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    Through My Fingertips
    Through My Fingertips
    Through My Fingertips
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    Through My Fingertips

    By Cristina-Monica Moldoveanu

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    Different poems, most of them from a prose poetry perspective, even when they have short lines. The rambling stories of a middle-aged woman about life, love, death or immortality. The self of the poet merging with the environment, the pain of being alone, the modus vivendi of getting older are translucent through these filigree of thoughts and images.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCristina-Monica Moldoveanu
    Release dateMay 19, 2017
    ISBN9781370926329
    Through My Fingertips
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    Cristina-Monica Moldoveanu

    I began to write poems in childhood, then, after a scientific education, I restarted to write poems when I was 36 (in 2007) and then haiku in 2010. I also translated some of my poems in English.My blog on Goodreads:https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8093553.Cristina_Monica_Moldoveanu/blog

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