong.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. And the beginning is only the shadow of the total truth. Every premonition is a memory of whatever has already been decided. So You being in my present invade my past and my tomorrow.
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 . .God but hear beyond my words because what I say only resembles what I feel.Alicia Ghiragossián 114 INTERVIEW WITH GOD II In search of the truth we learn. And there is so much more that I cannot even pronounce.Lord the one we see with the soul. Please listen to me because men do not hear. 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. Register my existence because men do not see. We rise through pain which becomes the most refined path. * I know You understand what I say .
Help us God to mature the choice although in the depth of the unconscious mind it is already resolved totally or partially. 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. . * I know I am part of the collective whole which makes me the whole of the part. Even in the most ample freedom we are in our own prison and that which we have not done will go on tempting us. And no matter what the size of the part is it is unique.Alicia Ghiragossián 115 INTERVIEW WITH GOD II * Only those who fly can contemplate and understand other souls in flight. If we do not fly we are slaves.
* I rise in rebellion. I am the hero not the heroine.. I am vehemently against becoming a thing because it doesn’t understand about ethics and interrupts the internal rhythm of the universe. The queen the orphan the soldier the nurse. I am the poet not the poetess. And I don’t need a borrowed difference because I can generate mine. * I am what I am and also what I have been. I can perforate anxiety and create my own Utopia. But why? Why a poet .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. 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.Alicia Ghiragossián 117 INTERVIEW WITH GOD II addicted to love and words in a deaf and loveless world. * ike Queen Semiramis I am in debt to my people. Perhaps to expiate my guilt. 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.
Today truth has brought a new sun into being. I am in debt to my people. All the forces join in the burning wick and I can always forget fear W .Alicia Ghiragossián 118 INTERVIEW WITH GOD II to claim indemnity and love. Open the doors. * hen there is an absence of suns I light a candle and I observe it under the full moon. The time has come to return my kingdom and return with it its greatness gone so my true existence can finally be mine. I tune into its flame and I enter its secret channels of power. My crown is burning me. I have come to share their destiny and to baptize with prayers a justice delayed.
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 . 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. * 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.
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. * When silence goes beyond sound we shall be revealed. When space gets filled up with love we shall be the creators of light and accomplish the impossible. And you touch that light as if touching all that is to stand tall as a mountain and humbled facing transparence. * . All the treasures are hidden in the dimensions of truth.
* Everything will change. The surprise will surprise itself. Between fear and hope the virtue of being direct is formed. * The first footstep is born to gather all the footsteps toward the road of the clouds on earth. . 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. And between a determination and a first step the change is installed.Alicia Ghiragossián 121 INTERVIEW WITH GOD II I am not afraid of veracity. The scream of truth breaks the archetype of masks and it dilates itself until the voice fills up all the voices and fear disintegrates.
*** .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. A new dawn will announce the dethroned and the reign of truth will inaugurate the always.
INTERVIEW WITH GOD III I have seen that words have a soul and they travel straight to another soul. . * 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.
. 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.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. * 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. 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 have to invent that magical word just for me. 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 . * 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. I don’t know if they hide the word or just cover its absence.Alicia Ghiragossián 125 INTERVIEW WITH GOD III Dictionaries are lost before my search. We must keep away true words to protect them from those who misuse them. I need more words perhaps not to use them to dispossess them to defeat them and defeat with them those who commercialize them.
* With a letter-sized notebook and a new pen I was waiting for the word. I come by surprise because I do not need your awareness. 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. Truth is wiser than you. Do not anticipate my presence. * ometimes I am bothered by those words I do not pronounce because after a long wait they die and I remain S . It hides behind the scenes and descends or rises to the subconscious without permission.Alicia Ghiragossián 126 INTERVIEW WITH GOD III of meaningless words. I will be with you when you least expect me. Keep your papers.
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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. *
With love I smile again.Alicia Ghiragossián 138 INTERVIEW WITH GOD III With love I touch the eternity condensed beyond the cemeteries. I unbury passion which escapes in a naked flight covered with other flights so that its pure essence remains locked. 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 voice talking with my longing to open the doors of confession. Perhaps both in ordered symbiosis. It is the reverse motion of an end registered in the annals of the non-word where that I . * don’t know if love is the falling or the rising to madness.
Alicia Ghiragossián 139 INTERVIEW WITH GOD III which must have been pronounced is buried in facts. It is a you and an I beyond a plural touching a time without boundaries. * Love is not a chemical formulation where the attraction occurs in the rhythm of the blood… where two people survive in their own substance. It is the alchemy of a miracle where souls fuse in the encounter. * . It is the entire territory of the heart. 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.
Totally. * He kissed me. It was a kiss on my forehead but not for my forehead. In those steps where everything is divine it is easy to conceive deity. In order for my life to have its own meaning love must be mine.Alicia Ghiragossián 140 INTERVIEW WITH GOD III In order for eternity to have meaning love must breathe beside me. * he diagram of memory engenders with tenderness the first steps of existence. It was an arrow straight to the brain to mix my waves with his and generate the constant thought. In order for infinity to be condensed in a shared time I have to be loved touch illusion and assume the colors of tomorrow. I told him humbly T .
I am love itself. “Do not deify me. Gods do not feel loneliness nor hunger nor cold.Alicia Ghiragossián 141 INTERVIEW WITH GOD III my Lord. They do not cry they do not bleed in pain nor do they intend suicide. The loves that vanish are not true loves but mirages. Do not incense me. The love that is never stops being.” * D . Just love me the way I am. Try to love in me the human being able to tremble challenging life able to fear challenging death. I am all the women whenever you loved and every time you will. I am your first love and the last and the ones in between.” * “ o not detach from me.
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. My heart was enlarged and reached his to let him know that I too had missed him. I lost my illusion of identity and I slid through the orbit of love. H . * is voice accompanied me imprinted in all the particles of DNA that describe the history of transmutations. His voice was music composed in a paradise of chosen gods. 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.
That is why it perforated my dreams and took off hand in hand with my word toward the silence of the cosmos and love.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 . 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 144 INTERVIEW WITH GOD III at the exact point of existence. An essence which is the origin of other essences. * Y . A point that takes me to the integration of time. * True love does not allow interruptions. An absolute called love. * ou and I immeasurable world where the pounding of the beings join and the us is born. 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.
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. You and I the universe. I am a simple past a calendar without colors and dates W . I become a yesterday like the lifeless leaf that isolates autumn. And half never means half but a perfect two like a tear drop cut exactly in the middle. * ithout love I conclude my eternity. I remain stolen by the hours that know how to fade away. Without love the colors of the cosmos return worn out to talk about the maybes which outline promises.
*** . 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. I could cross the universe mounted on the frequency of the wildest dreams. An incoherent flight. A monument to desolation. Tonight I have challenged death. * Tonight I could love forever.Alicia Ghiragossián 146 INTERVIEW WITH GOD III a cyclone tired of escaping. Without love I am a simple waiting on the road of faith a wave standing at the center of the jump.
* …And add magic to the wisdom of love with the sweetest melodies of harps to recruit angels so I can fly with them.. .. And fly… and fly.INTERVIEW WITH GOD IV Sing the loudest song of life and buildup a universe as the playground of love.
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.Alicia Ghiragossián 148 INTERVIEW WITH GOD IV Peace isten to this prayer from everybody to everybody else my Lord. Give peace to the world and do not allow the dreamers to be silenced. You have seen the hands covered with blood holding the screams of their own people. 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 .
* They didn’t take anything with them. The same force that made a land a holy place. The same word that built cathedrals of faith. Heroes executed by who knows which design of destiny for touching a supreme truth to restore the erosions of men transformed into savages. Their dreams are still with us roaming through the streets of the earth composing a new symphony of justice to awaken . Peace was the mortal word that exacerbated the terrorists. 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.Alicia Ghiragossián 149 INTERVIEW WITH GOD IV frozen in the heart of their action. They were forced to depart for being dreamers.
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. We have to unthink violence and mispronounce crime. * 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. 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.
They were just dead upon the desolated face of earth. * We have to spell the word p. * … And there was war. We have to heal our wounds and give life to the broken wings. Fury grew in the depths of darkness but children were not crying anymore.e. 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. Life was no more.a.e.Alicia Ghiragossián 151 INTERVIEW WITH GOD IV and tie the demons until the hatred of sub-men is dissolved. Explosions. Fire Screams.c. . Evil’s mushroom cloud lifted hell up to heaven.
* 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 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. .
Let us know by Your own signs that we will have the power to disregard cruelty. Erase our disbelief and allow us to grasp Your secrets.God the only light in our underground caves which resists the huge oppression of this bruised and cindered existence of ours.Alicia Ghiragossián 153 INTERVIEW WITH GOD IV * nly through peace it is possible to channel the encounters of love. 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 .
Confirm our expectations so we can be transformed and awaken the particles of eternity hiding on the thresholds of our unrest. 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. * 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.
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. 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. Sometimes it opens a window for me to practice my own freedom and forget about feeling lonely with myself. God. I need to listen to my intuition which carries a landslide of promises by the second to resuscitate myself I . * need that synergy that unrestrainable unbridled addition of passions injected deep into my arteries.
And I want to reschedule a time of timelessness . * I call for that hope Lord untouched by doubts which dehydrate my dreams.Alicia Ghiragossián 156 INTERVIEW WITH GOD IV before a total extinction and fulfill my karma.sometimes too fast getting lost in a labyrinth of duties and fortunetelling to find that uncommon premonition that supreme omen parallel to wonder. * 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.
Alicia Ghiragossián 157 INTERVIEW WITH GOD IV so I can breathe in without urgency the fragrance of those flowers. * I know . I miss that hope so much because just a particle of it can reinforce the spine of my emotions to reinvent my own being.God that even with Your power You cannot undo the past . You can invest .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. * Be our irreplaceable witness God. 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.
All the steps conduct us to the possible ever present but often veiled by incense-smoked routine. Break my imprisonment.my Lord. * I . It inhabits the candid palpitations beyond biological mechanisms to anticipate the gospel. Do not disarm my illusions by an eternal waiting. * It is not true that we turn to You .Lord to obtain the impossible. * n my innermost heart I know you are here . You are present to help me.Alicia Ghiragossián 158 INTERVIEW WITH GOD IV a coin of hope to replace an immaterial glory and supervise the tracing of destiny. Truth is always in the heart. Please shorten the route of my mission and let me rest. Help me soar without restrictions.
Hope.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. * ope of peace. 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. Savior healer redeemer the road that puts in Your hands God the beauty of all verdicts and the final answers of life.
.Alicia Ghiragossián 160 INTERVIEW WITH GOD IV * I want to seduce the future mesmerize it reach the cherished cloud and share the miracles. Undo the wrong. Pulverize all the resentments of the world and connect us with Your energy to wipe our tears. *** Forgiveness You be the judge and jury Lord.. * . 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. And fly and fly.
Help us to become whole again and open our channels to receive the absolution the universe is ready to send. We have to understand that the desire to be right is born in the deepest ego. * proot those weeds in the path of peace . * Forgiveness and absolution. Restrain us from reacting to offenses. Let us understand Your transcendental purpose in the existence of pain and give us the strength to exercise the divinity of forgiveness.Lord to reach our real home where understanding compassion and forgiveness are waiting to share the power of life U . Vindictiveness destroys the purity of our cells.Alicia Ghiragossián 161 INTERVIEW WITH GOD IV You are right. We need to forgive ourselves to forgive them all. We are declaring amnesty for the prisons of the soul.
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. The angels of forgiveness and absolution are descending. We recognize the message and grow. 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. T . The fabric of rancor darkening our emotions is vanishing from our heart. And we understand the truth. The angels are bringing the antidote for our injuries the gift of peace from heaven.Alicia Ghiragossián 162 INTERVIEW WITH GOD IV to enjoy the happiness we deserve.
We are deleting the poison from our system and resentment does not control us anymore.Alicia Ghiragossián 163 INTERVIEW WITH GOD IV We are letting go and our wounds are healing. Now there is room for miracles. * . We hold hands with the angels and our entire self becomes the light of peace. *** 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. Our power is restored. The universe has renewed our balance. We become liberated. We feel blessed.
When the past and the future can be separated at the very instant of the zero bell-stroke. It will happen exactly at midnight. Bring me the image of a dream the essence of a protest A .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. And I will finally rest. 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. As it is written. * t my last minute split my tear in half and weigh from within the footsteps of fatigue and the load of pain.
* L Vanishing is not a barrier for the spirits to bequeath wishes and spread them along the universe.Alicia Ghiragossián 165 INTERVIEW WITH GOD IV the message of a fist. At the threshold . Do not bury me under the known cliché. * et me hear the echo of sincere words. I need fire so my memories can be sculpted with a new flame and my last faith can remain lit. 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. Just remember. Do not let my last bell toll fade away by sweet words.
Alicia Ghiragossián 166 INTERVIEW WITH GOD IV of my sunset bring me the new colors of the substance. 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. Even the wrinkled map of this dark world. Bring me the news of virgin bell tolls so we can perform the opening of a new bell tower and sound.will belong to my people. * The time is coming my Lord... The time has come. Sound with the force of rights through the whole race so we can change everything. . * My last second which is the first in a new calendar I know .
I am ready to discover the meaning of everything the reverses of love and nothingness the repercussions . Now I am just a handful of ashes. All the anger rests in these ashes.Alicia Ghiragossián 167 INTERVIEW WITH GOD IV The ceremony of cremation is over. This is the final chapter of my matter. 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. Every expectation. Our interview will continue in another dimension.
. * I My entity is embodied in ashes now and at the same time is being freed from matter. 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. Poems tattooed on somebody’s heart.
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. I can feel the disintegration of my vanity and the transformation of my ego.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. I know You surpass human thought my Lord but I am not a mortal anymore and I might encompass . 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 was reborn from them after innumerable deaths to recycle my hopes and start again. Then I might discover who I am. . These represent my past and what I can become: perhaps a miracle maker just to revive faith. These are the tangible ones the last. 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. I will still be alive in those who keep me in their thoughts in their feelings. But these ashes are different. * You know I chose poetry as a hideaway from the polluted world as a candid road for liberty. I might still inspire those who remember my words.
Love is the only supreme stage without conditions without boundaries. I do not change like people. The force that answers the questions that makes you fully alive makes you feel immortal. Now I can have all the courage I need no cowardice no masked feelings no amputated thoughts . * 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. I needed them to balance the outer poison and I feel I will need them forever. * I confess that love was always the supreme response for me. And I always believed I was qualified for those dreams no matter how big they were. It is the only true path.
. I am saying good-bye and hello.Alicia Ghiragossián 172 INTERVIEW WITH GOD IV to survive in a world where life is an imitation of true existence. I am saying good-bye and creating a togetherness that transcends time. I am penetrating a dimension where everything is essence and reality is the evidence.. My new journey has started. forever. * I This is the hour to enter the sacred signs and the meaning of its messages. Perhaps now I can understand the unexplainable and become a particle of light to reflect truth. * 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.
*** . 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.Alicia Ghiragossián 173 INTERVIEW WITH GOD IV The last word has discovered the whole and has pronounced its final poem. 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.
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after hours of pressure by the Secretary of the United States.Alicia Ghiragossián 176 AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE INTRODUCTION On October 10. American president Woodrow Wilson. forcefully taken by the Turks during the Armenian genocide in 1915. France. The reason behind the signing of the Protocols by Armenia is a mystery yet to be unveiled. were indignant regarding this abuse because the Protocol was heavily weighted to Turkey’s advantage. witnesses and governments across the globe. the treaty was never ratified. as well as in the Armenian Diaspora spread around the world. between the Republic of Armenia and Turkey. The ratification of this Protocol by the parliaments of both countries would signify granting to Turkey all the lands of ancestral Western Armenia. Furthermore. We. would welcome the reader’s opinion on this matter. had drawn a map in which those lands were returned to Armenia. the Armenians in the Diaspora. Russia. once again. acknowledged by innumerable historians. This highly benefits Turkey. politics in action: the power of convenience and political liaisons over ethics and justice. the United States of America and the European Union. The articles establish open borders between Turkey and Armenia. In the signing of these Protocols we see. Switzerland. Protocols were signed in Zurich. arbiter of the conflict in the Treaty of Sèvres. This was witnessed by representatives of Switzerland. since it is a condition for acceptance into the European Union. 2009. Millions of citizens in Armenia. A tragic moment in history. We invite every member of . they establish the recognition of present day geographical borders of Turkey. These verses intend to translate the sentiment of frustration of the Armenian people who feel betrayed. Sadly.
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H.Alicia Ghiragossián 178 AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE QUOTATIONS Force always attracts men of low morality. H. It is my conviction that killing under the cloak of war is nothing but an act of murder. THE 14TH DALAI LAMA (1935) I have a dream that one day… crooked places will be made straight. No system can subdue truth forever. MARTIN LUTHER KING JR. ALBERT EINSTEIN (1879-1955) An unjust law is itself a species of violence. GANDHI (1869-1948) Humanity is just a work in progress. (1929-1968) . MOHANDAS K. TENNESSEE WILLIAMS (1911-1983) Truth will ultimately prevail.
In that bubble it is not possible to heal the broken hearts of crime survivors. 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. 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. 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.Alicia Ghiragossián 179 AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE Great souls speak the truth.
And my Turkish neighbors. A happy man depressed every year in mid April when memories came alive triggered by people’s remembrance of genocidal crimes. Minutes later I found myself on the floor of a barn . They came like bloodthirsty beasts he told me once. They killed almost every Armenian in the village.Alicia Ghiragossián 180 AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE It hurt him to talk about it. In those days he was often revisited by moans and screams passively dwelling in his ears. I was just eleven playing with my friends. Only the fruits of our orchard were safe. Kurkén was living in Argentina enjoying a free country. It is impossible to put that much terror into words the viciousness the lack of elemental humanness of Turkish mobs and soldiers.
Hell… It was pure hell.Alicia Ghiragossián 181 AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE covered with the blood of my playmates. The heartbreaking lessons of impotence. Panic had paralyzed him. He arrived home just in time to see his house being vandalized. Confused and desperate he ran to the hills with his sister joining the thousands running to who knows where. Just in time to witness the murder of his brother. A perfect scene to learn the extent of cruelty. They didn’t have food or water only a shrinking self . He hid without moving a muscle but he could hear guns and cannons people screaming shouting begging for help. And the story of my father went on. Total chaos while the Turks tortured their victims.
And drying his tears my father continued. * 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. Rest. He was crying like a child when he spoke. Officially orphans. 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. 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.Alicia Ghiragossián 182 AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE expecting death.Dad. My face was still covered with the dried blood of my friends. They could barely stop . Drink some water .
Alicia Ghiragossián 183 AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE on a permanent run. 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. They walked in spite of weakness in spite of swelling legs and bleeding feet. And the abandoned bones didn’t have the privilege of burial. Always exhausted. There . 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 looked like zombies pushing their skeletons craving to survive. Always hungry. * t would be funny if it were not tragic I .
No matter how much against the conscience they might be. People don’t fully realize C . And I don’t understand.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. The orders were clear: No compassion for women children or the sick. So please explain to me. No matter how brutal. 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.
I can feel them stamped in my genetic code. Nobody suspects that there is nothing normal or healthy in dying every time .the new generations spread across different continents might be comfortable perhaps living a normal existence .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. Even if we could forgive our blood could not forget. I carry the hurt of my father when he was sold as a slave to Greek landowners. 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. We .so to speak. Just a “minor” collateral damage. And there are millions like me… since the entire race today was reborn from survivors.
We are looked down upon for not having the power to impose our inalienable rights as a moral imperative.Alicia Ghiragossián 186 AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE we are invalidated through denial. There are more wounds. Not for the color of the skin. For being a small group . Any interest any profit is higher than the one we can offer.as if created by a lesser god so that our alliance does not seem that attractive to the politicians of the world. Who cares about poetry classical music . Waiting is full of uncertainty anxiety and sadness. Meanwhile we suffer. But that is not all. Waiting becomes more hurtful with discrimination. I am convinced that no lie can survive that justice might be slow but it arrives one day to unveil what is true. Not for our religion.
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 deprive us from precious lives and their following generations.Alicia Ghiragossián 187 AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE or painting? Who appreciates culture as a weapon? Many don’t even realize it elevates the being. They are born in arrogance anger hatred and greed and for that reason they are equivalent to failure. 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. .
How come even the arbitration of an American president like Woodrow Wilson is not respected? H .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. 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.
. A shameful response.Alicia Ghiragossián 189 AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE He dared to design a map assigning the Armenians their own lands. 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. But Congressman Schiff had the courage to rebut her: We have no reluctance to recognize the genocide in Darfur. Of course. 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. We have no reluctance to talk about the Cambodian or the Rwandan genocide or the Holocaust.
Alicia Ghiragossián 190 AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE They shut off the microphones when truth makes them uncomfortable. Entire generations are born with traumas and psychic wounds from those crimes. * 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. . I know it. The Armenian Genocide was no doubt a template for others that followed. The soul cannot be less important than the body. 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. I am a victim.
Everything. And everything is miserably politicized: friendships agreements honors prizes wars Our food. * W . 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.Alicia Ghiragossián 191 AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE As much as we are one with the universe. * 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. Our houses. Even Quantum Physics reveals to us that the observed cannot be separated from the observer. Everything is interconnected.
They also belong to the soul . Their tears are not just salty cathartic ones.Alicia Ghiragossián 192 AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE Yes. No one can be at peace if there is no justice. It is also a human issue an existential one within the cosmic dimension. 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. Each and every crime against humanity with all its degrees of destructive effects has an impact on the universe and remain in its records. * The pain caused by genocide goes deep into the roots of the victimized race. The Armenian is AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE. But this is not only a social or political issue. No one can be at peace if the living don’t respect the dead.
Perhaps He chose us to spread the gospel of His law from all the bell-towers . Through our voices the victims are demanding a simple apology to start our process of healing. And the children of their children affirm: It never happened. 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. 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.
I acknowledge and assume the Armenian pain as mine.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. As a Turkish writer I beg yours and humanity’s forgiveness. The culture of love friendship and harmony must be restored. * And we feel somehow renewed when the transgression is acknowledged. As true dreamers . Racism ultra-nationalism and discrimination poison people’s relationships. Kemal Yalcin writes in Germany: I kneel at the memory of the Armenians victims of an organized massacre. I would give my heart for it.
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” . * But what happened recently? Millions of Armenians around the entire planet raised their voices with their rights stamped on the tricolor flag. What were they claiming? The signs of the protestors demanded: STOP THE PROTOCOLS. But which protocols were these? The ones giving the Turks everything and denying the Armenians everything – as well? And I dare to think.
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. How can we trust the ones who declare their dream to reconstruct the Ottoman Empire .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 .
The enemies do not understand what Diaspora means or perhaps they do too well. 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. We are talking about the same molecules we inherited from our ancestors. We are saying the entire race spread around the earth. When we say Armenia or Armenianhood we are not referring only to a piece of real estate. 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… .
The entire Diaspora stood up and raised its voice.” Mount Ararát is the soul of our roots and essence. And that is the reason why with all our ancestral strength we refuse to shut out the voices of our genocide victims demanding justice.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. * swear! I will never legitimize a theft. And my heart will never be able to pronounce: “Turkish Ararát. The holy symbol I . 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 .the ancestral land of the Armenians. 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.Alicia Ghiragossián 199 AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE of belonging regardless of arbitrary maps that move the borders with political gun powder and fraud.
Turkey wants to open its borders so as to enter the European Union . Friendship and love are the magic healers of a broken heart.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. 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.among other goals. True. .
Even he can generate a voice in the domains of heaven. 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. 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.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.
Ours are too wounded. The only valid help is a mutual one.Alicia Ghiragossián 202 AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE of the Great Maker. * Some powers of this planet . No reward is granted for destruction and death.allied with the wrong don’t want to listen to truth because they place convenience . NO. We cannot shake hands with the Turks. Theirs are too bloody. 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. We refuse to help the Turks to reach their dreams when they mean to murder our own. So our response is a categorical NO. Under the vault of the Supreme Truth what is sowed will be reaped.
We I . * t was sad to see both parties surrounded by representatives of different countries placing their signature on the Protocols in Zurich. A thundering moment for the Armenians.Alicia Ghiragossián 203 AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE above justice. That Superior Law is self imposed and gives us the courage and wisdom to spell in unison the pride and power of survival. 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. Let me tear out those pages meticulously signed one by one.
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. 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. Anyone who closes his eyes to the past he affirmed is blind to the present. 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 .
But not this one. This assumption might successfully be delayed yet it will never be escaped. No one can withstand genocide and infamy to be part of their national identity. Sometimes mistakes are forgotten. It has already affected too many lives. That does not signify guilt but national responsibility. The passage of time T . The present Turkish government must assume ownership of the crimes committed by the Ottoman Empire. For almost a century it has grown deep roots. * o cover a crime involves complicity. No one would choose to leave such a sad legacy.Alicia Ghiragossián 205 AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE to the pages of history? Indeed a fault denied is a fault to be repeated.
On the contrary. . Give us rest so that you can recover yours. It inflicts new wounds to the spirit. So the victims of the massacres borrow my voice to tell the deniers of truth: Give us dignity so that you can recover yours. And denying it does not wipe out its obligations. Ignoring a problem does not cause its disappearance. For almost a century Turkey’s denial on each anniversary is a new death for us. A new disappointment that should be faced by the world community and its highest organizations. A serious issue not to be ignored by the United Nations.Alicia Ghiragossián 206 AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE can not erase a fault. It adds new psychological issues to confront.
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. There is space between earth and heaven a space full of truth and ultimate justice. The perpetration of a crime against humanity is a burden a dark cloud for any nation to be dragged for its entire existence. * 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. Sooner or later it will be apparent that all the excuses engineered to deny facts of history are like the horizon: an optical illusion.
* lthough we have survived we understand that no survival can be complete without the restoration of the damaged fabric of the human spirit. A .Alicia Ghiragossián 208 AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE is its ethical stature. And Turkey should do so not only for the nation but in the name of humankind and its rise. 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. To reach that stature there is no other choice for Turkey but to own and heal the Armenian Genocide. 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.
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 . So we are united in strength to struggle and reach that restoration no matter how long and hard the road may be. For that reason all of us in the Armenian Diaspora are opening our hearts and souls. And when the battle ends it will not only be a victory for Armenians but one of the finest hour of Turkish existence.Alicia Ghiragossián 209 AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE And this is not a simple case of victimhood but of human rights assumption. 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.
Because blood is not for sale. The only way to be at a dignified height of the human race. 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. * 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. And no matter how inconvenient the Armenian Genocide might be it will never be negotiable.Alicia Ghiragossián 210 AN INCONVENIENT GENOCIDE with justice will someday suffer from the universe the weight of injustice. * T .
I dream… that the tears are evaporating into sunlight and the universe is welcoming us. I dream… that the perpetrators of the crime are pleading for forgiveness. . That the pain is fading and the wounds are closing. * In the micro-cosmos of my heart I have a radiant and macrocosmic dream for the human family.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.
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. And let’s keep our mission… Standing! Alive! Forever! *** .
. So we enter Eden without knocking.the best version of me? * …Our love is linked to the residence of the gods.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 .
And suddenly I’m smelling you tasting you touching you seeing you…. I want you to know that the mere thought of your existence brings to me a sense of closeness. You are in my ears and embrace my senses. 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 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. Even the melody of accordions I .
That is why I am waiting. You preside over my day. It will mean we have finally met. 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.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. You shower with me have lunch nap work write a poem with me hiding under the words. It exists somewhere beyond the stars where destinies are cast.
Alicia Ghiragossián 216 LOVE HOLOGRAMS Until then all of my desires will remain waiting. I have created the sea that surrounds my island. * 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 composed the deepest melodies of the soul. I have flown through the most fearless dreams. I have adored love with divine reflections. And here I am with my arms still open waiting for new words new melodies .
Alicia Ghiragossián 217 LOVE HOLOGRAMS new smiles… and the big love to be able to conquer my last page. The sun is trying to warm up a frozen loneliness yet somehow it’s fading. Shedding the time of discarded memories. Stepping over the dried leaves ignored by life. Autumn… preparing for the unavoidable final winter of my life. * utumn…. And I am scared that its palpitations might be silenced with the passion of the mind. * . * A A windstorm of thoughts is trespassing my heart.
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. * nother day is beginning and again I take all my thoughts A . You are far and my only company is your solid absence.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. * I would like to rewind time to the moment when some lives ago we promised to re-encounter. And all my tears are uttering my deepest sorrows to the ears of God.
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. 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. * W I am in silence yet my old words keep walking around as if looking for companionship. . Where does nihility end? Every morning I hope it will finally be revealed you exist for me.
Alicia Ghiragossián 220 LOVE HOLOGRAMS It seems that nothingness has not scheduled yet its life chart for me. Those images bring words to life. 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. Then the words become poems and I open with them the road to romance. Then all my silences recover their meaning. * From all my silences I mold images.unhinged from heaven will be my salvation. And I build a staircase to heaven just to find you are there waiting for me. * From the Valley of Hope a messenger is announcing my pre-destined Messiah. . Only him .
It will be pregnant with an always and our new world will give life to galaxies. When you think of finding me without knowing who and where I am I can sense it. And molecule by molecule my life is revived. . Unforgettable and perfect moment when our lost tears will dare to tie up our souls. I tremble imagining our encounter. The day I will find you will be more than a day.Alicia Ghiragossián 221 LOVE HOLOGRAMS Just the one announced. I am being informed. * W The moment I will face you the horizon will stretch to embrace all the sunrises scheduled for the future. * hen I think of you my loneliness is shattered.
* . That will be the one. Stop torturing me with your bright yet unreachable images.Alicia Ghiragossián 222 LOVE HOLOGRAMS * Dream. 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. Stop showing me what I don’t have. I will infuse you with my breath until you crystallize. But on second thought… no… do not stop. 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. * That will be my love.
* On what street of paradise are we meeting? What is the language beyond alphabets we are using to communicate? There is this strange .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. Until you appeared… to fulfill the prophesy. nd we will be elated to the kingdom reserved for us... *** 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.
And before learning how to walk again I started to fly. * Orphaned by love I became as old as time itself until a new life arrived. You are a hope dressed up with the colors of destiny. A muse to make me sing under the summer rain. And I recognize the intoxicating aroma of gardenias lavenders and Casablanca lilies. I have not seen you yet knowing that you exist .Alicia Ghiragossián 224 LOVE HOLOGRAMS this overpowering energy that spells togetherness deepens consciousness to discover beauty and enter into the intense dimensions of life. 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.
I don’t know your role in the path of my life. * Y Your picture is not clear. You are my tangible now and I am walking . Yet I can see inside you through your words and embrace your essence spelling destiny for me. …And everything on the planet woke up in celebration. I might fall into them and drawn. I don’t know about your eyes. * ou appeared in my life chart knitting a pledge of intentions and building up a monument of hopes. I only know that this moment and this essence of the possible are totally mine.Alicia Ghiragossián 225 LOVE HOLOGRAMS revives my fantasy and I become alive and my heart gets restored. Perhaps it is too soon.
* You touched me with the aroma of hundreds of magnolias and we haven’t met yet. I only heard your voice loaded with love. What is it if not pure magic this power of love? * o e-mail.Alicia Ghiragossián 226 LOVE HOLOGRAMS through the present to start the new chart promised by the stars. * I am etherized. N . No telegram. I am totally etherized. It seems our emotions are triggered from past lives and they are anxious to meet again. 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.
Find me. * Full moon. Just your voice unbreakable penetrating . * No contact with the world. 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. And the full moon became the witness.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. An intoxicating now was being born. I don’t want to hear any other voice to dissipate yours. Look for our past history. And take my life out of this box empty of you.
Alicia Ghiragossián 228 LOVE HOLOGRAMS calling me rainbow. 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. 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. * have been in love before but it feels different every time. I see you and feel at home. A I . But how did you know that all my tears . And I sense the promotion from Higher Powers to finally let me touch happiness.
Flood me with the lights reserved for lovers. *** I Holograms of the encounter ll along at the edge of my impatience I was a feather in the wind constantly soaring A .Alicia Ghiragossián 229 LOVE HOLOGRAMS * Erase the shadows of all the hands that touched my skin. And I felt it. Let us dance from earth to heaven and hug strongly until our wings join. * 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. You were the one.
Alicia Ghiragossián 230 LOVE HOLOGRAMS in the unknown. But the “V” remained intact. Years later I met you. I was LOVE. The new language came with a message clearly engraved on the bracelet you gave me: Love never faileth. So I glued it to my heart to start a new alphabet. And the first word was Victory to reward my faith. 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. And I sent my wish to the universe. Heaven sent me then a new language to blend with my heart. I always believed in love. . As a symbol of faith.
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
* Now I know why I couldn’t love anyone else for such a long time…. . Now I know we cannot be but one. I feared that the anatomy of my dreams would remain intact that nobody would melt them to existence. * Our oneness was decided by a pre-written destiny. I know this encounter is registered somewhere in the highest levels of the beyond where a glance is enough to declare togetherness.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. Now I know that solitude and loneliness was just the price to be now enchanted by you.
In a half-lit room light was never more blinding to see things from the very inside. * Moment of tenderness. My cells organized themselves to receive with a ritual the most subtle energies of divinity. We were fused.Alicia Ghiragossián 243 LOVE HOLOGRAMS But you appeared…. You rearranged my life and every doubt found its death. And then…right then my universe found its balance to understand harmony and beauty. 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 .
We are together. I almost feel transparent dematerialized entering through your skin to keep you company.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. * A I feel like a bride a glimmering archangel . * 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. And that is our best history. Our union has completed its circle.
Alicia Ghiragossián 245 LOVE HOLOGRAMS in a cathedral of clouds. In that remote island of phantoms and myths . A whole ceremony is performed by the ultimate Source. * 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. Your smile has soothed my old scars and your voice is around my heart repeating I cannot live without you. 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. A Spanish guitar the waltz we danced and you the magician of my life changed everything.
* 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. They are cast till the end of time.by divine command – will recreate our kiss. * Last night I didn't cry . Not even the purest rain coming from heaven can wash out the imprint of your lips.my love - . 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.Alicia Ghiragossián 246 LOVE HOLOGRAMS you became my place of refuge. Our lips will not be there yet all the rose petals .
I could hear your tearless response. And we recognized in a flash the new cradle of love. Our love is immortal. 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. The prophesy is fulfilled. * There are glances dancing between your eyes and mine while a music adds heaven to our space. It has filled already W . * e cannot die…. And we grow wings to go with the fairies as high as their fantasy land. As silent and revealing as your unconscious self.Alicia Ghiragossián 247 LOVE HOLOGRAMS my tears just wanted to meet your lips so they can acknowledge my passion.
Alicia Ghiragossián 248 LOVE HOLOGRAMS all the pages of the unwritten books of love. You look at me with that special language only heard by me echoing in my blood stream. * You are the one who shared my road somewhere in time. 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. 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. You are the one. My everything. * . My love.
We were purified with the unmistakable signs of how much God is loving us. But in fact they are always imposed by heaven. . * Our beings expanded mesmerized.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. And I can walk through time to renew the chart promised by the stars. * Loves are handmade on earth. I knew from the first day that our encounter was unavoidable. Your essence spells karma for me. That it would transcend the self.
So we enter Eden without knocking…. * I have not erased your message in the answering machine. * When our souls meet we enter the unexplored and we float . I walk through the streets of Los Angeles and nobody suspects I have a melody of love dwelling in my hair. 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. The sound of your voice is still there and in my brain sending impulses…. And by some kind of ultrasound magic the waves of your voice spreading from my brain infiltrated my hair.
You and I above it all touching a twilight existence transcending the time when lesser gods retire. . Through love we conquer all the goodness of existence. Reality surpassed the imagination of poets the passionate loves ever the deepest resonance heard. We capture the meaning of being and clarity is revealed without boundaries. Larger than a dream. Through love we conquer wisdom.Alicia Ghiragossián 251 LOVE HOLOGRAMS in free form. And I reached the frequency of light walked to the horizon and blended with the sun. * Above the world. Your offering was like a religious experience. * It was unique.
With you – my dear I didn’t fall in love. With you… I rose to love.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.
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. I have not lost anyone.
Yet your people grew in solidarity to a new height of the soul. We all were when your twin towers melted down. They were gray days full of ashes. Perhaps you suffered. And thus my song for the country was born: I’m proud of you…. You were indignant. * 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.Alicia Ghiragossián 254 WAR and TRUTH Government of America: This is the shorthand of an open feeling. A quantum voice addressed directly at your conscience.
And it became I-deal. A trampoline to oil. A soul that breathes ashes will eventually collapse. * You claimed idealism. Your Ideal was uncovered and dissected.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. 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. Yet you opened new trenches for disaster. The defense of the country. . Today my song says: We cannot build with ashes.
Isn’t that your veiled confession? * Y Speeches….Alicia Ghiragossián 256 WAR and TRUTH A quicksand for integrity. Money is the true addiction. Pontius Pilate .” We understand that “we” doesn’t mean the people of our country but it implies those who negotiate with oil. * ou cannot even accept a healthy disagreement.Speeches…. The premise is: with you or against you with you or pessimism. 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. And a Freudian slip uncovers your truth: “We are addicted to oil.
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. If you see it you don’t feel it and you don’t adopt the solutions at your reach. 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. You are exposed.Alicia Ghiragossián 257 WAR and TRUTH would have done no better. Lies upon lies manipulation of excuses Y . What a waste of our hopes and trust! What a murder of dreams! * ou look at our pain without seeing it.
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? . What was that? Didn’t you like the status or the color of those people? They were Americans like you.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. And you don’t even suspect that the abuse of power weakens to death. * 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.
Not corporate gain. 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 . * But many of our soldiers saw the truth and didn’t want to be part of it. Curtains that are never intended to be raised. Morality is adjourned in your court house. 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.Alicia Ghiragossián 259 WAR and TRUTH * A heavy mass of melted rubber and oil money is circulating through your veins.
Just to be at home. They wanted peace. With or without purple hearts or brown stars. It takes also you. It takes all of us. With or without honors. But peace takes a village. They were with Christ with all the anointed who rejected hypocrisy. They wanted to escape from hell. * T . 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….Alicia Ghiragossián 260 WAR and TRUTH killings and explosions and return to family and friends to Love and Harmony. * hey were with Gandhi in the sacred duty of not cooperating with the forces of evil.
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. 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.
We put power in your hands and you crossed the line.Alicia Ghiragossián 262 WAR and TRUTH dressed you with shame. Almost erased it. * 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 . We put trust in your hands and we reaped selfishness. * We the people were mocked. Yet you increased it. Painfully. We expected you to dissolve foreign anger against the country.
* You learned to repeat the same justifications.Alicia Ghiragossián 263 WAR and TRUTH that reached us all: aggressor and aggressed. And you generated a confusion that punched us . You took. 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. Detainees tortured. Civilians slaughtered in Iraq. You gave. Victims in both worlds. 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.
You came naked and you will return the same way. The name of God was soiled. Was it printed on the dollar so money would become a god? And why? You cannot take it with you beyond this life.Alicia Ghiragossián 264 WAR and TRUTH and knocked us out. * Now we all would simply like to know what kind of life force is behind the drive to cause the misery of thousands. Why so much harm? To sell more weapons and supplies? To possess oil? . Perhaps right there is where you want us: away from our true road. You just cannot. * … And the caravan goes on marching over the swamps of the same green map decorated with heroes.
* Money to get more money. Power to get more power insatiably to finally slap the essence of the country. 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. .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.
We had the atomic era.Alicia Ghiragossián 266 WAR and TRUTH All twisted values composed by the same brains. . * 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. We have the oil era. 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. The time for Hiroshima. The time for Iraq.
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 . Denounce the pacifists for lack of patriotism and exposing the country to danger. To create gas chambers and concentration camps. * hat happened with “no person can be the law?” We can all recognize state terrorism hidden under the label of reason. It seems tailor made in the present for tortures rape of dignity and trampling human rights.
They are those who can detect truth.Alicia Ghiragossián 268 WAR and TRUTH of the bridge to stop the avalanche? We are all hoping to see the awakening of conscience. 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. * rrogance and blasphemy is all we perceive. Who are those mothers against war? I dare to tell you who they are. 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.
And who can know the truth better than those with vision to see the work of evil in all crimes? * The lands remained mined. The soul of the nation remained mined. After all it’s not difficult to allege extreme circumstances ignore the Nuremberg standard and glorify illegitimacy. They are not counting . They are not counting the tons of cynicism and distrust spread over the planet.Alicia Ghiragossián 269 WAR and TRUTH but only the path to restore nothingness to destroy it all. * Just see the pictures of the mutilated and you’ll tremble. Explanations? Think-tanks will provide them. The air remained mined. Casualties? Some. Pick up all the tears shed and you will drown in them.
Alicia Ghiragossián 270 WAR and TRUTH the possibilities lost. 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 . Will humanity and justice ever prevail gain? * y child did not go to war. I have not lost anyone. I know. 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.
War and destruction. We feel that the engine of our hope is demolished. . No one should escape through the back door of a stage without reading the signs hanging over the corridors: Boomerang. * 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. Because it will. No one should cause suffering. It will come back to you.
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 . Worshiped.Alicia Ghiragossián 272 WAR and TRUTH Is this all there is in the advancement of humankind? * Technology is advanced. Elevated.
Deliver a thousand sincere speeches and they will not mitigate the intensity of our pain neither they will be able to dry our tears.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. . Corruption can only take us to darkness. Today. * S Turn on a thousand chandeliers at your parties and they will not cure the darkness of greed. We need light and purity. The light of that future is born from truth beauty and harmony.
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. Selfishness is dancing like a dark cloud around us . * But if the executioners worship God it is not possible to imagine what should be expected from Devil worshipers. * 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.
Even if wiped away every particle of its memory becomes a missile launched W .though that our country has become the widow of love full of tears chasing a flower bud in deep winter. And we keep folding and refolding our hopes.Alicia Ghiragossián 275 WAR and TRUTH shattering the colors and shapes of time. We know . How much lower lowness can descend to walk all over our feelings. * e don’t know how much more cruel cruelty can become. And we also know that the blood unjustly shed does not vanish. We feel you are constantly taking black and white snapshots of our impotence.
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. We need the spiritual light to dissipate so much darkness. Truth and war. * War and truth. We need your genuine repentance to shed the past and recover our lost pride.Alicia Ghiragossián 276 WAR and TRUTH against darkened souls to push them into the black holes of the cosmos to be pulverized. But still alive. * e need Justice to resonate in our lives. Excluding each other being mutually annihilated. What a shame that someday our children will pay W .
*** . * There is no other way to a meaningful existence than to be connected with heaven and respect its rules. We might forget. 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. In that fraction Wars do not exist. In that fraction we can master forever the supreme Truth of life. The universe doesn’t. The universe doesn’t.Alicia Ghiragossián 277 WAR and TRUTH the price…. We might forgive.
* A new song of songs wished me good morning and bonded itself so tightly to my skin it seemed it was there always. .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.
The volumes of history opened a new page and the strings of the universe pronounced at full voice . And every drop of blood became a soldier to evict the outsider. But the truth is that your distance didn’t exist. 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. Your umbilical cord with your homeland your true mother was breathing life in secret and your pulse always confessed the supremacy of the roots. And it so happened that your tribe decided to bring you back.Alicia Ghiragossián 279 GOOD MORNING ARTSAKH You lived for so long in someone else’s arms it seemed you would never be back.
now Turkish territory. From the roots of Van ** a rebel tear was released uncovering my soul and its vibes of missing you. Warmth was flowing from the sad eyes of Artsakh as a late encounter. ** Former city of Armenia. Like a giant escaped from a tale it was welcoming me with a smile. And below those skies offering springtime in autumn a breathtaking powerful rock was standing up. 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.* * came… I saw… and this time I was cannon-fired by all the skies of ancestry.Alicia Ghiragossián 280 GOOD MORNING ARTSAKH Good morning Artsakh. I .
And I was illuminated. * ood morning Stepanakert.* It is so good the morning when you can see the entire planet condensed in a small city. * 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.Alicia Ghiragossián 281 GOOD MORNING ARTSAKH gets lighted with love. Today my soul and the world grew together on a parallel road. . Through the splendor of the sun I G * Capital of Artsakh. My smile and yours met and joined when a powerful now was being born from the lights of your mountains.
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. H .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. And totally renewed I walk straight toward the future I so much awaited. He spoke to me without a voice. * 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.
I was walking with an old song on my lips when suddenly my steps followed yours to find a new road designed from above. The same life-promising ones are in my native country the same laurel berries to crown ideals.Alicia Ghiragossián 283 GOOD MORNING ARTSAKH he had forgotten his meanness. And for a split second danger vanished. * I knew your mountains. Even the sun was talking to me with the same style. Even the wild jackal of my land was giving me a welcome. * It was written and there was no need to read it. And by command of that sun I repeated my birth. The music of my old song faded away .
* 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. 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 . My steps entered your steps. A new song of songs wished me good morning and bonded itself so tightly to my skin it seemed it was there always.Alicia Ghiragossián 284 GOOD MORNING ARTSAKH and the lyrics changed. And I saw the true color of my mission.
* From other galaxies I float toward your skies. Then I become a cloud to sprinkle on your dreams so they grow my Artsakh – and reach reality. In the universe dreams are the embryos of reality. * 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 . 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.Alicia Ghiragossián 285 GOOD MORNING ARTSAKH to soothe my sadness and renew my hope.
* Through the passage of my roots I touched that angle of my inner self where I had harbored my incomplete life. And my heart woke up from slumber mixing new emotions with old memories.Alicia Ghiragossián 286 GOOD MORNING ARTSAKH imparts life to your cells? That miracle is simply called roots. I finally found the lost doors of paradise. * It was the first time that your rocks greeted me . There was a long speech in those leaves isolated by Autumn a singular melody that reached my core. And the cycle of my life was completed. The moment was clear….
And my life story was renewed. * The old love melted in the landscape which was filling up all the corners * City in Artsakh. A piece of my skin turned scroll. Perhaps it had a different name but it was mine. Matured tears surrendered and rolled down my words as a confession. And I had to return to go on writing on that scroll my story unfinished. Perhaps it was not Shushi then. No.Shushi -* opening the pages of my ancient past.Alicia Ghiragossián 287 GOOD MORNING ARTSAKH . . I have been close to those rocks. That was not the first time.
You do not touch me yet you can move my heart. My heart undressed radiating the feeling of missing you already. And higher toward the cleanest sky. * n presence of your crosses I felt the veins of belief and inside them Y I .Alicia Ghiragossián 288 GOOD MORNING ARTSAKH of my hotel balcony and impregnating me. The city was smiling at me that early morning when silence was composing the melody of the gods. You do not talk yet I can hear your words addressed to me. * ou are not transparent yet I can see through your history. You look straight into my fate and life takes charge. …And the new love was born. I was flying toward the trees and the mountains.
And I got attached to you….Alicia Ghiragossián 289 GOOD MORNING ARTSAKH the exodus the massacre the tragedy…. * When I invoke you a promise overflows my essence and my total devotion becomes a transcendental religious experience. Deeply. . And emerging from that experience the powers of the universe baptize the moment with unbreakable secrets. From the Princes of Karabakh* to the executed poets and the last battle of the heroes…. I closed my eyes and prayed. I also felt the cannibalism of the soul shredding heaven and sliding its pieces under my feet. …And together * Former name of Artsakh.
And my heart stood up widened and became a love embracing boundless dimension. I can still hear its pounding. * I can measure the dimension of your soul and I can hear its chants when I stand on your land. Ar-tsakh…. Ar-tsakh.Alicia Ghiragossián 290 GOOD MORNING ARTSAKH we head to rebuild the sacred peace promised. Ar-tsakh. 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.
Thus happened the tremor of love. The outside fortress was building up the fortress inside.Shushi while your giant rock under my feet sixteen hundred meters from the sea level was gaining power with holy majesty. Those candles were celebrating destiny I . I was absent for a second involved in the past and the future while the present was being imprinted in my parallel soul.Alicia Ghiragossián 291 GOOD MORNING ARTSAKH with magical oxygen and it was the beginning of a new breathing. I was standing on thousands of years and became taller than myself when the flame of my seven candles grew taller. * lit seven candles in your empty cathedral .
Alicia Ghiragossián 292 GOOD MORNING ARTSAKH …and I lived the exceptional first moment of a new time. now Turkish territory. Just the memory of the heroes fallen to bring Shushi home. * Empty houses broken windows and ghosts flying in and out from them. No one walking on the streets. They were lonely houses without neighbors or postmen or telephones…. Yet the city was freezing under the sun …and crying.* Why did I feel so strongly * City of historic Armenia. . * But the land of my ancestors was Van…. It was a hot day.
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. Today your angels visited me and I saw projected ** Province of historic Armenia. Didn’t this land belong to my people as well? * A whirlwind is conquering my heart. .** …And I understood the message.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.
* W Resurrected from the legend the queen had returned to expiate her guilt to pay for her debt. * 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. Humbled on her knees * Assyrian queen of the 9th century BC ** Armenian king of the 9th century BC .
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. * 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 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. * 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. 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 .
And I saw the day of tomorrow. * estiny determined and I woke up to welcome my new time. . * D Open the volumes of history…. Page by page our builder hands our sweat our epic poems and legends were sculpted there * City in Artsakh (former Lachin). 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.Alicia Ghiragossián 297 GOOD MORNING ARTSAKH of my race. The dazzling light of that table offered me a prophetic vision.
The universe respects justice. * My dreams embodied yours and I received the command of belonging baptized with the mysteries of time. And do not stop listening the steps of truth in our new existence. Your truth found a place in my palms . That warmth made me join your heroes to define a different brand of struggle. Open particularly the chapter of the future and see the smile of our heroes.Alicia Ghiragossián 298 GOOD MORNING ARTSAKH and our inalienable rights were established.Artsakh and I closed them to keep it warm. * . And accordingly determines everything.
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. * 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.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. Although I have also autographed on your heart .
Alicia Ghiragossián 300 GOOD MORNING ARTSAKH to be imprinted on that corner of your soul reserved to join mine. I feel they are still pounding strongly very strongly almost breaking the marble stones. They are in a row… and I walk by that row . * The tombs are aligned one after the other in a row seeding bravery in my steps. I can sense sadness in the departed yet at the same time so much pride. Picture by picture I detect the hearts of the fallen. And I will endlessly receive the energy of your presence to build up my horizon. They had a pact with Providence to be reborn as heroes of the people.
* 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. There a map was laid A .
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.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. You have been ours L . * 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. Exactly at the heart of Stepanakert.
* 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. * Y I am a voluntary hostage of that land those people and a past enrooted in the core of existence .Alicia Ghiragossián 303 GOOD MORNING ARTSAKH . I was renewed molecule by molecule with your legendary voice which suddenly became mine. A clean sky was our witness.Artsakh and you will be ours always. It was like the power of tales bonding us with chains and we were intoxicated. You were talking… .Artsakh and adding to my essence your lifeblood.
* he moment I left I sent my voice of love to your mountains and the echo came back T T . Warm…. Understood….Alicia Ghiragossián 304 GOOD MORNING ARTSAKH where innocence is still alive. But a deep night reigns all over. And I feel myself in the arms of my father. But the bars and locks of my space are subtle transparent made of a lining that holds from the inside all the hidden dreams. * he sun is setting. My luggage is ready. I’m leaving and the sun is hiding to avoid a farewell. The sun doesn’t know how to cry. With the tenderness of a newly born bird.
When it reached to your mountains the waves of sound changed and your mountains answered me with their own voice tangled with my own. Moment of joy. * 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. My cells rearranged themselves receiving with divine ritual the highest energies W . …And I was lost in its mystery. I left but my naked self stayed with your clouds.Alicia Ghiragossián 305 GOOD MORNING ARTSAKH but it was not my voice anymore.
We could barely take the picture when the car slowed down. Your pictures in my hand became air-water-land. These are the rocks standing like an army at the entrance of Artsakh. And I want to hug our essence and breathe your need.Alicia Ghiragossián 306 GOOD MORNING ARTSAKH to become the embryo of a new connection. …And this other a view from the hotel. Mountains trees and the clear sky of Autumn clearing the soul. These pictures are so much more than pieces of paper… P . * 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.
* hen you remember you invoke a presence that becomes tangible. The call of my blood made me embrace the new sprouts of Artsakh and add a huge pounding to my heart. You breathe that presence you touch it you make it yours. Then you say good-bye to it until the next memory. * T W . * 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.Alicia Ghiragossián 307 GOOD MORNING ARTSAKH They are alive.
* 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. . But only God knows with what threads of life.Alicia Ghiragossián 308 GOOD MORNING ARTSAKH From my past I gather emotions wishes victories and I place them inside you .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.
my dear. But I will be back. * I But wasn’t I born already? How did my second birth happen? I examine all the mysteries of existence . 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 .Alicia Ghiragossián 309 GOOD MORNING ARTSAKH * am amazed.
God as supreme signs. * 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.Alicia Ghiragossián 310 GOOD MORNING ARTSAKH and I can see Your footsteps .my ancient land – that you locked yourself in my fantasy . * From where does your power come . You are placing an obligation on my shoulders and I accept it as a heavenly decision.
Hour by hour destiny is becoming clear to say hello from the future. *** .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.
. * Love. Existence where the tear is not a liquid anymore but a slice of soul that falls in pain or joy.ONE AND A HALF MILLENNIA OF LOVE Perhaps as a prophesy it was written in my genes the intimacy with yours.
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 . A finished unfinished past. Centuries later a strong quake rattled the shore and when the waters retreated they left behind my lonely key.Alicia Ghiragossián 313 ONE AND A HALF MILLENNIA… I locked my almost dying heart and threw the key into the ocean. I don’t know which wave swallowed it but the desire to love became a memory. I picked it up trembling I moved it closer to my handicapped heart and with the rituals of waiting I clenched it tightly.
. 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. In an instance we restored and revived the old strings of belonging.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. 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.
I was resurrected like Lazarus. The kiss became newborn. Insomnia was surrounded by long hours visiting a tired mind to rearrange the images of love tides. * We created an amazing us. It seemed that the breath of existence started with us. After one and a half millennia..And the wedding was consummated from full moon to sunrise. 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.Alicia Ghiragossián 315 ONE AND A HALF MILLENNIA… And we pulled to the present the distant love that overwhelmed our beings.. . To be exact fifteen hundred and sixty long years... .
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. 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. * 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.
Us. 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.Alicia Ghiragossián 317 ONE AND A HALF MILLENNIA… fell asleep like an innocent child and remained imprisoned in the perfect moment. An old story without history. A huge fortress with secret passages. * Us. 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 .
Alicia Ghiragossián 318 ONE AND A HALF MILLENNIA… that do not bring rain because they are only pregnant with love. * The essence of our love grows then thickens and fumes away to enter into the secluded hallways . * The moment is blended with an eternity created by those melting hours grown within our embraces. Us. 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. Pure yet sinful and pagan adoration.
I can only feel that the miracle is happening in the heavens of love and the candle flame. 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. Our love is incorporated within the heartbeat of my blood and has become mine totally.Alicia Ghiragossián 319 ONE AND A HALF MILLENNIA… of the soul and gets lost or perhaps simply hides from pain. And the words of prayer are growing to transcend those heavens. * don’t know if the power of my prayer is lighting my candle or the flame of my candle is creating my prayer. * I .
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. 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. Perhaps I’m sensing that coming from the unrevealed a new essence of love is being born. Flight after flight I feel the transformation. From the uncertain images of nothingness I created you when you decided to seduce me . And I loved you in the same measure of your impatience. * I felt it.
And they sound as if they have been said for the first time. * There is a fountain of truth and timelessness in the words you pronounce for me.Alicia Ghiragossián 321 ONE AND A HALF MILLENNIA… and surrender. The angel of christenings came down to return to me what I had forgotten. 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 I’m surprised. There is a symphony of colors in the light you bring for me. Now I know. * And delirium was baptized with another name when the impossible became a form of justice.seven times by infinity. A whirlwind .
* . 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.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. * 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.
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. * hen I embrace you you drop so much sweetness into the dimensions of my own self that time stops. In a simple city W . 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.
* erhaps as a prophesy it was written in my genes the intimacy with yours. Do I love you I .Alicia Ghiragossián 324 ONE AND A HALF MILLENNIA… we are founding a whole kingdom.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. Can you understand why I remained silent? * ’m confused. 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. I adore you .
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 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.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.
What is a hundred years for those who have waited one and a half millennia? . Tell me. Let’s keep this fairy tale for our next life. Do you exist or did I just invent you? Tell me who are you that dared to promise a love till death.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. 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. Let’s forget this senseless us. And explain to me. This is not our century.
And I believed you because I believe in life. Early in the morning I throw myself out to the streets . And the fairy tale of love continued. Time stopped. To forget is a sure death.Alicia Ghiragossián 327 ONE AND A HALF MILLENNIA… We cannot forget you said. And all those islands were gathered in me as an Apocalypse of existence... * The time of farewell has arrived. * 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.
I know my nostalgia will permanently swim.Alicia Ghiragossián 328 ONE AND A HALF MILLENNIA… of the sorcerer city carrying your phantom inside me. I just walk and it seems to me that the road is whispering good-byes and dividing itself into a faultless two. The known landscape is constantly renewing itself under the breath of love. A misty future intercepts my way and a silent tear splits the soul. A stubborn ocean enters at once where . * 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 .
Your caresses printed on every cell of my skin. Distance has created volumes of memories.Alicia Ghiragossián 329 ONE AND A HALF MILLENNIA… the core of the soul in search of a soul mate. We cuddled and rocked there until we became a dream. Your unusual words A . * ll our moments together echo inside me. Your glances still roaming around my heart. * Distance is now dressed with a cold ocean over the T-shirt of desires. 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 orbit of love kneeling with veneration rituals of extraterrestrial orbits.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 . A touch of clouds at your fingertips searching for mysteries and tenderness and spark. * You had hands of heaven.
* our eyes crowned my boundless desires with intangible diamonds.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. * he moment of love deeply sculpted in me awakens Y T . 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. And we remained like that waiting together for the next radiation of the universe we attained. Your kisses conquered my bodiless self and slid in through my pores to touch my life its death and origins its age and eternity.
The tear becomes sweet within the margins of my unsaid words. I remember. And a tear lands on my lips and I feel its salt evaporate. And at that moment I can only pronounce your name. * take a deep breath and with the oxygen inhaled your image enters into my lungs. I suddenly notice that I cannot breathe without the presence of your image I . 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.Alicia Ghiragossián 332 ONE AND A HALF MILLENNIA… with the colors of dream and a fully armed nostalgia invades my vulnerable self.
Alicia Ghiragossián 333 ONE AND A HALF MILLENNIA… and the rhythm of life becomes distorted. And I don’t know if I am intoxicated by defeat or victory but I simply wait. I breathe so as to be in peace with the pounding of my heart and be able to love you. 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 love you so as to be in peace with my lungs and be able to breathe. * . * 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.
Insomnia has planned to burn my eyes but under my eyelids .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. 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. * It’s two o’clock three-thirty six. Lightning is condensed next to a thousand flights and impossible dreams that knock at my door with the anxiety of a lost traveler.
Those memories grew to provoke explosions and became the entire me. * My brain is rewinding itself constantly to listen to your words.Alicia Ghiragossián 335 ONE AND A HALF MILLENNIA… I find your picture imprinted. 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 . * 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. And I embrace you until the insomnia of tomorrow.
Coming from the abyss my tears visit me. It will destroy me . * And every day when life’s routine is over silence deepens to inform me of your absence. Don’t go away..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.Alicia Ghiragossián 336 ONE AND A HALF MILLENNIA… to chain in the soul like the thousand and one nights of the being. And I invoke you elating voice bewitching entity my only love. .. When you are not at my side the planet is emptied the entire world is deserted. And together my tears and I miss you deeply.
Love. *** L . 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. 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.
* 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. * …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 .
from the dimension of the gods. as if they were imposed from above. although I wrote only for a handful of them. Innumerable people contribute to our growth or give us pleasure. be through acquired information or through emotional experiences. When we grow. The idea of this book was born from that curiosity. with every information we receive consciously or unconsciously. enriched. It would take volumes to include all of them and a few hundred years. When we love. . for me. Plato rightly said that true artists. It is also a manner to thank them. I felt identified with the messengers I encountered in my life in a symbiotic relationship. This is my way to express my admiration of an art. Messages are a means of discovering truth and learning. from beyond the stars. a feeling of curiosity invaded me. as if they were connected with that point of the universe that surpasses temporary life. learning and deepening. there is a process of enlightenment in our conscience. we are always convinced it’s forever. a craft or a life mission. nourished. those who inspired him in some way. They were immortals. After I collected a good number of poems to become a book. Life is a constant process of absorption. I gave them a name: Beyond the Stars.Alicia Ghiragossián 339 IMMORTALS INTRODUCTION Several years ago. because we come in touch with eternity. they are connected with the Source. and the need to write about them was overpowering. inspired and grow with enlightenment. I wished I knew who were those that Shakespeare admired. The title came to me because I felt that the energy and messages I had received had a seal of permanence. creators and saints are the messengers of God. I wish I could. We are moved.
Alicia Ghiragossián Glendale. and enlightenment through growth. and it was divided into two volumes: Immortals and Gallery of Lights. I hope these poems register in time and space. Dr. and add a grain of beauty to the domain of existence. California. since the second is still in progress. and they can share with us the divine secrets of the gods. so that attracted by that beauty. Later on. I included in this work the first volume. the book took on a life of its own. 2010 . We can share with them our human emotions and earthly joys. since the concept of light triggers that of limelights. the Higher Powers of the Universe can join us on earth.Alicia Ghiragossián 340 IMMORTALS And that is what I experienced: eternity through love.
* To Jorge Luis BORGES Dear Jorge Luis: you started your trip and all the suns greeted you to interrupt mist.you kissing my hand – was imprinted on the thin air of Buenos Aires.’ A classic picture .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. When was it that you left? The saddest city was no longer Venice but my lonely heart. One by one ghosts paraded .
Alicia Ghiragossián 342 IMMORTALS to discover the mysteries of the aleph and the cosmic mirrors reflected your words. The pronounced ones. Please believe me. The written ones The thought ones. 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. The new world opened its doors and space became yours. 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. You closed your eyes already closed to really see with the multiplied vision of the soul. Some new discoveries yet people continue living in small dimensions .
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. Your world is so much better….just as in past centuries – perhaps packaging with more elegance the concentrated pills of selfishness and the total destruction of love. Now is farewell time. I leave rolling my nostalgia in a poem which I intend to read for you one of these afternoons . Although I don’t understand why you kissed me on the cheek. 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.Alicia Ghiragossián 343 IMMORTALS . Well… perhaps time will decipher those celestial messages. Oh! And speaking about dreams thanks for your visit.
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. .”* Now I lock your image in my magic box . * 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. You took me there * Argentine tea-like beverage.Alicia Ghiragossián 344 IMMORTALS when you feel like drinking a “mate.which dissolves good-byes and I whisper to you: See you soon – genius see you soon.
All precious and secret keys to own true joy and rise above the small world. 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.Alicia Ghiragossián 345 IMMORTALS where life never knows of death. 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. I have inherited the injustices you suffered . I have forgiven as much as I could.nobody is a prophet in their own land and 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. 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 . I have opened my arms and felt crucified for loving too much. 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.Alicia Ghiragossián 346 IMMORTALS at the Golgotha sharing your pain and weeping with your mother. You touched my head while I was kissing the edge of your white robe.
And you appeared without asking a question…. You made me bow before your greatness until my tears announced the ritual of purification. …Because you are chosen and sent to sprinkle light on our roads.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. 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 . 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. …Because you perceive beyond words.
Master of the brush we salute your genius filtered through your shapes and colors outlining your superb art. The dreams of your canvas became alive and you created new miracles. * .Alicia Ghiragossián 348 IMMORTALS of heaven. And I see the gods of creation shaking your hand. You are the Master of timeless knowledge. * 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.
Tragedy enwombs the sweetest memories to remind us of an immeasurable loss. 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 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….Alicia Ghiragossián 349 IMMORTALS To Princess DIANA Sadness never had a tear loaded with so many lit candles with so much grief. Princess of warmth. Archangel of pain and love. .
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. 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. 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.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. Diana. A new christening of the sun sculpted on all the crowns to remind us the true nature of power. Beauty of truth. *Armenian journalist assassinated in Turkey. You. . You. for writing about the Armenian genocide.
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.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. 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. Your departure was not death but national life. .
You … the leader. * To Placido DOMINGO I heard your voice and a symphony of brilliance and refined art registered in my heart. …And we all became Hrant Dink. I heard your suffering Othello and all the pain in the world all the tears became mine. And you… You became our flag. I heard you to hear you over and over and be transported through your voice. We became Hrant Dink. * .Alicia Ghiragossián 353 IMMORTALS Your immortality became alive designed by God.
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.
Let’s leave this world of numbers and colorless life and let’s lose ourselves to enter essence.Alicia Ghiragossián 365 IMMORTALS Give me your hand and let’s escape in slow motion to build poems from the future. 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 .
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. They called you Mother because a heart in pain always came first because you were there for every need. . Your boundless energy moved mountains to shape the indifference of men and you gathered the hands of the world to build a new sunrise. So small yet so strong and determined.Alicia Ghiragossián 366 IMMORTALS beyond your own body to touch a sufferer to soothe a wounded soul. You .
…And that is how saints are born. *** .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. You closed your eyes .I know to design a new task to reach a new heaven to defeat all death.
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. .
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. 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. * Your presence injected wings into my old desires pressed down . You added new palpitations to my heart.
Poetical dialogue through the waves of silence where you and I were searching for souls.Alicia Ghiragossián 370 BEYOND MEMORIES to the domains of forgetfulness. You just appeared to provoke the exodus of darkness and recreate the radiance of life. 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. * AT THE EGYPTIAN MUSEUM Mystical encounter near the tombs of past glories. We both felt the presence .
* Do not lie to me.Alicia Ghiragossián 371 BEYOND MEMORIES of eternal instants. Perfection is a mirage an illusion. 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. I might fantasize with them. We knew the intensity of belonging to each other with just glancing and escaping in a diagram of fantasy. I could be devoured by the flames of the impossible and I could see my unbreakable dreams shattered. And I will never know your name. But what if this is the divine verdict of destiny? What if it is . Do not pronounce the right words.
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. 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. A melted icon of purity and joy. . Bring me back to earth. Up and up in the spiral connected with miracles I completely vanish I disappear from myself to become us.
Do not even dare. 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. . No.Alicia Ghiragossián 373 BEYOND MEMORIES Tell me you are made of flesh and blood. Relic leaning on a whole life. Let them fly toward me to design the motion of my wings. * Y Last love. * ou have angels in your eyes. No.
. The very last love. 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.. The last. I close my eyes and I see that smile of yours spread I . * close my eyes and I see you at the airport with that sad look overcoming your body and telling me good-bye in silence.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.
There is a huge ocean between us but you are not even a heartbeat away from me. I close my eyes and true life is renewed in myself. Your smile can light up my complete world. Y I .Alicia Ghiragossián 375 BEYOND MEMORIES all over your face and I hold it strong so it does not vanish from my mind. * 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. * don’t feel lonely. Your memories are with me. Misty pictures of a forest witnessing a long awaited hug or a tender-shy kiss.
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. I cannot live without you. * Hold me tight. You softly murdered my past to uncover the beauty of love. And I followed my tears to the underground of emotions. I am invaded . My life-giving memories are with me. Protect me. There you were again invading my being. * You told me five words and decorated with roses the walls of my future.
I’m holding a perfect moment: the immeasurable privilege of the gods. So unrecognizably unique.Alicia Ghiragossián 377 BEYOND MEMORIES by your love. Hold me tight because then I’m hugging my dream I’m touching essence and light and love itself. Afraid of losing touch with reality and being sunken in magic. so we can walk on water soar above the clouds fly to heaven and share with angels the melodies of harps. Soft yet passionate. Hold me tight . So weakening to make me vulnerable yet powerful enough to move the world. Hold me tight. Sweet yet maddening. I feel it bursting in each particle of my being and I’m afraid.
My feelings are battered. . Attraction.. Let us trap this feeling and travel with it to the deepest vibrations of heaven and earth. Passion.Alicia Ghiragossián 378 BEYOND MEMORIES so no atom of love can exercise its wings and fly away. You trampled over my wounds.. We never ever made love. Hold me tight. Hold me tight my love. Did we make love? If I can say good-bye and lock myself out believe me. *** Of deception agnetism. Chemistry. * M Please do not talk to me.
Webs all around. The webs are still alive. . I am free to be trapped by sadness and pain. * The wine is ready. * am free in between two coins pressed to each other. Sweet dizziness can make me forget the frequency of the heartbeats laden with ashes. * I Webs. I want to close my eyes fly out of my body and ignore the world. the old love needed light but it was plugged to the wrong switch. The whole structure was electrocuted by dis-love.Alicia Ghiragossián 379 BEYOND MEMORIES And I have pushed you out of my orbit.
It became money fever and knocked at the doors of heartless courts so they could endorse . I do not know when and how that poison controlled our space and destroyed our plastic American dream.my dear that love is the genius of existence that the opposite of love is simply death. And playing this game of life and death the limitless had a limit within you which created an incurable plague of poison. I had told you .Alicia Ghiragossián 380 BEYOND MEMORIES * DIVORCE And your immature love grew into denial and choked its own roots to become a monster. It became a cancer and ruthlessly pulverized promise and hope child and future.
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. 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. 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. So I could not detect the Judas hidden under an angel’s face.
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. I am simply profound. * The horses of my carrousel are cracked falling down. * e complicated? No – my dear. And it happens that being on the very surface of emotions you become lost in my depth. M . I lost my sense of flying on the Pegasus of love and all the wings on earth remind me of death.Alicia Ghiragossián 382 BEYOND MEMORIES and registering in them a bitter memory an endless agony which permanently age but never die.
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. 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. Keep your distance from me.
But is it truly ended . 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. Letters born in the heart designs of the soul the sacred peace of my child all gone. Poison was the decaying element of an existence and death was born through a divorce where everything was burned with no return. Irreplaceable poems gone. 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.Alicia Ghiragossián 384 BEYOND MEMORIES struggled for freedom but was crushed by hatred.
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.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. O .
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. Within that magic love is spelled with the essence L .Alicia Ghiragossián 386 BEYOND MEMORIES * et me drink today the wine blessed in thousands of ritual altars to untie the strings of my faith. Where hope is not a word but destiny itself and a different sun can generate the magic of life.
I keep detailing myself in this endless learning .Alicia Ghiragossián 387 BEYOND MEMORIES of spirits. …And the biblical drink becomes the secret key to open the pages of a new calendar. It is only an image radiated from other images as those of life born in the absurdities that constantly sabotage existence. *** Of thoughts SCULPTURE The sculpture of my face does not exist. That is why my escapes are inwards to polish without contaminations the true sculpture of the being. It is just a mirage of the sculpture locked within me and refracted in a glance absent of glances.
Food for sale clothes witchcraft sex death and why not awards and titles. . 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.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.
.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. 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 390 BEYOND MEMORIES I look at you -hazy beauty of transparencyand say a renewed hello to my race. Today you are departing with closed eyes and broken breath. You enchantment of nature will be handed to nature. * ANI CROSSING THE THRESHOLD Adorable never-ending inspiration. The light of all candles. You will be in our thoughts . For dust thou art and unto dust shall thou return. And we will send you with our heartbeats roses white lilies carnations all the flowers of the world. The prayers of all languages. You are departing from us but only through matter.
Alicia Ghiragossián 391 BEYOND MEMORIES to renew life and your smile will return imprinted on heart shaped clouds crowned with rainbows. May your soul be in eternal peace. With those prayers we will send you our endless love. 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. 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. * .
After your sudden sunset something is missing . As unforgettable as your existence. As unforgettable as our dancing together with his voice. 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. 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. So many times we missed each other.
But you did. And I don’t know how to handle this painful emptiness this wound this loss the fingerprints of your friendship. 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.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 . You recognized like no one the fabric of my essence. This is the last goodbye until we meet again in that wide space called home.
Alicia Ghiragossián 394 BEYOND MEMORIES while I invent a new kind of hug for an old kind of love. *** . Farewell my dear Igor. Receive in peace all the flowers of my soul.
.And God entered my bedroom without slippers engraving the message with divine footprints. …And I rearranged my bedroom. …God was barefoot.BEYOND THE WORD MEDITATION Today my face is not reflected in the mirrors. .. I cannot fly. * . * If those who are dead would die within us we would not be so lonely.
Through words. We can relate to things which we cannot see nor touch because we feel them as a unique and non-transferable experience. We are on a different wavelength and frequency. For a creator. can become a spiritual nourishment if we sense the energy they carry and visualize their strength. California . but beyond. We can travel on a Quantum of light. or help someone link with the unspoken beauties of the universe. where the movement of atoms is registered. forms. They can enter. Words and their combinations. feelings. as well. Alicia Ghiragossián Glendale. reincarnation. to be able to encounter the mysteries of the universe. into new dimensions and create new realities. wholistic healing. plant a seed. to special energies. are beyond a bi-dimension. and we artists and writers are involved in it. Known thoughts. especially rare metaphors. images or colors. and we are projected to both. we travel deep into the inner landscape of the soul (both of people and things). and everything that science eventually ends up agreeing with. Dr. the micro and the macro-cosmos. We believe in meditation. I will feel my effort justified. We believe in the power of words and their connection. they are metadimensional. channeling. they enter a dimension that transcends known boundaries. not only to dictionary meanings.Alicia Ghiragossián 396 BEYOND THE WORD MEDITATION INTRODUCTION A New Age is born. If my work can open a door. words can have unorthodox destinations and fates. like those of the mantras.
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. I wiped away my worn out make-up and with it I cleaned all the acting all the pretending. * .Alicia Ghiragossián 397 BEYOND THE WORD MEDITATION Solitude I returned from the dinner dance tired exhausted. 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 am tired of the deafness . 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.Alicia Ghiragossián 398 BEYOND THE WORD MEDITATION Today my face is not reflected in the mirrors. Today without my wings I am not. I cannot fly. * 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 am in a cage.
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. * S If those who are dead would die within us we would not be so lonely. Souls without masks. Getting lost in its vacuum we find the chosen presence. * . We sketch our own solitude and we end up loving it. * olitude is like reasoning nothingness. If those who are alive would live within us we would not be so lonely. No one will know. I could not find on earth what I found beyond.
…And God was barefoot. Without a whisper. We became friends at a glance.Alicia Ghiragossián 400 BEYOND THE WORD MEDITATION .. nd God entered my bedroom without slippers engraving the message with divine footprints. God already knew my soul and could recognize the scars from hurricanes on my back. And He wished to make justice in secret . …And I rearranged my bedroom..for the moment entering quietly. * 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 .
You cherish your fans with a long distance love and continue the daily struggle. I have no legacy. A handful of loneliness. But they don’t even suspect they can remind you of your lack of love your absence of life. * I believe the waves of daybreak will have the strength to build my sea. * Fame and loneliness go hand in hand. .Alicia Ghiragossián 401 BEYOND THE WORD MEDITATION which smiles at all the used silences on earth. How small how silent my dowry is. Some pictures printed in the memory of time that might fade without me. A few books. Some thoughts. * My will is open now.
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. . Something to justify myself. 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 cheat death. When the sun breaks we pursue some bread which is not nourishment but a way to confess weakness. *** Peace We pay a high price for the peace of each morning.
* eace shivers in cold. It has crossed the world looking for a log to burn yet it has returned with dense eyes swallowing nothingness.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. At that moment we could tune into the waves of the encounter. We travel with those waves until we discover a door and we ring the bell of heaven to ask for God. Peace is frozen disarticulated indigent P . * Serenity lands on the grass and a tear full of distance dies before it is born.
Like Adam and Eve they are thrown out from Paradise. * We walk without contentment when the eyes of the soul are sightless and those who eat judge others who eat. Peace has lost its own peace. Homeless faces covered with earthly powers . Lost faces seduced by the masters of darkness who can only feed emotional poison. Peace and tragedy join where we join. Faces which do not have a place in heaven. . * Lies and corruption war and destruction are the faces that remain when peace is gone.Alicia Ghiragossián 404 BEYOND THE WORD MEDITATION and has lost its awareness of being.minefields of the soul. We need to rebel.
* Peace is the key to open those precious gates of heaven to find the wisdom of life .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. * When death promises peace dreams open within the depths of conscience. 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. There is always an end to rediscover our own image. And there is always a beginning.
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. * 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. 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 . Endless questions surround me.
I breathe it. It’s my creation. My pulse accelerates facing the design of my interior.Alicia Ghiragossián 407 BEYOND THE WORD MEDITATION building an entire world from within? I dream about Love and Harmony. I condense my sensations in words and compose a poem with the symphony of palpitations and while I am writing the poem . I know my dreams wrapped in the magical fabric of faith engender life. I see it. Dreaming about Love and Harmony I create Love and Harmony. I touch it. 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.
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. 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. 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 .which announces the irrelevance of hours I am tuning into a genuine existence.
Life. Possibilities of new impressions on our neurons which every second redefine love peace forgiveness innocence . And where does it hide the impatient when? I don’t know. There is an echo for everything. For a word and for silence. And every time my glance drifts away only fugitive waves remain over which memories slide.Alicia Ghiragossián 409 BEYOND THE WORD MEDITATION Forgetting about time we truly live. Nothing is unanswered. And within that echo there is a sweet mystery which belongs to me as much as it belongs to others. 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.
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. Then we can glimpse in the quantum of that light the rainbow of the new sunrise we always wanted to embrace. *** 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. * I .
And I am writing fast before the thought vanishes. * We enter live and die in the poem as we enter live and die in life itself to start on a new page.Alicia Ghiragossián 411 BEYOND THE WORD MEDITATION We always go in search of a memory . Death does not exist. . * POEM WITHIN A POEM Lying on the pool deck I am thinking about death.foreign to the brains to attain the ascension of truth and be rooted to the heartbeat of the uncaused supreme cause we call God. It is only an end Pregnant with beginnings. Now I pause.
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. * When two smiles become one a song is born and all the wings of the world . Everything needs time. 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.
* … 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.Alicia Ghiragossián 413 BEYOND THE WORD MEDITATION are in flight. Words have that power. * A W . Time becomes the echo of dreams. All the distances vanish and a warm heart says good morning to life. 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. Some day in some other life they will come alive as part of you.
* 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. * T Ignoring our origin and purpose we keep sinking every second until finally . 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.Alicia Ghiragossián 414 BEYOND THE WORD MEDITATION It is the kiss of true love bringing to presence a tenderness unknown. It is the essence of existence locked in our hearts made of universe. It is just life stepping up.
T . * Why try to explain the beauty of the absurd? The final truth does not exist except to discover another and another and another one. * We incurably blend with the storms hoping that a reverse lightning bolt can take us to the sun.Alicia Ghiragossián 415 BEYOND THE WORD MEDITATION we reach the end where a new beginning is waiting for us. * his is a time made of destruction because of those who do not understand words and symbols and ignore the rules of the universe. * We live the present but we inhabit our past where mutilations are still alive.
* The incomplete version of existence. The incomplete version of the universe. * The sea is above. Under our feet lies the sky. The great excuse to live. People are turned upside down to watch the world. * We went and returned as witnesses of a sun until we became .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. It is like a shrinking circle which imprisons us in its exact center.
At first we were innocence with the anguish of a sudden nothingness Then that same nothingness became what we suspected. And we created a different freedom to fight against it. The big mystery is placed behind each time.Alicia Ghiragossián 417 BEYOND THE WORD MEDITATION thought. God plus God creating the glance. When hours start to melt and measures are lost . * All the latitudes became water and stone every stone a face every face strength every strength an encounter. * Stretching the steps perhaps we are born in the never or we are flooded by light.
Alicia Ghiragossián 418 BEYOND THE WORD MEDITATION truth finds us. 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. * S We wake up to life from non-existence to attend the revelation of unconfessed lights where we feel . 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. Those who cannot see the inner way ignore the shapes and hues of the soul. We are imposed upon by missions.
*** Time Darkness .Alicia Ghiragossián 419 BEYOND THE WORD MEDITATION the tangible truth. We have to return like the prodigal son to the source and break the limits. * 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. Within the illusion of life sometimes we rehearse the truth. Either we lose ourselves or we find ourselves .at the beginning of life is the perfect transparence to discover light. We are nine months in our mother’s womb to be later subject .like God to price.
* We live a time that being dies and staying passes to become eternal. Life is the home of a designed departure. * e are not the owners of time W . And we always start again. Anciently new. Time is the zero hour of existence. * Naked full of screams as we began at birth we walked through time. * Everything is new. Then we returned to our present to accomplish our destiny.Alicia Ghiragossián 420 BEYOND THE WORD MEDITATION forever.
* Dream and non-dream incubating in the doubt. It is hard to break the clocks and adjust the vibrations. So we evaporate in every tear-drop that does not fall. * t is not enough smiling at time without knowing its power.Alicia Ghiragossián 421 BEYOND THE WORD MEDITATION and not every war flows into silence. And we cry. That is why we grow old as we watch time getting lost in silence. * 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 .
* It is all a game. There is a vacuum of hours At every second life becomes yesterday. *** W . 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. * e unveil time and the first word comes hand in hand with God. The encounter opens a passage to infinity.Alicia Ghiragossián 422 BEYOND THE WORD MEDITATION equals life although distance plus time equals loneliness. We survive just to fulfill our destinies.
A complete landscape of existence including the emptiness of a confused and selfish world. * From the limit we shall see everything.Alicia Ghiragossián 423 BEYOND THE WORD MEDITATION Prophesy We will not accept nothingness as destiny. * The day I say I haven’t been born and I will not die or I have finished . * We will face the possibility of the eternal to become the very atom that flies behind the eyes of each man that searches. We will touch the profound to measure the soul and prepare for a new speed to reach light.
When darkness will think of me they will start their exodus. At the same table J . * ust there where reasoning and faith touch and the fatigue of waiting for tomorrows becomes clouded… there we shall be.Alicia Ghiragossián 424 BEYOND THE WORD MEDITATION with my deaths I will be made of light. We will be ready to transcend illusion and return to God as old relatives. Then we will carry in our eyes the reflection of immensity and everything will be invaded by the essence of love. Beyond the appearances truth will grow to reach us and doubts will melt. Pure essence. * It will happen. Far.
Saying the same things. Where everything becomes a center without boundaries and all the souls fuse. Drinking the same wine. *** . There we shall be.Alicia Ghiragossián 425 BEYOND THE WORD MEDITATION with science and God.
* The time of love covers all times. The opposite of love is not just dis-love but death itself. . The essence of love goes beyond reason.BEYOND THE WORD LOVE Love is the genius of existence. Outside love memory inherits amnesia. * Just hug me so I can grasp the colors of lifeblood and comprehend the origin of the self.
I had learned to die and rise with elegance. Never to be born without a deadline.Alicia Ghiragossián 427 BEYOND THE WORD LOVE Love Love is the genius of existence. Therefore I am. The opposite of love is not just dis-love but death itself. I . Inerasable. Strong. * want to create a new word for you. * I am since you became a part of me. Now you exist in me and I rescue myself. Lovers restore eternity. Before I never was. You exist.
* I will write your name on the sand at night to see it covered with mist. * . I know the rumoring of the sea will touch you with each letter. 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.Alicia Ghiragossián 428 BEYOND THE WORD LOVE Because you already condense in you all the words of language and silence. And escaping from the old silence I will receive from you the unavoidable command to love.
* ou missed me without realizing that missing me you were attracting me in your orbit of love. Today from the depths of your promise you have offered me the call of destiny. * You will be gone. I will keep within me . Outside this galaxy.Alicia Ghiragossián 429 BEYOND THE WORD LOVE And I know I will love you forever without sharing it with the known universe. * Y I am giving you my old tears kept from the time of your absence. Inside my skin. And I lost my own orbit to reach the space where gods endlessly grow.
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.Alicia Ghiragossián 430 BEYOND THE WORD LOVE your eyes without you your hands without you your love without you. And I will buy promises to give my loneliness away. * nique like the unexplored like the cloud that cannot sustain its shape. Tender but strong enough to pierce into the dreams where loneliness U . * When I write your name the spelling of every letter becomes a spell.
Fate was drafted and a whirlwind was born to chain you and me in its exact center. You are reborn from ancient times. Resurrection for the dried petals of love.Alicia Ghiragossián 431 BEYOND THE WORD LOVE no longer survives. You are my memory and my promise. * re you the promised heaven of my dreams to guide me through ecstasy? Are you the blueprint A . Stored in my past yet still to be. * recognize you. You bring a whole universe into life. * I The wisdom of the stars was uncovered on earth.
Yet the unborn sun is lighting my own earth. * Deep night. * lose your eyes and wind up your retina to rebuild the cleanest image ever registered in its cells.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. That is the pedestal for true love. Lonely night. I want the intimate confession of heaven to show me the signs. But your memory is growing to lift up my life. * C .
Just hug me so all the fears will vanish and all the wounds will heal. I . Just hug me so I can grasp the colors of lifeblood and comprehend the origin of the self. The world is waiting for new waves of love.Alicia Ghiragossián 433 BEYOND THE WORD LOVE Don’t do anything else for me. Hug me and time will float to create an eternity in each second. Let the space melt between us. * want to grasp the gravity of your soul and discover a different togetherness in the design of time. I might know you already from the flames of the past but each reencounter opens a reserved path.
* B Yes. I thought you existed only in my fantasies while writing poems… * When you see a tear looking at you . * e with me and for each minute I will create for you a new intensity of life. It is love. The softest feather and the strongest energy to move the world. It is both.my love it is not sadness but its death. It is both. It is you. I am just unloading my old pain. * . The tangible moment and the vague dream.Alicia Ghiragossián 434 BEYOND THE WORD LOVE * And I thought I would never find you.
* ou are chained to my dreams and I am the slave. You are my last love which means the most distilled by time the most warmed by the heart. You are with me and the universe finds its balance. 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 rule my emotions and I am the queen.Alicia Ghiragossián 435 BEYOND THE WORD LOVE We have lived much. Love is performing all the wonders I Y . * know it.
The essence of love goes beyond reason. * nchantment.Alicia Ghiragossián 436 BEYOND THE WORD LOVE on earth. * he time of love covers all times. Outside love memory inherits amnesia. Your voice and words -vertical prayers of love candlelight and incensehave unveiled the dormant longings of my faith. E T . It is your word coming from the energies of heaven to untangle fate and dictate life. It is your voice reborn from ancient voices offering me the holy sound of wisdom. And I can embrace beauty discover truth and touch the power of souls in flame.
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. * I wish I could be inside you without reaching you completely and forge a distance . Secure. Precise. If we could only undress time fast forward it and discover that although we have not met we are waiting for each other. The moment multiplies its nostalgia and reaches your eyes to erase a tear the one that is waiting for me without knowing it.
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.Alicia Ghiragossián 438 BEYOND THE WORD LOVE or remain without roads arriving at your door but not knocking at it. 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. I read line by line the unspoken caressing words in the roses you gave me. * e realized that the years had been too long since our last encounter.
Alicia Ghiragossián 439 BEYOND THE WORD LOVE All the nostalgia in the world was collected there in those few seconds. I will wait for you in the promises of the unknown. See you soon my love. I hugged you with the phantom of the good-bye. You are far away but I replay the scene with all the warmth to register it in the secret compartments of memory. You are the same I . In another skin another voice another land. * have been talking with your eyes forever. * We didn’t need to travel galaxies. We built eternity in our embrace and we interrupted it with a simple good bye.
Alicia Ghiragossián 440 BEYOND THE WORD LOVE who in another time told me wait still. But this time . Traffic lights green orange fire they give and take they come and go forbidden possible a maddening motion that stuns confuses pushes shakes. Noise words sirens motors construction. * ou are gone and I am fading away.forgive me I cannot wait. I need your love Y . Smoke cars cigarettes machines chimneys. This city is too loaded for a lonely heart.
I have remembered you for so long that I have forgotten your presence and I have forged . * T I trusted you. * You have been so absent that I no longer miss your love. Brick on top of brick I built everything for you for me. Just a note to say hello to all and every kind of love.Alicia Ghiragossián 441 BEYOND THE WORD LOVE to save me from madness. * hat hug born in the sunset of our life was the needed touch to heal the broken rainbows of memory. But life is too windy for sand castles.
Without plans. I just wanted to create the highest cloud for intimacy the deepest layer for closeness. Y . 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. Just you and I holding hands from within where man made rules could not reach. And I have replaced you with one of my solitudes. You did not understand. 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. * ou did not understand me. Without labels.
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. Perhaps someday in some other life you will be able to grasp the heights of my urge. I am locking my illusions in that compartment of my soul where dreams fold their wings.my dear the magic of love . Now let me forget this unfinished painful chapter. * 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.
Alicia Ghiragossián 444 BEYOND THE WORD LOVE is gone without return. I tried to reach you. * I tried hard to keep our silence from being a silence. Maybe it was your portrait. The image was there and I tried hard to create a sound. * 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 . Perhaps the whole thing was a framed painting or a mirage. It means that the vibrations of the universe have lost a piece of life.
Alicia Ghiragossián 445 BEYOND THE WORD LOVE not closeness a kiss cloned without passion. * Your brand of love does not have the frequency to warm up my heart. 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. 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. I feel cold and my insomnia is the seed of a torturing tomorrow. * .
* E I don’t know if love is dead because our love is dead. I wonder if you can ever again wind that lifeless machine of yours and say yes to love.Alicia Ghiragossián 446 BEYOND THE WORD LOVE I wonder which was the exact second you simply left. * verything looked like a stage setting. I know time will reschedule the future . So large and empty that I felt the rain was falling on my bed. 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.
* 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.Alicia Ghiragossián 447 BEYOND THE WORD LOVE in a new stream of light. The first ray of the sun is waiting for me. I am out through the road divided. I have to go ahead.
the child you .the mother.BEYOND THE WORD MOTHERHOOD People think I give you birth but we both know we give birth to each other. I . * I saw you and recognized at once the new beginning of my own self. * Maybe others will not remember me but your cells will never forget they were part of mine a bonding substance of matter and love. .
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. An endless love condensed in a pure wonderful sublime and powerful word: Motherhood.my Lord for all this love locked within me with a prayer beaming wide enough to cover the earth. We feel like hugging and kissing beauty creating a new heaven and writing in its gate: Thank you .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. * .
You are the incarnated miracle that will transform me into a mother . You are my child and that is enough. * Without knowing you I recognize you without touching you I embrace you. I the child you the mother. You are the voice announced in my life chart. You are in the passage of the beginning illuminating me from your shadows. And although you do not have a name you are not anonymous for me. People think I give you birth but we both know we give birth to each other.Alicia Ghiragossián 450 BEYOND THE WORD MOTHERHOOD You do not have life yet and you bring me life.
Coming from impossible dreams you are in me and yet I am waiting for you. That is why I feel you in my bones. 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. * I do not know who you might be in this mass of cells that shaped your soul since your first existence. That is why I place myself inside you and make yours my body and make mine your breath. . My child.
* You move in my womb like a word. I hope you can sense the mother from within. Whoever you might be I will learn to discover you from the energy of love which always conquers to offer the sublime. What messages are hidden in your kicks? Your secret language is a code still unknown to me. I hope you can tune into my joy which grows every time you remind me of your presence. But whoever you might be I reprint you in me with a surrender that nourishes my hunger. .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.
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. 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. 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.Alicia Ghiragossián 453 BEYOND THE WORD MOTHERHOOD * I am evoking you . S .
I prefer to talk with you like this and achieve above all the dialogue of our souls as destiny has decided .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. Note by note all the melodies sacredly gathered and from nothingness started your heart. * The whole world is a symphony inside me. * I have not yet prepared your crib. * Today you unfold yourself and I understand the echo of the word child. I simply wonder whether one day you will be able to sense the echoes of the word mother.
You will call me mother . Perhaps in some corner of the essences my dreams and yours will join as one. Dream. * Sleep now in your humid space until you attempt your first cry.knowingly and everything will be understood. Rest until the day you will find out that life resembles deep exhaustion. .Alicia Ghiragossián 455 BEYOND THE WORD MOTHERHOOD that we belong to each other. 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.
You are the carrier of a different kind of message. Suddenly I see everything. * T Unrivaled tenderness. Let my kiss be your first robe. * You are looking at me from a world where the glance . That joy breathed light carried by the wind anxious to announce a beginning.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. My child. You shake yourself and you awaken all that is sacred in me.
I saw you and recognized at once the new beginning A . We can recognize each other’s soul through a powerful stream of connection. * You run parallel to my tide provoking tears cleansing wounds and promising light. 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. And we go together hand in hand to enter the new world. * … nd finally the announced miracle became tangible and you were born.Alicia Ghiragossián 457 BEYOND THE WORD MOTHERHOOD does not exist yet and I can see you without looking at you.
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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
* LETTER TO MY HOMELAND Homeland: I’m writing you from Buenos Aires two years after my visit. I visualized a simple people but I almost saw God in the encounter. I was one with my homeland. Can anybody now today explain it? * I visualized a simple sky but twenty of them overwhelmed me. Love opened up to me and I felt the energy linked with my past.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 . Forever. The connection was complete. Transparently. I met the land of my origin.
I know we dream of each other and our beings join at the transparent edge of the clouds. 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. I don’t know whether to cry out loud or silently mix my tears with the pain of missing you.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. Homeland.the most ancient and I cannot sing for you without the commotion of my newest cell. I cannot even name you without a secret prayer . You and I navigating together liberating ourselves .
Our bond is ancient. But you and I know of other worlds . I have lived in your land with a precise destiny. I knew your land before I saw you and I met you through my blood. That is why my umbilical cord remained attached to you. 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. It comes rolling from your first memories. I knew I had to return to my origin to find my innocence.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.
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 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.
I live my homeland. From the most ancient and suffering face to the whitest and tender crib. I went to be reborn to be rebaptized . I feel it in my roots.Alicia Ghiragossián 473 BEYOND THE WORD ROOTS to the most sublime fantasy. 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. And I didn’t go there to see the country. For thousands of years I have suffered with you. 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. 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.
There where those who don’t need words dialogue. I feel you so I can feel myself. I went there to search for my primal light and to start from the zero time of my era. I bless you so I can bless myself. Homeland and light.Alicia Ghiragossián 474 BEYOND THE WORD ROOTS in its altars. 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 call you so I can call myself with the permanent voice of the race. Armenia! . And for that reason from my silence from my prayer I salute you image of myself.
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 almost like being a dreamer waiting to touch the dream. It is to practice a ritual of shedding our tears and rooting our sweat in foreign lands. It is to climb the soul to reach the truth and to fight the oppression encircling the planet at large. It is to understand deep in our bones the injustice of humankind which denies us the dignity of our rights. The Armenian is the one who has lost .
I know it. And I can explain with wounds still open the screams that roar inside us.somewhere in the burning corners of the deserts those who shared the same poem the same chant. How can memory erase a massacre? How can we save the innocents thrown into a flaming inferno elders women . The one who knows the meaning of being tortured and enslaved of being chained to the brutal memories of death. The special one who has inherited the glory of a past but is nailed to the silence of history. I am one of them.Alicia Ghiragossián 476 BEYOND THE WORD ROOTS .
But we believe in resurrection. We believe in new songs and new prayers in dressing God with another robe so the stains of blood will never show. We exist here and now just in halves but we also belong there where old voices are still haunting us. We dance and laugh in fragments while tragedies are stored in our daily lives.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. Simply we are Armenian. We have the power to renew inspire create struggle and chant.
Endless ruin destruction death. Hypnotized by the television news I feel petrified in my anger. I embrace a whole generation . We have become experts. Trampled and crushed with my people buried under the rubble I embrace the children of my race. 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.. We have graduated with honors from all the universities of pain slavery deportation rape massacre and now earthquake heart-quake soul-quake.Alicia Ghiragossián 478 BEYOND THE WORD ROOTS EARTHQUAKE The shocks come one after the other. My soul is shivering..
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. And I decide to pick up its rays to weave a cover so I can softly warm the frozen hopes . What kind of message is the Omnipotent trying to convey? The news continues and the tears are renewed. 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. But this time at the core of the teardrop a newborn comfort glitters. The world is offering a helping hand and with it breaking the legendary indifference toward the suffering of the Armenian.
Alicia Ghiragossián 480 BEYOND THE WORD ROOTS of my people. * HEROES The sun rises punctually but its rays are strengthless to eliminate darkness. .* Through those roads laced with tragedy images of horror are lined-up. And within that black mist the heroes are collecting from the hearts of the people the tears of Artsakh. 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. Hunger misery and humiliation * Former region of Azerbaijan (ex-Soviet Union) now autonomous. Tanks ruined homes burned bodies… The land of the ghosts.
And those heroes make theirs the waves of suffering. That was a globe thundering scream. 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 . That was not a war but a massacre. They can testify to the trembling of the uprooted Armenians and can convert their rights into a flag.Alicia Ghiragossián 481 BEYOND THE WORD ROOTS are slicing the souls and pain is stamped with the memories of the dead.
Look how God . 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 .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.like in the vision of the poet changes its clothes of ashes and comes to look for us. 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.
Alicia Ghiragossián 483 BEYOND THE WORD ROOTS pulverizing darkness. Everybody is ready to sign the declaration printed with indelible ink and the torch of independence on the scroll of hope. Look. . Today all the heroes of the race all the poets all the dreamers are present to witness a new birth. *** * One of the greatest Armenian poets of the century. Look how a new sunrise is unfolding on the horizon. 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.
. * SO MANY TIMES TO ACHIEVE DREAMS YOU MUST BREAK OTHER DREAMS.BEYOND THE STAGE FOR HEAVEN (Pedro Amor) (Dialogued story-poems) Everything that cannot be overcome has a superior destiny.
I had a love in Buenos Aires. Your dreams were clear from the first day in your crib. . I was someone else then. Always around insuring balance and protecting you. But you are Peter. 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. Launched into dreams like a newly awakened field of tulips. Names change yet the soul is the same. Love had you. Colon. We are always someone else. It could have been in Paris Moscow or Yerevan but it was in Buenos Aires.
I am love. You are Peter. True.Alicia Ghiragossián 486 BEYOND THE STAGE FOR HEAVEN I am time. Aren’t you Peter? I am peace – as well. Without miseries. Your guardian angel. Were you also peace when you fought with that bearded man at Los Inmortales because he was flirting with me? Remember. In a world . Without jealousy and envy. Then I was Peter. A place without pollution without skyscrapers without exhaustion. And where am I? Where you always wanted to be. What about now? Now I’m your love ghost. Without hurries and stress. We ended up running away and the tiles of Corrientes Avenue were shrinking under our feet.
I really want to walk through Santa Fe Avenue or by the Riverside. Here there are no avenues . Look around you. The rest is only an illusion.love . What would you like to do now if you were there? Besides loving you? Loving me. Look again. And what do I represent? Everything I want to have. All added up to nothing. I can see you. Then there is time love and peace.Alicia Ghiragossián 487 BEYOND THE STAGE FOR HEAVEN where love is eternal. Time . Isn’t love always eternal? Here you can submerge in pure essence. Well. But I miss life on earth.peace. What do you see? Nothing.
Being Ali? Names are not important. I want pure love but with a city. Can’t we eat little fishes in Boca or listen to a tango in Caminito? This is something else. But the city looks so pretty now. You didn’t think like that a thousand years ago. Another world.Alicia Ghiragossián 488 BEYOND THE STAGE FOR HEAVEN or rivers. Perhaps it is possible to beautify that which is pure. A world without the world? A world with only love. It will contaminate everything. Perhaps because you had another image another skin. Pure love. I like to escape sometimes to rest but then I need to be back and plunge myself into the lights and the colors. But I want to be with you .
Then. I’ll need you with me. Come to me when you wish.. I feel the call of a mission and need to return to the city.Alicia Ghiragossián 489 BEYOND THE STAGE FOR HEAVEN Peter. I’ll stay here. If you open your eyes you might not see me. Good-bye. You forgot I’m dead . Then why do I see you? Because you look inside my love.. I’m leaving. I might simply be a memory. All that is real because it lives in you. …………………………… We never know . Will you come with me? I’ll stay here.I mean for the material world. But I’m not Peter anymore. 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.
I had kept special memories from the terrestrials. Later on . 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. Nevertheless while we feel chosen we can trust our destiny.Alicia Ghiragossián 490 BEYOND THE STAGE FOR HEAVEN why we are born when we are born. I had left important work .always later on we discover we are an instrument for goals which at last become means.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. Later on .
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. …………………………… Ali. 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. Just a moment. Besides I trusted my cosmic maturity which had allowed me to endure great pains and avoid two suicides promising me an intensely vertical rise.Alicia Ghiragossián 491 BEYOND THE STAGE FOR HEAVEN and countless storms. I’m about to be born. .
Who are you? Love. Let’s love each other like this. It’s better this way. Peter? Yes and no. She passed by so close to me but the crowd didn’t let her see me. She lives its atoms . A universe with a city? Peter! … Answer me! …………………………… And Ali was born to be alone in her city. I called to her but the noise of the city stifled my voice. I have the universe for you. She says she didn’t choose a country but it’s not true. Do you have a city for me? Something like Buenos Aires.Alicia Ghiragossián 492 BEYOND THE STAGE FOR HEAVEN Don’t. Don’t be born. Just love.
She will cancel her city with an equal impulse while pronouncing the word love. But I’m lonely lonely lonely lonely lonely. Someday she’ll understand that missions can be accomplished from anywhere the moment she recovers her losses. 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. . The moment laceration decides to uncover her vision. …………………………… Ali.Alicia Ghiragossián 493 BEYOND THE STAGE FOR HEAVEN its magnetism from the center to the frontiers. Where are you? I don’t know.
You tried to dive into the light and destiny burned several times the best of your life. You are in the clandestine revelation in the endless depth of every growth each time you thank pain. You initiated the speed in your task and experienced the touch of eternity in an instant. Try to be reborn and everything . You are among indifferent mortals. Now I understand the road of learning the reason for the absurd the emptiness in waiting. No questions asked. I craved it and came. You knew you were sent for a mission with the first message.Alicia Ghiragossián 494 BEYOND THE STAGE FOR HEAVEN I’m lost in a cold city.
Where later on they learned my name and even my shadows. You know I love you ever since the wave of your vibration clicked with mine and I became your essential self.Alicia Ghiragossián 495 BEYOND THE STAGE FOR HEAVEN will start again but as different as a new skin. And your friends? . In the city. I learned to cry but was emptied of tears in the permanent wave of incomprehension. So many times I stayed in the city searching for a soul mate but no one asked my name. 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. Here. But for an instant I got caught in the whirling the circular movement of the planet.
I have known several deaths. That of treason. I don’t know what to do. That of deception. Give me your hand love.Alicia Ghiragossián 496 BEYOND THE STAGE FOR HEAVEN They are a few. I don’t know. I don’t know. I can lift you up. Every lesson has a price. It’s true. The magic to create life. I don’t know. 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. . You are the whole. That of abandonment. Just a portion of my time. Give me your hand love.
Right now? Yes. I’m leaving the past inhabited by small dimensions and I’m going toward a sun chained to others. It’s a vibration that interferes with the senses.. I’m going through matter I’m being freed and dissolved behind the signs. I miss you. Do it slowly and tell me what you see. Come with your Buenos Aires attached to your skin. But there is a fear . You are.Alicia Ghiragossián 497 BEYOND THE STAGE FOR HEAVEN Give me your hand love. A colorful ether filling up the spaces. Trust me. My own city? Yes.. Then I’m coming. Bring your city with you. I don’t know if I’m ready.
I’m eager to ask for God with this language expressed through silence. I am soaring . Every step is a new dimension. Come up. I feel the space as perforated sound and I can hear melodies traveling on a new road. We are just essences. You’re detecting truth. Nor Ali. All we were in the past and the seed of those who we will be. See how easy it is? Peter! No Peter. Values are turning vertical. You won’t get lost love. You are arriving. Wonderful.Alicia Ghiragossián 498 BEYOND THE STAGE FOR HEAVEN of being lost. The space is expanding while everything left behind is shrinking. I’ll rescue you.
You can. One…two…three…. Perhaps the word is hidden there. They look like symbols. I can’t. Do you see the radiance? Yes. You made it love. Cross them.Alicia Ghiragossián 499 BEYOND THE STAGE FOR HEAVEN in the new ether. I’m drowsy . I’m waiting for you. Come up. Yes. Colors are messages and thoughts are images. Lean on it and start walking. And the word? Where is the word? Look for the light. You are already here with me. It is like a kaleidoscope that keeps opening itself. I made it. It’s only a transparency without beginnings or ends.
. I think I just left the tangible things the absurd people that terrible incomprehension. Your love in Buenos Aires multiplied in each atom of the universe sailing on a Quantum of light. Dead? With you at my side? No. Everything is more brilliant and magnetic. With the maturity of an ancient race.Alicia Ghiragossián 500 BEYOND THE STAGE FOR HEAVEN from happiness from love from peace. Do you realize you are dead on earth? Dead? But I feel as alive as ever. With the love of my city. That’s the maturity of your mission accomplished. Even more intense. And what is your mission? Love. With a halo of permanence. At last together. Mine? Yours and the universe’s.
My love in Buenos Aires. And there is always a hope a tomorrow. From all the times. Some parts happen without a whole. .Alicia Ghiragossián 501 BEYOND THE STAGE FOR HEAVEN At last – my love. With the entire universe inside us. Our love. From the center of existence. Our true love. How can we wait for tomorrow in this labyrinth of files machines telephones papers where everything is an obligation? But security is your peace. And commands are evasions. Encompassing the universe. *** Offices for God Some things happen anywhere.
And who do you think registered you in that true existence? My friend God. We are so often the owners of things we don’t have. I just want a calendar of true existence without offices and find my registration in the Akasic records. I’m not so sure of that. Do you know what you would be if you weren’t a co-worker? What? A philosopher. Perhaps. Instead you are a representative of God. You are upset.Alicia Ghiragossián 502 BEYOND THE STAGE FOR HEAVEN Whose? The commander’s. Peter. What about these offices? . And you have lost that registration? We always lose what we don’t have.
He is more than absolute. You are a part of His plan.Alicia Ghiragossián 503 BEYOND THE STAGE FOR HEAVEN They are offices for God. Yes. What’s the date today? There is none. Wherever you are your projection is infinite. . Because He is in us in each one of the atoms projecting infinity and eternity. Today there is no date. Outside of these walls I am myself. Nothingness is born when the routine isn’t broken. I want a date to know I exist. I feel I’m a part of His pain. To turn your back on pure nothingness. Difficulties perfect the soul. He is absolute. You are a particle of universe blended with God. I might as well write this letter.
But the astral plane is in harmonious vibration. I’m addressing you.. …………………………… Buenos Aires. How can I address God? . Addressing humanity. See? Then your projection is transcendental. No date. No one looks for the vertical path for the power to discern truth and deceit beauty and ugliness good and evil.. Dear Sirs. I’m addressing you.. We’ll be fired.Alicia Ghiragossián 504 BEYOND THE STAGE FOR HEAVEN Today no one asks about the soul. Addressing God. And the working plane is in conflict. And you? I foresee my mission.. Why? Because we’re not working. Peter.
Then everything shrinks. What office? This one. The way God speaks to you. They’re going to fire us. And enriches those who give it. I don’t know how God can be in this office. All that is tangible. I feel it as a shower of inheritance that becomes thought. . You don’t have to. I need my job. I’m glad because strength is determination intensity. The world. You think you need it.Alicia Ghiragossián 505 BEYOND THE STAGE FOR HEAVEN With the secret language of your soul. My body. I’m going to work. This is the mere appearance of an office with color and sound. You give me strength.
YOU MUST FLY. BUT FROM THEM THE AUTHENTIC GENESIS CAN BE BORN. YOU MUST FLY. BEAUTY IS BEAUTY WHEN IT IS OUT OF RULES. PEACE IS PEACE WHEN IT IS OUT OF PATTERNS. TRUTH IS TRUTH WHEN IT IS OUT OF STRUCTURES. WITH THEM WE CAN PERCEIVE THE TRUTH. 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 .Alicia Ghiragossián 506 BEYOND THE STAGE FOR HEAVEN …………………………… EVERY DEATH BEGINS WITH SMALL DESTRUCTIONS TO BRING ON THE GREAT NOTHINGS. SO MANY TIMES TO ACHIEVE DREAMS YOU MUST BREAK OTHER DREAMS.
DOES IT SEEM OBSCURE? IT WAS SAID. Nobody named Ali works here. LIGHT IS ONLY FOR THOSE WHO WISH TO SEE. . FLY AWAY. IT IS A SENTENCE. Burial? No. GOD NEEDS PROMOTERS. I don’t know. YOU MUST FLY BECAUSE SOME CONTENTS GIVE FORM. SEARCH FOR A SOURCE TOWARD A PURE BIRTH. No. Who? I’m sorry. …………………………… General offices. …………………………… General offices. SOME FORMS GIVE CONTENT. TAKE CARE OF HIS OFFICES.Alicia Ghiragossián 507 BEYOND THE STAGE FOR HEAVEN OF THE SPIRIT IS FAITHFULNESS TO ESSENCE TO ONESELF. Nobody named Peter works here. What? I really don’t know.
From true life. I engage my whole knowledge. Millions of light years . Maybe we can’t see it. That is not good. Why? You must be reborn with the flow of emotions. The logic of the heart is different. Do you reason? Yes. So what are we searching for? To be reborn. From the death of old matters. Do you discern? Yes. But it has to be real. It is real. If we are really searching for it then we have it. Excepting dreams.Alicia Ghiragossián 508 BEYOND THE STAGE FOR HEAVEN …………………………… We have to start from the beginning.
But that is part of the plan to learn the true road. Does God make mistakes sometimes? If there were anything out of Him He wouldn’t be absolute. …………………………… IN THE BEGINNING GOD CREATED THE HEAVENS AND THE EARTH. Then let’s start.Alicia Ghiragossián 509 BEYOND THE STAGE FOR HEAVEN existed before being measured. Newly born are allowed to make mistakes. He owns everything. Even mistakes. Of what? That we could be mistaken. Let’s start. I’m scared. THE EARTH WAS WITHOUT FORM AND EMPTY. Don’t forget that we’ve just begun. DARKNESS WAS EVERYWHERE AND IN THE DARKNESS THE SPIRIT OF GOD .
…………………………… GOD CREATED HEAVENS AND EARTH FOR HUMANS. . Dear Sir. GOD SAW THAT IT WAS GOOD. AND LIGHT WAS SEPARATED FROM DARKNESS. …………………………… Buenos Aires. GOD SAID: LET THERE BE LIGHT AND THEN THERE WAS LIGHT.Alicia Ghiragossián 510 BEYOND THE STAGE FOR HEAVEN MOVED UPON THE FACE OF THE DEEP. September eleven nineteen sixty eight. AND EVERYTHING WAS FOR GOD. …………………………… SO HUMANS WERE CREATED IN GOD’S OWN IMAGE GOD CREATED MAN AND WOMAN. AND TO ADMINISTRATE THIS HUGE ENTERPRISE OFFICES WERE INSTALLED. Colon. Churches? Temples? ONLY ONLY ONLY THE NEW SOULS. Period.
The path that takes me directly to God. Never ending. Now you can address anybody. God is the first and the last stage of all truth. The vertical line. This letter is the first one in your new life. Through God I found my registration. Even God. Constant. God is always the newest. . Non transferable. Perpetual. Your very first experience. I think you have discovered something.Alicia Ghiragossián 511 BEYOND THE STAGE FOR HEAVEN Hey! I already have the date. Even God. Now you know you exist. Life of all death. How do you feel? As if I’ve known everything since always. This morning I was asked if God wasn’t worn out.
We have discovered the great secret. And you keep being a representative of God. Because we always find what we are looking for with all our heart. A wonder that was waiting for us. Now you are philosophizing. And these offices? They are offices for God.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. Love and forgiveness. How is that? Things get done when we are aware they are on the right road. Now no one can fire us. The most difficult to attain. . Do you want to hear another secret? I’m listening.
What’s the date today? None. Today there is no date. Now you can say your soul is new. I had doubts. From heaven or from earth? NEWLY BORN. Churches? Temples? SOULS. …………………………… AND TO ADMINISTER THE HUGE ENTERPRISE GOD INSTALLED OFFICES. I might as well write this letter. Didn’t you say September eleventh? Oh… You remembered it but you were fighting its registration.Alicia Ghiragossián 513 BEYOND THE STAGE FOR HEAVEN Well. 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.
Alicia Ghiragossián 514 BEYOND THE STAGE FOR HEAVEN FROM SPIRIT. NEWLY BORN FROM SPIRIT. *** . NEWLY BORN FROM LOVE. GOD INSTALLED OFFICES IN THE SOULS. FROM LOVE.
It makes us feel impotent. .TO THE LOVE IN MY DREAMS Monologue (The characters are fictional. It was such a shame... It was as if he was looking at a mirror to see reality. like a number. 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. All similarities with real life are mere coincidence) Any kind of death is death.
there is a love seat flanked by side tables. a huge T. V.Alicia Ghiragossián 516 TO THE LOVE IN MY DREAMS The action takes place in the living room of a house. with a coffee maker and all pertaining elements: creamer. California.R.V. and the remote controls of the T. sugar. round dinner table with four chairs. with soft. There is a hand carved wood relief of an Armenian King on one of the walls. The furniture. liquor . that is. All is arranged according to the principles of Feng Shui. next to the interior door there is a small bar. There are two doors: the one on the left is an interior door and connects with the main house. in 2008. mugs.. etc. etc. and connects with the outside. the one on the right is the front door. Toward center stage. a cellular telephone. is elegant and sober. On top of the table. on the left. but it could have happened in any corner of the world. the V. on the left. stirrers. You can tell it is the house of someone who lives above minimum wage. curving shapes in ivory tones. as well as the decoration in general. set at the back wall. photo albums. On the far left corner of the stage there is a small water fountain and a golden Buddha. On the right table there is a lamp and a vase with a dozen red roses. a few scattered books and several stacks of paper.. there is a small. On the left wall. some art objects and several oil paintings around the room. Right of center stage. full of books. in Glendale. a large bookstand. the driveway and the street. a couple of pink candles and a sculpture of a couple in love. on the far right corner.. and red drapery behind it. and the stereo.C. at any time.
Instead. * Hi. perhaps for sympathy…. I’m going to share pieces of my life: struggles.D. (Posturing herself. glasses. assai” meaning “I love you very much. coasters. with a couple of women’s hats. next to the front door there is a mirror and a free standing hanger. tastefully dressed in black is half laying down on the love seat reading. I wish I was. she lowers the volume with the remote control.) Maybe. I’m here to share life with you. perhaps you are thinking Why tragedy? Did someone die? . placemats. by Russell Watson: it’s playing track #4 titled “Caruso. and a middle age woman. A stand-up drama queen? I don’t know…. hanging purses and jackets on it. As background music. It’s up to you.” There is a romantic atmosphere created by the words of this Italian song: “Te voglio bene. an ice bucket. Now. I was reading some old love letters. and I’m searching for understanding. This is a basically a confession. etc. So. I don’t know what you’re going to call me. I’m not a stand-up comedian. a small towel on the counter.Alicia Ghiragossián 517 TO THE LOVE IN MY DREAMS and water bottles. tragedy… injected with moments of happiness. the serious stuff. she is listening a C. later on. drama. She places the folder with the letters on the left side table and approaches the center of the stage. I can share some with you.” At the end of the song. some letters from a folder. The curtain raises. On the right wall. under the light of the lamp.
since the one who goes on living. is not the original me.) I think we need to realize that the soul is the real thing. After all. The story is that my parents . Audrey Arian. How improper! (Smiling) My name is Audrey. my God! I’ve been talking all this time without introducing myself. and passions. (She goes toward the bar and prepares a cup of coffee while she keeps talking. with the same functions. It makes us feel impotent.) I would like to get some feedback from you.established in Buenos Aires.Alicia Ghiragossián 518 TO THE LOVE IN MY DREAMS I guess we all give a lot of importance to the damage of the body. and… anyway. it’s the wounded me. like a statistic. I always liked my name. you might even sympathize with mine. but we are above a number. If it reminds you a little of your own conflicts. (Suddenly interrupting. and I ended up inheriting the name: Audrey. the handicapped me. that taking a slash of my soul you are somehow amputating me. like a number. (She approaches the dinner table.had an American neighbor named Audrey. in the mid 20’s . and that killing my feelings you are killing me altogether. and while she is making room for a placemat. we’re basically the same chemical mass. as if the soul were a fourth class citizen. you know what I’m trying to say. People think it’s a strange name for someone who was born in Argentina from Armenian parents. because it was the name of the . like Audrey Hepburn. Any kind of death is death. I’m here to share my feelings with you. with our dreams. and search for an identity.) Oh. They became close friends. the real self. to help me make up my mind if I should go or not…. she continues.
(She brings the coffee to the table and starts drinking it. Isn’t that crazy in today’s world? People are obsessed with money. and while she continues talking. I could never understand the concept of illusion. I’m surprised that humankind insists in selfishness and corruption. until I found out it was just a flat screen. when she was hugging Gregory Peck in Roman Holiday! I felt I was hugging this wonderful. fame. dark and handsome. she serves herself the cream and sugar. Later on. (The coffee is ready and she approaches the bar to pour some. and one day we’re going to vanish from the earth. You know my name.) Uh! It’s hot! I do this all the time. Isn’t that even crazier? Well. So. tall. power. back to my story. deep-voiced male.) Well. . and – above all – the mystery of God. about the mysteries of the universe and the subtle structures of the human being. the dreams. I’m passionate about metaphysics and parapsychology. It was so real for me! I still remember how much I identified with Audrey Hepburn. I do something very unproductive: I write poetry. I’m always searching beyond everything known. we all know we are here on earth temporarily. the imagination. the nature of the mind. now let me tell you what I do. And we know that deep inside our essence doesn’t vanish. the soul. and I like to philosophize. when I found out the kind of person she was… helping hungry children… I even felt proud of my name. as tourists. (She leaves the coffee on the table and approaches the center of the stage.Alicia Ghiragossián 519 TO THE LOVE IN MY DREAMS actress who I admired very much. the inspiration.) Since childhood I wanted to be an actress… I wanted to jump into the silver screen and be part of the story.
unfortunately. it hasn’t taken me far from my addictions. Club didn’t want to admit me as a member.) . chocolate. since my books are self published. I don’t know. (She sits at the table and reads the excerpts of her work as if they were one long poem.) Poetry is very bad for business. so. I’m working on the sweets and chocolate. (Trying to find a definition. as if watching our life in a movie. having sips of her coffee. love. Can you imagine how frustrating it can be? That’s why I teach a workshop of modern poetry at U.E.A. I do something no one cares about. I’m an esoteric poet.) Do you want to hear some of my love poems? I’ll read some short ones for you.) So. I hate to gain weight.C.N.) I’m addicted to sweets. it takes me far from the flatness of a square life. It would make our routine so meaningful… It would help us put everything into perspective. I confess.) Self Published. (Pause).) Um. Unfortunately. Who’s going to publish it if it doesn’t sell? (She opens the book where there is a bookmark.) Well… let’s say a poetry writer. She shows the cover of the book to the audience. poems by AUDREY ARIAN. and even the P. (Counting with her fingers. or from a distant star. now it’s better. (Pause.L. although.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. The cover reads ALL ABOUT LOVE. knowledge and reaching wisdom. (She walks toward the center of the stage. (She approaches the bookstand and takes a book from it. if I don’t exist for them…maybe I really don’t exist. Yes. it’s so exciting for me. (She goes back to the table and has a sip of her coffee.
Do they have the same composition? *** Love is not a chemical formulation Where the attraction occurs In the rhythm of the blood. *** (Audrey opens another page. It is the alchemy of a miracle Where souls fuse in the encounter. and the last And the ones in between. The loves that vanish Are not true loves but mirages. Open arms are the prologue of a hug. The love that is never stops being. I am all the women whenever you loved And every time you will. 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.Alicia Ghiragossián 521 TO THE LOVE IN MY DREAMS A love that fades away And a love that lasts.) And this last one. I am your first love. *** Do not detach from me. I am love itself.
) Everybody has their own little calculation. which is easy because I cannot see you in the dark.” And I’ll never forget what William Saroyan told me once: “You are your only friend. judge you…. totally. I’ll be totally honest with you. ego. or just plain jealousy. Why? Because for the length of my life I have mainly met hypocritical and shallow people.) So. because you will see them executed by others before you start. or be guilty of something. Everyone is so competitive. particularly the toxic ones. . so. poison you. (She takes her cup of coffee and approaches the center stage. I chose to work for my mission in life. of course. you end up avoiding people. It seems Buddha himself said something like “if you don’t want to have enemies. you have to use a mask. Besides. and I had to be good enough to like myself a little. They will surely hurt you. Well. (She drinks some of her coffee.) But today I’m here…to know your opinion. you cannot even make a comment about your projects. I chose solitude and. this is part of my truth. (Smiles) The make-up of this society bores me. There is such an unscrupulous ambition…! Tonight I want you to be my friends. to find out if you agree or not with what I’m planning to do.” Wow! So. I tried to be at my best. because by having no friends I had no choice but to live with myself. you are scared to open your heart. just be friendly. they don’t allow you to be yourself. maybe a few. while explaining. I have to talk to you because I don’t have any friends. don’t have a friend.Alicia Ghiragossián 522 TO THE LOVE IN MY DREAMS (She closes the book and places it on top of the books at the table.
from…from your neighbors. and position. when the essence of love belongs to a different dimension? It truly belongs to cloud nine. like painting. you’ll agree with me that it’s unbearable to need love and not have it. (She speaks with contained emotion. And I’m not just repeating Erich Fromm. And it literally purifies you. But. Because I don’t have a doubt that love is conditional. I even think that loving too much is the best way of not being reciprocated. with angels. your brothers and sisters. your girlfriend. how is it possible to find the kind of love you dream about in a tangible. and power. how exhausting! From the day you are born to the day you die. Love is a talent. Who has enough love? And if someone has it. 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. I had come to that conclusion before I read his book about The Art of Loving. from your children.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. You need it from your parents. I couldn’t love a man that . like composing music. how long does it last? … No matter how much money and…and fame. Without love there is always that corner of your inner self that…Jesus! It’s so empty! I often wondered how Mother Teresa felt. from society…. you need love and you don’t have it as much as you need it. material world. and…whatever you have. no matter what your definition of love is. how fulfilling it was for her to love unconditionally. you must know how stressful it is to wait for it. your boyfriend.
I’m convinced that that is the reason why you feel unimportant. to cast the important things….) Love is a real mystery. feelings become somehow solid and they last. and sits down leaning with her arms on the back of . You feel happy for moments. small. Are you with me? That should be qualified as unhealthy. You feel less… invalidated. even with your broken self. in fact. The soul has that genial talent to imprint. expecting to find true love waiting around the corner. well…(Audrey is visibly sad. But you always continue loving.Alicia Ghiragossián 524 TO THE LOVE IN MY DREAMS disrespects me. wonderful loving moments in your life. little pieces of yourself feel nourished. You know that deep down it’s not true. to carve. because every atom of your body has intelligence and emotions… (She approaches the table and leaves the coffee cup on it. It’s not that you don’t have beautiful.) What was I saying?… (She takes one of the chairs. it’s not complete. You need a big love for that. but it’s not the whole thing. that’s what a DNA test will tell you. you might be smarter. It’s such a mystery…. Oh. instead of the soul alchemy. Besides. 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. or abuses me. turns it around. when your feelings are not shared. with the back toward the audience. that you’re not stupid. stupid. but it’s just that: moments. because when you are essentially deep and your heart and soul are involved. on top of the pain of not having enough love. you have all this baggage of emotions and misery inherited through your genes. and deeper….
yeah! On top of that. the only means to heal and grow. 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. be born healthy? You start with an indelible seal that says: (Gesturing with her hands. torment and horror. they might even find images imprinted on your cells. They don’t get it: we will reap what we sow.) Oh.) “Fragile. You come into this world with the quintessence of pain stamped on your feelings. and that we are all together in this business of sharing the world. and I have this fantasy that if one day science discovers the way. (She stands up and talks as if requiring an answer. really vulnerable. like pushing away something. are not just words: they are the only solution. like a parcel labeled (showing with her hands and imaginary label across the chest. I swear I saw the scenes of torture and I heard the . fair and square. you start with emotional baggage. It was a desert. you don’t have the right to live!” You start out by being vulnerable in this life. you don’t start your life clean.Alicia Ghiragossián 525 TO THE LOVE IN MY DREAMS the chair while she talks. A few years ago I went to one of those sites in Syria where the massacres happened. handle with care!” You are born with an inlaid inferiority complex. scenes of cruelty. like the Jews or the Armenians. if there is a tragedy in your direct genealogical line. I should know. I’m the daughter of Armenian genocide survivors.) How can the children of an annihilated people.) “You are not welcome.
Alicia Ghiragossián 526 TO THE LOVE IN MY DREAMS laments of the victims through the breeze. and tries to do some work while she speaks. and I walked through life with a broken record inside me repeating: (She tries to contain her emotions. it’s about the original pain. Life doesn’t help much either to erase the original pain. and tried all the available methods among uneducated people to get rid of me. Now.Those terrible… terrible scenes….) . (She goes back to the table. I started my life in Argentina. 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. the one who molested me. and by my mother. collating from a few stacks of paper and stapling them. I think she was jealous that I was the favorite of my father. but personal as well. I am as unwanted as it comes. I was petrified. or did the energy of that place trigger what was already imprinted in me? Those scenes…. So. for not being a pristine Spanish descendent. hung herself from a tree. by my neighbors. So much cruelty for an already damaged child. And I’m not a clairvoyant or a clairaudient. and without including my grandfather. Did I imagine it? Was it my poetical sensitivity that captured it. who always rejected me. because it’s not about the original sin anymore. She drank strange potions. not only racial. imagine my case of accumulated rejections.) “Hey. I remember the marks of belt lashes on my back. since I found out that my mother did the impossible to abort me. But I came. discriminated from day one: by the imprints in my genes.
in Argentina it’s different. When I had those terrible headaches that drove me mad they would tell me: “That’s O. But we all know that nobody can financially survive on poetry. Then. just rest. whom I adored as my own. You’re a good student. so I left the profession and continued writing poetry. As you know. and you cannot miss a deadline. and all that…. but I have to confess that as a lawyer… (Moving her head with disapproval. I was a good student in school. and where else but in the United States! All roads used to lead to Rome…Now all roads take you to America. Having always lived in Buenos Aires.K. Audrey. the civil cases are all taken care of in writing. I came to Los Angeles to visit my sister.) Thanks God.Alicia Ghiragossián 527 TO THE LOVE IN MY DREAMS (With tenderness. and my teachers too. the good example to the class. You’ll do it later on. and missed a lot. I decided to come as a tourist and find out what it was all about. who was already here. so I had to search for new avenues. with a definite European culture. the culture. at least for a person who has the soul of a poet. meet the beauties of this country. the life style. I fell in love with my . I have to admit that the teachers liked me to the extreme of almost spoiling me. you don’t have to work now. for being my father’s favorite. it’s stressful and boring. and see her children. He was proud of me. I didn’t think it was possible for me.) At the university I was a fair student. Honestly? I didn’t think I was going to adapt to American life. the survival possibilities.” (Pause.) I didn’t make it. I was too much of an idealist and I couldn’t squeeze myself into the world of procedures.
) Sorry. etc. All numbered. (Shuffling them. (Explaining. I have to finish this for Monday.) Omar was tall. Let me show you! (She approaches the lamp table and picks up the folder placed next to the telephone. You meet someone by the name of Omar and – whether you want to or not .) (With deep sadness. so let me jump ahead. I didn’t invent these letters. he hates you because he loves you. or Nick.are reminded of Omar Sharif. Everybody told me: “Ohh. the same she was reading from. . and all of a sudden you are in love twice as much.) (With increasing passion. and in less than three months I was married to him. (She interrupts her work for a moment. 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. Look at these letters. He’ll be back. because he is not detached from you.) And listen to this! It’s letter # 1. My real tragedy is that he ended up hating me. from Funny Girl. The story is long.) This is his handwriting.) After our marriage I had to go to Buenos Aires to finish a few things. as you could love Dr.Alicia Ghiragossián 528 TO THE LOVE IN MY DREAMS sister’s neighbor. He wrote me 52 letters in two months. (She stops again her work.” etc. dark and handsome. (She goes on with her work. Zhivago. because I know he loved me…. you’ll see.) But how is it possible to hate so much when you have loved so much. This is absolutely his handwriting! I would like you to take a look and judge for yourself. when the curtains raised. like Gregory Peck. like Omar Sharif.” Or: “Divorce papers mean nothing…” “He loves you.) Look at these letters! Look at these letters! (Showing them to the audience.
I woke up at four and I couldn’t sleep anymore. and addressing to her. well dressed in a suit appears close to the interior door on the left. 1972. I looked for you in all the rooms.) I don’t want to sound very emotional… (The man’s voice superimposes hers. and today. looking at Audrey. Uncle Gary called me from Cairo. and how much I laughed while I was catching them. my dream. (The man starts walking around the room. who keeps reading. wounded animal since you’ve been gone. I didn’t think that it would be this bad. remembering it. Frankly. my life.) The worst part is when I come home and I don’t find you. Please. my only love. who gradually decreases her voice until his voice takes over. The rest goes on within routine. I forgot. He is planning to bring you a fine watch as a wedding present and asked me the measurement of your wrist. Yesterday I laughed. the laundry room. my soul. Oh. She keeps lip reading. (Audrey remembers Omar’s voice and mentally brings it to existence) Audrey. The only ability that is left in me is the ability to cry. . (A ghostly figure of a man.Alicia Ghiragossián 529 TO THE LOVE IN MY DREAMS “Hollywood. making funny faces. but I couldn’t find you and felt desperate. I cry. Coming back from the airport I couldn’t believe you were gone. I remembered how yesterday you threw some of the laundry over the balcony. March 13. He slowly walks closer to Audrey.) But… I feel like a crazy. the car. send it to me in your next letter.
My adorable. I can see perfectly well the shape of your lips. I’m not going to read you all 52 of them.” So. OMAR. Audrey’s voice takes over. I wanted to write you a couple of jokes myself. my beautiful wife. May 18. Audrey. and it made me so happy. I don’t know if I can bear this any longer. Audrey. facing the audience. that was the first letter.Alicia Ghiragossián 530 TO THE LOVE IN MY DREAMS Everybody is joking about my situation. and starts reciting letter #52 to Audrey. (The man turns again. and it’s been less than a day. I noticed that the kiss we gave each other through the window of the car. and – at one point – she even has goose bumps. but maybe it’s worth it to read you the last one. Say hello to everybody on my behalf.) Please come back soon. she senses something. and give my kisses to my Argentine papá and mamá. Listen to this. (The man approaches Audrey and continues reciting the letter as if talking directly to her. Don’t worry. This is letter # 52. but I’m not in the mood. at the airport. I’m not planning to wash the car. I’m kissing you with all the power of my being. two months later. for you to compare. She feels strange. (The man stops talking and turns his back to the audience. I cried again.) . I love you so much! (Audrey is visibly touched. my Audrey. is still stamped there. but I cannot enjoy their jokes. Audrey. “Hollywood. and she touches her arms as if felling cold.) Your sad love.) When I read the letter you left me. The only thing I can enjoy now is dreaming about your return home. I cannot stand this loneliness anymore. but doesn’t see him. 1972.
The only novelty that I have for you is that I’m crazy about you. Or was lust. You have set the trend here. in spite of all the . My dearest one. I’m enjoying my favorite pastime: dreaming of your arrival at the airport. I insist that he loved me. my Semiramis. (The man starts walking toward the interior door. I hope by the time you receive this letter you’ve already packed the suitcases to take the plane to come back home. Let’s see if they can keep the standard you created. or need… Who knows. (The man sends farewell kisses to Audrey. But I was convinced he did love me. another thing. with a monthly raise of $20. You are in my blood. OMAR.) See? It was the same intensity. I’m counting the hours.” (He leaves the room drying his tears. my Aphrodite. I hope everything went smashingly well at the presentation of your books and the cocktail party. whose voice takes over. I’m anxious to hear about it.) Billions of kisses and unending love for you.) Oh. I just heard today that the university has hired me as a teacher for the entire year 1972-1973. one of the cultural associations of the community is organizing a poetry book presentation. my sensual beauty. I absolutely love you eternally.Alicia Ghiragossián 531 TO THE LOVE IN MY DREAMS Dearest creature. as well.) (Pause. I can’t believe I survived your absence this long. I sent you a congratulation cable yesterday and I hope you received it on time. I signed Love only to mean all those feelings and devotion that I have for you.
with a dark past herself. I was the leftover of other men. She used to say with that particular air of a want-to-be aristocrat: “Poetry doesn’t fill up your stomach. my baby. In her case it must have been. Can the light engineers turn on the lights for a moment. They are in your program. otherwise. They say she killed him. someone who had a glass house! She had had a child with another man before meeting Omar’s father. for everybody. they would kill for honor. please? . Of course she came. and I didn’t have enough money. (With sweet emotion. and his mother wanted a rich girl for her penniless son. why would they keep it so secret? So this monster-like woman. unadulterated love! My life’s talisman. even criminal ones.) Ahhhh. who knows. thought I did not deserve her son because I was older. Perhaps because it was the happiest day of my life. I was a penniless poet.Alicia Ghiragossián 532 TO THE LOVE IN MY DREAMS garbage. who. Look at the pictures. later on. five and a half pounds of pure. for her. She wanted to sabotage my wedding and threatened not to come. a poem. at the beginning of the century. I had loved before. and I didn’t have money. so you can expect all kinds of manipulations. she was a beauty. Who else could have ruined it better? When Jenny was born. I don’t know how I could tolerate the presence of that woman at the hospital. So.) Look who was throwing the stones. suspiciously died. In those little towns of the Middle East. just because he was younger than me. and it was the secret of the family that she abandoned that baby-boy. all the poison his mother attempted to put in his head. (With indignation. I never told Omar that I had three fully paid houses in Argentina until much later.” Besides.
(The lights are turned off.) Isn’t my daughter a total doll? And wasn’t that a darling family? (After a pause.C. When it ends..) I tried to convince him: “Please Omar. after the doctors had assured me for years I couldn’t have a child. turns on the stereo. (She turns off the stereo and turns on the V. But . All the happy moments are edited with sweet background music.) Thank you. birthdays with clowns. Omar didn’t know then that no one is a winner in a divorce.C.R.) (With emotion. and funny swimming pool parties. Let’s remain friends. he had to consult with that infamous-Dracula lawyer he found. that all his lawyer wanted was money. then she sits on the love seat to enjoy the movie. (Pause. It has pictures and short home videos of the wedding. and the joy my child gave me by being born. Audrey approaches the bar and serves herself a “Frangelico” on the rocks. Don’t bring lawyers into the picture.” But no. which ends with the song “Memories” sung by Barbra Streisand. of Jenny’s birth. family vacations. I think that’s enough. you’ll understand me better.) I want to convey to you the tenderness of our best moments.Alicia Ghiragossián 533 TO THE LOVE IN MY DREAMS (The lights of the theater are turned on. and continues talking in a self-justifying tone. help each other. addressing the light engineers. Audrey dries up her tears. and the 5-minute movie starts. turns off the V. for Jenny’s sake. While the movie is running. Let’s not be enemies.) I want you to look at those pictures.R. Let me show you the video I was watching last night. with the remote control. and respect the love we once felt. let’s agree. so she could convince him to ruin me.
) Just having a monologue with myself. He was too angry.) I don’t know yet. A three way kiss. (The phone rings in a coded manner. He wouldn’t believe me. I was the enemy. just because I wanted to stay in the house and have a moderate income. and with an audience of souls. but it seems my thoughts are not reaching the Higher Powers. Jenny and I. Omar. (Pause. and all three of us lost.K.) Hi sweetie. (Pause. because in his mind.) O. like we used to…But it didn’t last long. a house built with my own sweat. Do we still have some time? (Pause. We were so content. and again. we blessed Hugo. how are you? (Pause. no.) Nothing in particular. There is nothing worse than your love becoming your worst enemy. my efforts.) I guess I’m O. and too blinded with vengeance to understand. and my designing. She won. preparing the material for Monday. Eventually it was much more advantageous for me.K. but that was not the issue.) No. (Picking up the phone. And all three of us. let me think a little more. We decided to have divorce therapy for three months until we finally came to a financial agreement.) That’s Jenny. painter and subcontractor. Yesterday I meditated asking for a sign. and my planning. then call me when . he wouldn’t listen to me. pretending to protect his interests. and he fell into the trap.Alicia Ghiragossián 534 TO THE LOVE IN MY DREAMS she was covered with a sheepskin. (Pause. Audrey recognizes it and comments. the therapist and started to breathe a little. His lawyer was stronger. (Pause. too desperate.. so I couldn’t say anything to his advantage. and she pulverized the agreement. he changed his mind. playing carpenter. hugged and kissed to seal the friendly agreement.
because his father was a kind man.with sweet and tender attitudes. I wanted to spread the truth of . and…lack of true communication. when he didn’t switch all of a sudden. Anyway. A master invalidator.” was the cliché he kept repeating.) I love you too. shy and very funny at times . I think I will know by then. to his negative personality. We had a wonderful child… a beautiful house… a good income…. “We grew apart. Is that a sin for a married woman? I wanted my poetry to nourish as many souls as possible on this planet. he was creating a huge generator of deadly karma that would haunt us for years.) (Addressing the audience. even when I was sick and literally defenseless. cruelty. (Pause. I had a mission. A wife that loved him… I think his problem was with himself. He could never explain it to me. (She sends a kiss. Those were probably his mother’s genes taking over. He even gave me a black eye once. through indifference. Omar wanted to eliminate me. He was not aware that by trying to destroy me he was destroying himself. He became a poltergeist in my life. Omar didn’t know anything about karma. I think it was a matter of insecurities torturing him. He was basically a good man. because I don’t think he did. without warning. Bye. And what was my unforgivable fault? Why the divorce? I never found out.) I lost the thread of my story…. as if he hadn’t eliminated me enough during the last years of our marriage. he was destroying our child. again. And it’s not that he had another woman in his life.Alicia Ghiragossián 535 TO THE LOVE IN MY DREAMS you are on your way. through a massive lack of consideration and compassion.
my wording. and try to place the culture of my people on the map. He started writing some poems himself. and I really felt his existential emptiness. but couldn’t keep in mind that whatever is left becomes right in a reflection. and I encouraged him to go on.” I told him. stacking the stapled papers on one side. some spiritual insights after my death. but he ended up throwing them away. looking down at the city lights.” I remember that moment clearly. He attached to my healthy goals a label of an insatiable. It was such a shame his scope was so narrow. and no one will remember me. and taking the coffee cup and the placemat . He was sad. taking the books back to the bookstand. But it was funny how he wanted to follow in my footsteps. what I couldn’t understand was his talent to twist the purest intentions. for which no fame was enough. we were at the parking lot of Castaways. He didn’t understand my own hologram of reality. Was that so bad? He used to say my dreams were unrealistic. Fight genocide… Why did he end up competing with that? Why hating it? Once he told me: “I will die.Alicia Ghiragossián 536 TO THE LOVE IN MY DREAMS the spirit. “Even better than the work of some well known poets. (She goes on talking while she tries to clean up the table. “They are great. Your fingerprints are all over them. up on the hills of Burbank. You will start your eternity with your death. Instead you will be remembered always. He used to say: “It’s not me. The truth was that they were good poems.” He thought he was influenced by my style. And all I dreamed of was to leave some legacy. It was as if he was looking at a mirror to see reality. narcissistic ego. I could understand that. and looked down on them.
” That was then. He would emotionally punch me. but eventually you will find your own voice. I hope you can support me emotionally.) But he changed. Who knows what happens in people’s minds. rape me.” But he didn’t listen to me.) I told him: “Look Omar. But it was not my fault.) You have to go on writing. His negative attitude was so unfair. (Stopping for a moment what she was doing and speaking directly to the audience. It seems he liked to put me down and crush me. and I’ve had a mystic revelation that one day I have to do important things. which I wanted to share with him. The more important you become. He stopped writing. and admire you. And it must be true. But his pleasure . this is my life. and love you. He was brought up in the Middle East. and that made him angrier. He didn’t let me enjoy any success. a couple of weeks before our wedding. He would find any excuse to ruin my feelings of accomplishment. the more I will feel proud. I remember the moment. because when he proposed to me I had already experienced some success in my career as a writer. He himself admitted that he changed. so he didn’t have the right to resent it. when we were at Griffith Park on a very romantic date. since I loved him. He said he felt emasculated. Every time I had a recital that ended with a standing ovation I was afraid to come back home.” “Are you kidding?” he said “I love you and I admire you so much! I will always support you. where women cannot be more successful than men. Everybody can be influenced at the beginning. and you can cope with my dreams. (Resuming her clean-up activity.Alicia Ghiragossián 537 TO THE LOVE IN MY DREAMS to the bar.
I was totally left aside. which allowed us to build this house and buy some income property. He started behaving very strangely toward her.” I think as a joke it contained a lot of true feelings. I think my success as a poet was not the only reason of his bitterness.Alicia Ghiragossián 538 TO THE LOVE IN MY DREAMS was to tell me that my last poems were mediocre. He even used to make plans with Jenny without including me. In social parties he would constantly hug her.) But let’s say I was not convenient for him because I retired and was not bringing money on a daily basis. That’s Jenny’s story. But there came a time when he started to put Jenny emotionally down and even hurt her…. or the movies. unselfish love toward Jenny. While she’s talking. when it was me who almost supported the whole household for years . poems that were praised as brilliant by colleagues and literary critics. He used to joke about it: “Jenny can only marry when I am in jail. another aspect of his change: at one point he loved our daughter more than me. the man enters again slowly and stops close to one of the pictures hanging on the wall. (Audrey relocates herself on the chair and leans her arms on the back of the chair. because things changed when she became a teenager. as if he were jealous of the idea of another man conquering her. Well. And then. that’s a different story. My story is that he made me compete for his love. But I’m not sure that it was a clean. let’s say he stopped loving me. to the extreme of calling the attention of our friends. He didn’t hide it. because I’m planning to kill the first man who approaches her. I also made much more money than him with my investments. going to the beach. I still don’t understand his cruelty of wanting to leave me on the street.
D. I will not let you do that. He well knew that I had worked double full time in order to retire sooner and pursue my career. Perhaps he never forgave me because he owed me a great part of his accomplishments. I remember I typed his huge thesis about tumors. in molecular biology. and you will finish school. You must get your doctorate. in order to be the provider of the family.Alicia Ghiragossián 539 TO THE LOVE IN MY DREAMS until he got his Ph. and leans it against the wall. naively.) You must have moral principles and a sense of fairness in order to care. At the early stages of our marriage he wanted to open a beauty school with his brother. stupidly shared with him. every penny. was the fruit of my own effort and sweat. . (In a reflexive tone. picks it up. even from before my marriage.) I’ll take care of it tomorrow. I’ll work.” Although later on he started working for the City of Los Angeles.) Are we having an earthquake? (She walks toward the picture. But he couldn’t care less. he finally got his Ph. or his Middle Eastern machismo was bruised like hell. I didn’t dare to make a prenuptial agreement then. every piece of furniture. you don’t worry. and I told him: “No way. that’s all. my poetry can wait. which I candidly. He knew that most of what we had. the fact is that he fought in court for every possession we had. You have a talent for science. (The man throws the picture to the floor and leaves the room. The most you can do is to keep your part time job as a teaching assistant.D. Whether he forgot those years of my sacrifice.
with a check in their hands. with all the emotional. I had to face the ruthless attitude of the Armenian community in Los Angeles. Even organizations and newspapers decided that the honors they had granted me in the past were too many and undeserved. He downright told me he was very busy. I buried forever whatever innocence I had left. but we all know that that is not always the case. he threw me back ten years of my career. Article after article attempted a character assassination. I have no doubts that he had the time to meet with rich people. The archbishop of the church. And as if that was not enough. physical. he didn’t invite me to his banquets anymore.no matter what . or to start from the beginning at an age when I didn’t have the same strength or drive anymore. a lot. totally ignored me when I told him that I was having difficulties and needed to talk to him. California’s law of 50-50 .Alicia Ghiragossián 540 TO THE LOVE IN MY DREAMS “The law is always moral. since he knew there was no money or donations for the church. and financial devastation possible. I wanted to kill myself. It was an evil conspiracy. extremely unfair. and made a joint effort to throw me off my pedestal and tear me into pieces. I was so depressed for so long. and fast. a massive .” he claimed from a position of power. I didn’t make those sacrifices for him. I just aged. I’m sure he couldn’t waste time with a poet.is very unfair. So… the divorce killed me. and the whole world became out of focus for me. and no one would give me a job. With the vicious divorce we had. so unable to do anything…. who used to be “friends” with us – quote-unquote – and invite us to his New-Year’s banquets. but I couldn’t do it. Obviously.
Perhaps it’s only my wish…. I’m so angry with myself for enjoying those dreams. that’s life. 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. (With extreme. who knows? Maybe I had to go through all that experience for my own good. and wants to repair the damage he caused. that it bothers me. consciously knowing I’m not interested in him anymore. But there was not much I could do then. that I am in touch with the essence of love. Maybe it’s a . or the illusory one. by thinking about me and I am picking it up. (Pause. as you prefer to define this life. and. I don’t think about him during my waking hours. but he is so frequently in my dreams. The fact is that I went through hell. and it can happen to anyone. and there is always a lesson to learn. Or perhaps it’s my higher self or subconscious mind reminding me that love itself is not dead. and think that maybe he is causing them. contained emotion.) Unfortunately. a total poltergeist. or I needed to pay a heavy karmic debt…. back to the real world. damn it. He comes repented. He acts as being in love all over again.Alicia Ghiragossián 541 TO THE LOVE IN MY DREAMS attack of jealousy and envy by the mediocre.) Well. The gifts of life come mixed. Then. Maybe. (Pause. And there is so much emotion in his eyes. I analyze the reason of my dreams. It seems Saturn controlled my astrological chart in those years. What is really a mystery to me is why he permanently comes into my dreams.) I went through hell.
without passion things can be peaceful. I couldn’t be happy with him. I cannot betray my nature. Come on. lonely. missing him. I could never be a stereotype. give me a sign if you want me in your funeral or not. not for anybody. handicapped. I had my periods of hating him. should I go to see him? (She takes from the folder a funeral announcement – on one side.) Now that you heard my story. I hope you don’t plan to hold grudges there. this puzzling feeling of real love in my dreams. Maybe I’m being trained for my next love. I knew it was crazy. the one facing the audience. of sensing happiness in his arms. Not for him. until I saw him at Jenny’s wedding. let me tell you what my conflict is today. I couldn’t trust men. Good for them. Of course. it wouldn’t be proper. Yet there was still this enigma. forgetting him. tortuous fantasy. there is a full page picture of Omar. I couldn’t care less about that. I heard they had a peaceful relationship. if we are going to eventually forgive each other in the celestial realm. forgiving him. I knew then it was all over. and I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to. (Visibly conflicted. Like a Stepford marriage. Did I tell you he re-married?. It was a really sad. and I felt emotionally confused. So. 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. or my next life? Who knows! Many times I thought: “What if he wants to come back?” But I immediately reacted against the idea.) Hey! I know you must be around now.Alicia Ghiragossián 542 TO THE LOVE IN MY DREAMS sign I will find love again. People’s feelings are above a piece of paper. . What am I supposed to do? Do I have the right to go… or rather. why not try to start now. empty.
(Suddenly Omar’s picture falls down to the floor. Are you leaving now? (Pause. and Audrey picks it up knowing it’s Jenny. Oh.) You know what? I’m coming. you see the light at the end. Jenny says I don’t have to. and she smells the roses. I’m going.) Well.) Can you believe I don’t know yet. so you don’t need to park the car. That’s why today I want closure.) (She picks up the photograph from the floor and places it back on top of the folder. over the lamp table. where it was. (She is still excited. Only that can make me happy. . (She sends a kiss. I’m not sure I should go. In fact I’m ready. I want to be at peace with myself. Sometimes you are in a dark tunnel for a long time and.K. and you start seeing the signs. if there is such a thing as closure after death. I want to be right in the eyes of God. but it’s up to me. and you know what is the right thing to do.) I bought these beautiful roses for him but I don’t know what to do. I’m sure. I’ll be out in a few minutes. the right thing for your heart. I guess I knew it all along. I was supposed to get a feedback from you.) O. (She is extremely excited. (Pause. Bye. (The phone rings again. my God.Alicia Ghiragossián 543 TO THE LOVE IN MY DREAMS (She leaves the picture on top of the letter’s folder. and for a few seconds stares at the picture on the floor. but you saw what happened. Each day I’m not happy I feel I’m literally wasting my life. Just blow the horn. I’m shaking. in harmony with higher laws.) Yes. I cannot make up my mind. I’m coming.) Hi love! (Pause. all of a sudden. we have a few more minutes to talk. Audrey notices It.) As you see. surprised.) I’ve decided.
because its voice comes from listening to your Higher Self. And you deserve them more than anybody else. (She goes toward the hanger. I don’t know if you’ll agree with me. but I’ll take these last minutes to tell you something. I will not see you again. (Then she goes to pick up the vase with the roses and takes it to the bar. I have to go now.) That’s Jenny. takes out the roses from the water. and she addresses the audience again. I have the feeling that very soon I’ll experience a divine intervention. from the . you have to listen to it. deep from your heart.) You know what? On second thought I don’t think I will need these roses. looking into the mirror. then she takes a hat and puts it on. (The horn is heard again. (A horn is heard from the outside. You listened to me. (Touched. The heart should always be the main ruler. and dries out the stems with the small towel over the counter.Alicia Ghiragossián 544 TO THE LOVE IN MY DREAMS So. And I feel like respecting his memory. I’m leaving. The love I felt in my dreams. while the background music plays “Nessun dorma!” track #15.) I’m ready to start my life with a new love.) I need cellophane paper for this. but I thank you so much for sharing this moment with me. It’s like respecting the love I once felt for him.) Tonight you have been my best friends. (She pauses with a thinking expression. and I love you. she takes a black jacket and puts it on. then chooses a black purse and hangs it on her shoulder. but nothing can be a better justification than feelings.
and while smelling it. he observes Audrey leaving. .D. (She kisses the roses. throws them to the audience. The song comes to its end with a grand finale. pronouncing the Italian words: “Vinceró! Vinceró!” meaning “I shall win! I shall win!” The curtain falls slowly). One of the roses falls on the floor of the stage. and good-bye. Then he throws it to the audience. While she exits running through the door on the right. picks up the rose. turns around and vanishes. she was listening when the curtains raised. the man comes in.Alicia Ghiragossián 545 TO THE LOVE IN MY DREAMS same C.) Thank you.
in his magnificent study. she dives into powerful concepts outlining the existence of Soul DNA. and philosophers such as Hegel. who resides in Glendale. Gibran. California. . as a student of metaphysics. He considers her theories conscience-changing. Quantum Seed and TEIWAS Energy Factor. calls the poet a genius. and he believes they will revolutionize the way academicians. Blake and Shakespeare. As if God were challenging us for greatness. Kierkegaard and Sartre. Ghiragossián is one of the premier thinkers of our time. Author of 61volumes and creator of surprising paradoxes and metaphors. the author. Rumi. The analysis ultimately joins her work with poets of the stature of Neruda. by Robert Danielak. former attorney and actor. In the book Alicia G. and the founder of the theory Metadimensional Poetry. among others. She is the goddess of universal love and the spiritual alchemist who creates timeless and spaceless new realities through her metadimensions. she raises the bar of creation for creators of all times. she is the only living poet whose work has been illustrated by the legendary Pablo Picasso. He has no doubt that Dr. poetry lovers and readers everywhere will look at poetry and even their own lives. the Poet Philosopher of the New Millennium. Moreover. Alicia Ghiragossián is an Argentine-American world class poet of Armenian ancestry.Alicia Ghiragossián 546 ABOUT THE AUTHOR ABOUT THE AUTHOR Dr.
Ghiragossián has been awarded the title of “Honorary Doctor” by the National Academy of Sciences of Armenia and she is. Her work is the recipient of several awards and hundreds of endorsements. President of Costa Rica. Soaring and timeless poetry. Tango icon Astor Piazzolla has composed music for her poetry and.Alicia Ghiragossián 547 ABOUT THE AUTHOR Dr. DR. 2008. as well. President of the United States of America. Ghiragossián is included in 25 books and two encyclopedias and has taught a Modern Poetry Workshop at UCLA. BILL RICHARDSON. I wish you all the best in your future endeavors. BARACK OBAMA. Books like this [Peace Quantum] contribute towards the spread of peace in the world.D. . Nobel Peace Laureate. 2005. OSCAR ARIAS SANCHEZ. Her work has been translated into seven languages. Profound and lovely poetry. thesis at the University of San Pablo. Governor of New Mexico. 2005. an “Honorary Citizen” of that country. and I would like to add my support… THE DALAI LAMA. her bronze bust is placed at the National Museum of Art and Literature of Armenia. at present. as well as the subject of a Ph. 2008. Brazil. Nobel Peace Laureate.
one of the greatest Armenian poets of the XXth century. with a soaring quality that evokes cathedrals. HOVANNES SHIRAZ. beautiful poetry. Alicia is a great talent. Ghiragossián is a profound. . Armenia. SILVA GABOUDIKIAN. Her work is that of a mystic. 2005. one of the greatest Armenian poets of the XXth century. 1979. 1967. USA. Pulitzer Prize Laureate. Beautiful. Tapping into the frequencies that affect human behavior and can change the universe. 1980. Great admiration for Alicia Ghiragossián. WILLIAM SAROYAN. Armenia. 1976. LOS ANGELES JOURNAL. Communications Director of United Nations. EDUARD MORTIMER. 2005. both inspiring and moving. Armenia. Without any doubt. BARUYR SEVAG. the greatest Armenian poet of the XXth century. 2005. Poems which do not have their pair in our rich and secular Armenian chants. a very profound poet.Alicia Ghiragossián 548 ABOUT THE AUTHOR A wonderful collection of poems. INTERNET REVIEW.
KEVORK EMIN. a sun. God has expressed His opinion. Alicia Ghiragossián. Armenia. 1980. French poet of international fame. one of the greatest Armenian poets of the XXth century. He has given her in huge amounts. 1967. the good times of poetry. a comet. JACQUES PREVERT. .Alicia Ghiragossián 549 ABOUT THE AUTHOR About Alicia. She is one of the most talented poets of Armenia and the Diaspora.