ESSAY
I Traveled All Over The World With The Literature I Have Written!
by Trandafir Sîmpetru
The youth of today are like the wind sweeping across the literary fields, stirring up ideas, overturning old beliefs, bringing with them a fresh, wild, and fascinating energy. — Trandafir Sîmpetru
I embarked on an endless journey, with nothing but the pages written by my own hand as my only map and my soul, poured into words, as my only luggage. I crossed from one country to another, from one continent to the next, like a pilgrim of letters, carrying within me the silence of libraries and the storm of inspiration. In dazzling cities and forgotten villages alike, my poetry has been read, recited, perhaps even wept over in secret by those who found their destiny within my lines. My books have rested on shelves from Tokyo to Buenos Aires, from Paris to Baghdad, opened under the soft glow of midnight lamps by unseen souls, crossing oceans and deserts, bringing with them stories of love, suffering, hope, and eternity.
From every continent, powerful voices rise — poets with fiery souls, novelists reshaping the destiny of humankind, playwrights spinning the wheel of time with razor-sharp dialogue.
And I, a wanderer among people and cultures, have become a speck of dust settled on the pages of my own existence — a wise traveler who has finally understood that it is not he who carries literature through the world, but literature that carries him toward immortality.
From every continent, powerful voices rise — poets with fiery souls, novelists reshaping the destiny of humankind, playwrights spinning the wheel of time with razor-sharp dialogue. In a world where every new sentence is a hammer striking the anvil of literary history, staying at the top is like a sailor fighting relentless waves, trying to keep his ship afloat. No one guarantees that your name will be spoken with the same reverence in the years to come.
But perhaps true success is not measured by rankings, but by the profound silence of a reader who closes your book against their chest and whispers: “You have changed me. I am no longer the same.”
All you have is your talent, restless as a mountain stream, and the strength to carry your literary destiny forward, no matter the highs and lows of fleeting fame. But perhaps true success is not measured by rankings, but by the profound
silence of a reader who closes your book against their chest and whispers: “You have changed me. I am no longer the same.”
The youth of today are like the wind sweeping across the literary fields, stirring up ideas, overturning old beliefs, bringing with them a fresh, wild, and fascinating energy. I see them rushing forward, capturing words like birds of light and releasing them into the sky of their inspiration. They are fearless, unafraid to proclaim their truths, to write about the world as they see and feel it. Perhaps we, the ones before them, were the roots, but they are the flowers reaching for the sky.
My heart swells with joy knowing that their pens will carry on, that the torch of literature does not flicker out but burns even brighter, clearer, more vividly. And in this blooming of the future, I feel that I have not written in vain, that every word I have laid down was a seed planted in the soil of tomorrow and of all humanity.
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Born on April 19, 1962 in Jirlău commune, Brăila county, Romania. Trandafir Sîmpetru is an Editor, writer, journalist, President of the World Union of Romanian Poets and President of the Association of World Poets. His poems have been translated to English, Indian, Japanese, Serbian, French, Bulgarian, German, Greek, Russian, Bulgarian, Greek, Russian, Serbian, English, Indian, Japanese, Serbian, French, Bulgarian, German, Greek, and Russian.
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