Desde el pálido horizonte de los Cárpatos, esas regiones sombrías donde aún se tejen las leyendas que en Rumanía son parte de su historia como si fueran reales sus personajes , Andra Gabriela Prodea nos asombra con sus letras hervidas en el caldero de su inmensa angustia existencial: "El reloj aún resguarda los rastros de las noches heladas de invierno cuando las paredes se bebían a punta de sorbos la sed amargamente despilfarrada de mis lágrimas en blanco y negro, presumiendo de sumergirlas a todas en un agujero pese a gozar de una edad ampliamente vivida y transcurrida que pinta una sucesión de peripecias en tamaño real".    Es que no ha sido corto ni sosegado el rumbo de su inquiera mente, de laberintos invisibles para nosotros, mas no para ella en esa " Tierra más allá del Bosque" de Emily Gerad , la escocesa enamorada de Transilvania que nos llevó a la Escuela del Diablo para que aprendiéramos todo lo necesario para elaborar rayos:    " Llevo tu sonrisa pegada a mi único y no menos despreciable rayo de sol" escribe Andra, ya que "de nada sirve morder la rabia con mis dientes postizos ya que la rabia ha decidido por su parte que no cuadra bien con lo que pretendemos plasmar."   "Mejorada y aliviada, pero no del todo" Andra ha escrito:  "El roce del verde ha ampliado nuestros horizontes   para " hacerle bien al alma y sentirme útil a mi misma de alguna manera" .Y agrega: "  Yo no soy de esos que se quedan quietas sin hacer nada. Creo que heredé de d mi madre este don, porque ella nunca descansa,siempre encuentra un quehacer por llevar a cabo.  "                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     Que bien me hace saber que Andra está bien dentro de las circumstancias y que no "se  queda quieta"  que de tanto insistir, los males dejarán de insistir,valga la redundancia.        D isertación sobre la Felicidad para hacerle bien a nuestras almas.Traducción libre.              Joseph Berolo Dic, 29,2017    The rub of the green has broadened our horizons   My happiness /contentment (as a fair and square prognosis) derives from the things I must fight for and achieve before it is too late to do so     A topic of my choice would be ,without peradventure, happiness. On the basis of our run-of-the-mill casual observations,direct contact ,life events and the so-called "school of hard knocks",there's the unexperienced,the unscientific and the unversed eye in this dicey situation where the individual must judge at face value the fact of providing both accurate and informative findings on its own.   So,I will try my hardest to eschew the merest use of a proverbial and cliched hypothesis. When it comes to picking up a topic of my interest, I am hell-bent on making forays into the deeper waters of human nature and see flowing at the surface more power to our elbow. Human nature has always been a subject looming large in my life and I thought it wouldn't go amiss to be busting a gut trying to squeeze as much juice from it as we can. I know from the very outset that this notion belongs more to the metaphysical still unsurveyed domain,but I truly believe that happiness does not necessarilly come from up above,but from the the process of decision-making that we get embarked on. This is my hypothesis and I defend it in the staunchest way conceivable. Yes, to be brutally honest, according to my standpoint,the concept of happiness is tantamount to a long-drawn-out adventure,at the end of which life awards us for having been patient and committed to our ideals.    Happiness is a dignified word in proverbs,wise sayings,novels and so forth. If I have to define it at the sensorial level ,I would probably say that happiness is a combination of that sensation of having butterflies in your stomach,bedizened with a trepidation and a fit of trembling. It's a God-given gift, that we must ,in order to enjoy it with its thrills and pills, be in peace with ourselves and embrace the feeling to the point of delirium. It's the kind of feeling that leaves an awestruck dosis of mayhem in its aftermath, but not in its pejorative sense, because it's meant to leave you everything but the kitchen sink, in a cast-iron attempt to get yourself surfeited with lots of satisfaction and motivation. But the only drawback is that,like any other emotional states,it is hard to be kept in its original "packaging" for a long while.But it srikes me worthwhile to do whatever it takes to have it by one's side, come hell or high water!   Who wouldn't be interested in being truly happy,garlanded with words of endearment and sweet nothings whispered into your ear? Perhaps it's one of those bacchanalian and burning desires that embellishes you within, that elbows yourself to the pinnacle of revelry, and that will remain -even after evaporating itself, deeply-entrenched in your heart. When you count your innermost blessings,happiness rears its head among all of them. I have also devoted myself to reading the thought-stirring book of Bertrand Russell -The pursuit of Happiness, which is a highly-acclaimed piece of lecture that I warmly recommend to whoever has nagging doubts about this cure-all tool that is such a sought-after marvel,and those who really achieve it should regard themselves the luckiest people on Earth.   But scientists still bring to the debating table whether happiness is something you are endowed with, something such as an intrinsic and inherent capacity that you get born with, or is a dexterity and adeptness that with the passage of time we nurture until it is emboldened enough to survive in our hearts. It could be falling between two stools,but it remains to be seen what the research reveals. And our happiness is not compatible with that of others, is kind of a unique experience to be cherished,and we can truly make every endeavour to see other people happier around us by giving them what they most stand in need of. That's their portion of happiness. My happiness /contentment (as a fair and square prognosis) derives from the things I must fight for and achieve before it is too late to do so. Not to mention the alleviative power of our strenghts that I resort to anytime I am at a crossroads ,because in order to be fully achieved and enjoyed with an orgiastic pleasure,happiness is a poisoned chalice.     And when you think you've got it in your fair hands,it has the virtue to "reward" us with ingratitude. What I learned about happiness is that it never lasts forever,it migrates from X to Y, and perhaps this is its own essence, therefore it is confined to some curtailed and unprolonged moments in which you take advantage of it all. It is perhaps happiness at the touch of a finger, happiness borrowed from whoever has been using it before you, the sort of happiness we hold as a incalculable treasure that we are constantly on the prowl for, considering the fact that we are the predator and happiness -the much-awaited prey. Alfred Hitchcock said that "the more successful the villain,the more successful the picture." In a moment of reflexivity,with the benefit of hindsight, regardless the time being,the milestones encountered on the way, one reached the conclusion that,happiness has always showed itself as a cloak-and -dagger virtue, that embittered us to the marrow,that made us follow it in its stride, until the point of no return.   This is another point to be taken into consideration when laying down the foundations of a hypothesis. And this a "de rigueur" and a sheer "animus novandi" razor-sharp witticism,that at the slightest touch is going to let the much-remembered "veil of ignorance" jibe with the sound of "cheers!" clapped in the honour of the emphatical phrases around happiness flying hither and tither at the announcement that it not lasting ad summam senectutem. Andra Gabriea Prodea, Rumania

Hoy, ante el principio  del fin de un año que nos deja sumidos en la angustia de no saber si la Paz o la Guerra habrán de reinar en el universo, vamos a CELEBRAR LA VIDA.          XVIII Concierto de la Alborada.  PORTAL  .http://user2009487.sites.myregisteredsite.com/semillasdejuventudsigloxxi/id35.html  Foro abierto  hasta el 1º de enero del 2018  (Poesia y otros géneros literarios inspiradores de paz y armonia universal)