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Armenuhi Sisyan
Dear Prof, Armenuhi Sisyan. Welcome to Peace
for our time and the time of our children and the children of their children through the cultivation of Fine Arts in the gardens
of their mind and their hearts. The world of Poetry turned into conductive facts of Peace and universal Harmony.
Estimada Profesora Armenuhi Sisyan Bienvenida a la Paz para nuestro tiempo y el tiempo de nuestros hijos y los hijos de sus hijos a través del cultivo de las Bellas Artes en los jardines
de su mente y sus corazones . El
mundo de la Poesía convertido en hechos conductores de Paz y Armonia universal.
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Dear Joseph Don't think that I've forgotten about our project ‘'Seeds
of Youth'' beeing develoopd with the with the head of Writers Union of Armenia. Because of coronavirus situation here ,all
new plannings and programs are suspended in wait for better times.. Yesterday Azerbaijan,(A country artificially
created by Lenin only in the times of Soviet Union) attacked Artsakh. a region of our country which became independent after the end of the
Soviet Union. Azerbaijan wants to control it .It is ancient Armenian land (B. C.) sacred for every Armenian. The war
was started by Azerbaijan, with the support of Turkey; this is the war of the collective "Turk" Artsakh is
just a symbol of the current collective Armenians. (The r genocide of 1915 of Armenians is a sad remindr of what could happens
againm, .Turkey went unpunished then Turkey is an obvious danger to the world. It needs to be reigned and punished
by the international communities and Governments.
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Estimado Joseph: No crea que me he olvidado de nuestro proyecto
"Semillas de Juventud" que se está desarrollando con el director de la Unión de Escritores de
Armenia. Debido a la situación del coronavirus aquí, y la guerra que libramos,, todos los nuevos planes y programas
están suspendidos .. Ayer, Azerbaiyán (un país creado artificialmente por Lenin en los tiempos
de la Unión Soviética) atacó Artsaj. una región de de la antigua armenia (B. C.) sagrada
para todos los armenios. La guerra fue iniciada por Azerbaiyán, con el apoyo de Turquía; esta es la guerra del
colectivo "turco" . (El genocidio de los armenios de 1915 es un triste recordatorio de lo que podría volver
a suceder. Turquía quedó impune entonces. Turquía es un peligro evidente para el mundo. Debe ser
gobernada y castigada por las comunidades y los gobiernos internacionales. ,
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2020, 16:28 +04:00 от Naciones Unidas de las Letras : Dear Joseph,
very thankful to you for your care and interest for ancient Armenia- the first who officially adopted Christianity in the
world in 301. The world should not allow fascism in nowadays! The world should not allow the new birth of the Ottoman Hitler-
Erdoghan, his is a real threat not only to the countries of the region, but also to the countries of Europe and the whole
world. But we are trusting now only to our fantastic soldiers, full with spirit. ‘'Armenians don't fight like heroes,
heroes fight like Armenians''...))) The LIGHT, JUSTICE are on their side!
It turns to the war between Light and darkness. Universe protects us, because our cause is sacred: we fight for our motherland,
children and for right of life, they- for the territories and political ambitions. Armenia and Artsakh(Nagorni Karabakh)
today are the global front of civilization, because they are fighting against terrorism and fascism. Dear Armeuhi. Thanks you lots for your message which brings us closer to the realities of our present
lives. It is hard to imagine a world where so many of us are trying to bring peace and hope to others in ways that are not
violent or aggressive but filled with good ideas of how to forgive and repair and survive. Seeds of Youth is one of the ways
we have to achieve those goals.. yes is not easy, I know, to prevail in these difficult times, there in suffering biblical
Armenia, with its long history of political unsettledness ....Your land is part of the history of humanity, what a paradox
to have existed before Christ and not have learned to live in peace free of so many tyrants nations chains. More than before
knowing you, I will be studying its history and through you, learning how to be part of your struggle. The following lines
of yours are like a prayer I share deeplym with my colleagues : "I Feel that I belong to Seeds of
Youth, , althouhg I'm depressed and is difficuly to think about other creative things... But don't think I am
downhearted: you can't imagine how many young Armenians enlisted voluntarily in war to defend their motherland! Also ready
to go on with proyects of peace such as Seeds of Youth, It's fantastic... Our work is fair, we never attack,never kill
children and old people as Turks used to do, just defend our home and families! Sorry to be long and thank you one more time."
Armenuhi i
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Querido Joseph, muy agradecido por su cuidado e interés por
la antigua Armenia, el primer puelo de la antiguedad que adoptó oficialmente el cristianismo en el mundo en 301. ¡El
mundo no debería permitir el fascismo hoy en día! El mundo no debe permitir el nuevo nacimiento del otomano
Hitler-Erdoghan, la suya es una amenaza real no solo para los países de la región, sino también para
Europa y el mundo entero. Pero ahora solo confiamos en nuestros fantásticos soldados, llenos de espíritu. "Los
armenios no luchan como héroes, los héroes luchan como armenios" ... LA LUZ, la JUSTICIA
ESTÁN DE SU LADO ¨Porque nuestra causa es sagrada: luchamos por nuestra patria, luchamos por nuestros
niños y por el derecho a la vida, ellos- por los territorios y ambiciones políticas. Armenia y Artsakh (Nagorni
Karabakh) hoy son el frente global de la civilización, porque luchan contra el terrorismo y el fascismo. Querida Armeuhi. Muchas gracias por su mensaje que nos acerca a las realidades de nuestra vida actual.
Es difícil imaginar un mundo en el que muchos de nosotros estemos tratando de llevar al mundo la paz y
la esperanza de maneras otras que no sean violentas ni agresivas, sino que estén llenas de buenas
ideas sobre cómo perdonar, reparar y sobrevivir. SEMILLAS DE JUVENTUD SIGLO XXI en medio de la guerra
que se libra en esa tierra milenaria, está germinando en los campos armenios y habrá de prevalecer, No
es fácil, en estos tiempos convulsos, menos allí en la Armenia bíblica que sufre, con su
larga historia de inestabilidad política ..¡Que paradoja! Existir desde antes de Cristo y no haber aprendido
a vivir en paz libre de tantas cadenas de naciones tiranas. Hoy , unidos por el milagro técnico de
la internet , estamos aprendiendo a compartir la lucha de otros pueblos, a y lo que parecia imposible hace unas tres
décadas-- unir nuestras mentes y corazones en un solo propósito--- lo es hoy, librado en esta gesta
de cultivar la Paz en la mente u el corazón de nuestros hijos y los hijos de sus hijos. Comparto con nuestros
miembros sus sentidas palabras siguientes, y en nombre de ellos le envio nuestro sentimieento de afecto
y de admiración:."Siento pertenecer a Semillas de
Juventud Siglo XXI , más aún en medio de esta lucha que libramos que deprime e impide pensar
en otras cosas creativas ... Pero no estoy desanimada: ¡No se pueden imaginar cuántos jóvenes
armenios estan dispuestos a no solo a Alistarse voluntariamente para defender la patria sino también
a trabajar en otras lides como son los semilleros de juventud, ! Es fantástico ... Nuestro trabajo es justo, nunca
atacamos, nunca matamos niños y ancianos solo sabemos defender nuestro hogar y nuestras familias. Perdón por
la demora y gracias una vez más por su apoyo y motivación ". Armenuhi Semillas de Juventud Siglo
XXZ Embajadora de Buena Voluntad. República de Armenia,
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THE WOMAN Translated by Meruzhan Harutyunyan The woman was alone at home. She was diseased. There hadn't been a time she was worried for herself, but
now she was, for bad feelings wouldn't leave her from morning. Anxiety would increase as would do pain in the heart region
that sometimes would turn into choking. Then, by and by, fear came and took its place in the paining heart adding to her anxiety.
Would it be that death desired to visit her? Oh, no, it is not the time! What nonsense, death never tells it is coming! Probably
she was to tell her daughter. But no, never! She had just gone for a holiday and no idea to worry her too. Let come what comes,
for can she help?She got up from her bed and began to walk about the room. The pain again pricked her
heart, and the pain was so sharp this time that she couldn't make a step. She froze at her place tightly holding her heart
and bended. Yes, it is the end! Death had come after her.
Was this the way she would go? And the
most terrible thing was she was all alone. She must struggle. She must do something. The medicine! She had to reach the kitchen
and take the medicine out of the cupboard. Oh, no, she couldn't. Besides, if she was to die then did she need any medicine?
The most important thing was to tell somebody she died otherwise her breathless body would stay in the closed room for a long
time. Oh, how terrible it was; she had to do something; what can be done? How could she have forgotten, the emergency! She
stretched her hand for the phone that was aside her, but then she glanced at her stretched hand. The manicure had died away
from her nails that were rough and uncared, for she hadn't been taking care for herself for a long time, she didn't know for
how many days. She remembered her mother. She had always
had very well cared nails, tidy and nice, and she would always say that woman's hands must always be clean and well cared.
She imagined how they would come and she her in such state, first the doctors, then the relatives, then others. What a shame!
They would think she had been a very untidy woman! The
woman didn't understand how she stood up and went to the bedroom, then took her white manicure out of the drawer under the
mirror, then the cleaning liquid and some cotton. First she cleaned away the remnants of the old manicure, then put new layer,
uniform and nice. Then she had a look from different angles at her nails and marveled at her own work and, waiting for her
nails to dry had a look at herself in the mirror. What an unpleasant look had she; was she that good-looking woman? She took
the hair-brush from before the mirror and dressed her hair a little. This would do, a little. What a pale face, just a dreadful
one! "A woman must be beautiful in any circumstances!" thought she and put some lipstick on her lips. And the skin;
what a skin was this, just a repulsive skin of a diseased! And she washed her face with a special liquid for face all the
time criticizing someone and being angry with that someone as if it wasn't her. Then she massaged her face with a feeding
cream very carefully and put some powder on it. Two blue hollows were under her eyes where the ill sadness loved to dwell
usually. She tried to camouflage them rubbing them with
loving care, but she wasn't satisfied. She had a look into the mirror and smiled to herself with a smile only a woman does,
and the hollows sank into that smile. "Well, this is much better and not the untidy face of that woman. One can always
know from the face of a woman if she is tidy or not." She was going on with criticizing that other woman. "A woman
must stay a woman, even if she is aged," stated she in her mind. Then she decided that her dress wasn't so nice and thought
she had better changed that. She went into the bathroom, changed her dress quickly, putting on home dresses though, but cleaner
and nicer ones.She again turned to the most important thing that is called mirror and dressed her hair a little with her usual
movements that was more like stroking, the she smiled delightedly and went up the phone. She had to call someone. She mechanically
took the receiver up, but her fingers were hung in the air with uncertainty. She forgot who she had been going to call.
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LA MUJER Traducido por
Joseph Berolo La
mujer estaba sola en casa. Estaba enferma. No había habido un momento en que no estuviera preocupada por sí
misma, pero ahora más que nunca porque los malos pensamientos no la dejaban desde la mañana. La ansiedad mental
aumentaBA al igual que el dolor en el corazón que a veces se convertía en asfixia. Luego, poco a poco, el miedo
llegó y ocupó su lugar en su mente confundida, lo que aumentó su angustia. ¿Sería
la muerte la que deseaba visitarla? ¡Oh, no, no es el momento! ¡Qué tontería, la muerte nunca dice
cuando va a llegar ! Probablemente ella debía decirle a su hija. Pero no, ¡ Nunca! Acababa de irse de vacaciones
y no debía preocuparla. Dejar que venga lo que venga, porque ¿Puede ayudarme? No. Se levantó de
su cama y comenzó a caminar por la habitación. El dolor volvió a pinchar su corazón, y fue tan
fuerte esta vez que no pudo dar un paso. Se congeló en su lugar apretando fuertemente su corazón y se dobló.
Sí. La muerte había llegado. Era el final. ¿Era así como ella se iría? Y
lo más terrible era que estaba sola. Debia luchar. Debía hacer algo. ¡La medicina! Tenía que llegar
a la cocina y sacarla del armario. Oh no, no podía. Además, si iba a morir, ¿necesitaba alguna medicina?
Lo más importante era decirle a alguien que murió, de lo contrario su cuerpo sin aliento permanecería
en la habitación cerrada durante mucho tiempo. !Oh Qué terrible sería. Tenía que hacer algo;
¿Qué puedo hacer? ¡Cómo pude haber olvidado la Emergencia! Estiró la mano hacia el teléfono
que estaba a un lado de ella, pero luego miró su mano extendida. La manicura había desaparecido de sus uñas
que estaban ásperas y descuidadas, porque no se había estado cuidando por mucho tiempo, no sabía cuántos
días. Recordó a su madre. Siempre había tenido uñas muy cuidadas, ordenadas
y bonitas, decía que las manos de la mujer siempre deben estar limpias y bien cuidadas. Se imaginó como las
verían y a ella en ese estado, primero los médicos, luego los familiares, luego otros. ¡Qué lástima!
¡Pensarían que había sido una mujer muy desordenada! La mujer no entendió cómo se puso de
pie y fue a la habitación, sacó su manicura del cajón debajo del espejo, luego el líquido de
limpieza y algo de algodón. Primero limpió los restos de la vieja capa, luego puso una nueva , uniforme y agradable.
Luego miró las uñas desde diferentes ángulos y se maravilló de su propio trabajo y, mientras esperaba
que sus uñas se secaran, se miró en el espejo. Qué mirada tan desagradable tenía ella; ¿Era
ella esa mujer guapa que sabia que era ? Tomó un cepillo y se arregló un poco el pelo. Esto haría,
un poco. ¡Qué cara pálida, simplemente horrible! "¡Una mujer debe ser hermosa en cualquier
circunstancia!" pensó y se puso un poco de lápiz labial en los labios. Y la piel; ¡Qué
piel era esta, solo la piel repulsiva de un enfermo! Y se lavó la cara con un líquido especial criticando todo
el tiempo a alguien y enojándose con esa persona como si no fuera ella. Luego masajeó suy rsotro
con mucho cuidado con una crema de vitaminas y se puso un poco de polvo. Dos huecos azules aparecían debajo
de sus ojeras donde habitualmente se veía la tristeza. Trató de camuflarlos frotándolos con amoroso cuidado,
pero no quedó satisfecha. Se miró al espejo y sonrió para sí misma con una sonrisa que solo una
mujer sabe hacer , y los huecos de sus mejillas se hundieron en esa sonrisa. "Bueno, esto es mucho mejor y no el rostro
desordenado de esa mujer. Uno siempre puede saber por el rostro de una mujer si está ordenada o no". Continuó criticando a esa otra mujer. "Una mujer debe seguir siendo
una mujer, incluso si es mayor", pensó . Luego decidió que su vestido no era tan bonito y decidió
que cambiarse Entró en el baño, se desvistió rápidamente y se puso vestidos
caseros, pero más limpios y agradables. Volvió a lo más importante en ese momento que era su espejo,
y se compuso un poco más el cabello con sus movimientos habituales que eran como caricias- Sonrió encantada
y acudió al teléfono. Tenía que llamar a alguien. Mecánicamente levantó el receptor, pero
sus dedos se quedaron suspendidos en el aire. Había olvidado a quén iba a llamar.
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Poems *** If I manage to escape from the race of the time that follows
me, I'll go to gather poems, where the trees blossom and wait for me: (so many poems are there!...) ***Ripeness makes things sweet- don't taste the
early fruit; leave it to time. It leaves the fruit alone to become fully grown.
*** To be a sunrise and a sunset
to be, to expect nothing from people, and to want nothing from them, to lighten the world and to be away, to embrace it
every day and in heights to stay...
*** I woke up at night, Distant
knocks were being heard, Angels for Earth's were knoking the Heaven's door, Alas.
They're closed! There is no return! Couldn't sleep anymore.
*** When my body will be much stronger Then my dreams and illusions, I will dare to stay silent about love, Until then I will speak Where only the words live... ***Between my
yesterday and tomorrow today is threatening me in the face of torment. *** Between
my enter and exitthe closed doors are compressing me with airless space. *** Between me and you nothing is now by the name of love. (Lost Paradise.) *** The granules of my words I sprinkled after me, for you to find the road to me. And I left, closed within myself... Wish you don't
get lost.. *** This day also slithered as the dress slipps down my body: for
one more day I am stripped away from life...
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Poemas
Si
me las arreglo para escapar de la carrera
del tiempo que me persigue, me iré a recopilar poemas donde florecen los árboles y esperan por mi: (Hay tantos
poemas ahi) *** La madurez hace las
cosas dulces no pruebes la fruta verde Déjala que haya madurod
completamente
*** Para ser un amanecer y puesta de sol ser para esperar nada de la gente, y no querer nada de ellos para aligerar el mundo y estar lejos, y abrazar cada
día quedarse arriba de
las bajezas
*** Me
desperté en la noche se escuchaban golpes distantes, Los ángeles de la Tierra estaban tocando la puerta del cielo, Pobre de mí. ! Estaban cerradas! No hay retorno! No pude dormir más. *** Cuando mi cuerpo sea mucho
más fuerte entonces mis sueños e ilusiones, me atreveré a guardar silencio sobre el amor Hasta entonces
hablaré donde solo viven las palabras ...
*** Entre mi ayer y mañana hoy me amenaza conl a cara del tormento. *** Entre mi entrada y salida las puertas cerradas en un espacio sin aire. ***
Entre tú y yo nada es ahora en nombre del amor (Paraíso perdido.) *** Los gránulos de mis palabras rocié
detrás de mí para que encuentres el camino hacia mí. Y me fui, cerrado dentro de mí
... Ojalá no te pierdas .. *** Este día también se deslizó mientras el vestido
se deslizaba
por mi cuerpo: por un día
más estoy despojada de la vida ..
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Armenuhi Sisyan Armenuhi Sisyan- writer, poet, playwright from Armenia. Professor
of Armenian language at Yerevan State Medical University, author and co-author of several training manuals for students. Her works are translated into 12 languages: English, Spanish, Japanese, French, Italian, German, Chinese, Russian, Persian,
Polish, Albanian, Macedonian. Member of Writers' Union of Armenia since 2007. Board member of International Writers
Association Pjeter Bogdani in Brussels (IWA). Member of Japan Universal Poets Association, (JUNPA), Kyoto. International
Advisory member of ‘'Education, Literature'' magazine of Changhua University of Education (Taiwan). Member
of the International Movement Poetas del Mundo. Publications. Author of 9 books, last 2 were published in Kyoto (Japan): • "A Handful Of Light", Yerevan, 2006 (short
novels, poems in prose). • "Harahos" - 2007, Yerevan (short stories) • "Hey, Noah!"
2012, Yerevan (short stories) • "The Bloօmy Paths" 2013 (for teenagers) • '' Longing
For 1000 Years'' 2016 (poems) • ''Back To The Sky'', 2016, Yerevan (novel) • ‘'Duet of Fountains'',
2017, Kyoto, Japan (poems, in Japanese) • "Duet Of Drops", 2018, Kyoto, Japan (poems, in Japanese) • ‘'Escape to the Trees'' 2019 poems Her stories
and poems widely anthologized, frequently appear in top Armenian literary journals and published in different literary magazines
and anthologies abroad: ''Russki Gulliver'' (Moscow, 2016), ‘'Symbol'' (Albania, 2013, 2016), ''Shokaran'', "Azema",
''Luys'' in Persian (Tehran, 2015, 2017),"Przenikajace Sie Paralele''(‘'Anthology of Armenian Poetry'', Poland,
2016), ''Armeniens Herz Gedichte... und sonst nichts'' (Frankfurt am Main, Germany, 2016), "Bong" in Chinese(Taiwan,
2017), ‘'Diario Armenia'' (Buenos Ayres 2018), poems in Japanese in lit. magazine Ama-Hashi, (Kyoto, Japan, 2015, 2018),
‘'Azahar''(Мadrid, 2019,20200, her poem was included in the book of world contemporary poets ''Venti di Poesia''
(2015, Italy), etc. In 2019 her play ‘'The Raven Sais'' was sussesfully staged in Tbilisi (Georgia) State Armenian
Dramatic Theater after P. Adamyan and performed in different theaters in Armenia. Her translations of Anglo-American
poetry of XX century from English into Armenian were published in the "World Literature" quarterly, as well the
poems of modern Japanese and Chinese poets. Awards and Festivals. In 2012 her story ''The Handbag'' was awarded among the best stories of the year. In 2013 April her book "Hey,
Noah!" was the 2-nd among 10 bestsellers in Yerevan. In 2016 her book ''Longing For 1000 Years'' was awarded to
the Poetry Prize of 2016. In 2018 received the Poetry Prize of Writers Union of Armenia. In 2018 was awarded to
the prize of 2018 of International Writers Association ‘'Bogdani'' in Brusseles for ''High performance, quality and
humanity in literature''. In 2019 her book ‘'Back To The Sky'' was ranked among 10 bestsellers in Yerevan. In 2019 awarded to the 1-st prize in the nomination of Dramaturgy in Yerevan Book Fest 2019
Festival for the play ‘'The Raven Sais''. In 2019 the book 'Escape to the Trees'' was awarded to the annual prize
of Writers Union of Armenia 2019. In 2020 my book 'Escape to the Trees'' was awarded to the annual prize of Writers Union
of Armenia 2019. In 2020 she was awarded to the Internationl prize ‘'Naji Naaman Literary Prizes 2020''. Participant
of different international literary festivals and programs. In 2012 (July-August) she got a scholarship for spending
2 months in Vienna invited by Kulturkontakt Austria program. In 2013 she was a participant of ''Genova International
Poetry Festival'' (Italy) from Armenia. In August 2013 she was invited to Switzerland by the organization Chateau de
Lavigny. In 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016 she was participant of the International Literary Festival ''Literary Ark'' in Armenia. In 2018 was invited to Japan to the ‘'Kyoto Poetry Reading 2018'' Festival.
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Naciones Unidas de las Letras To ARMENUJE
SYSYAN Ambassadeur of Good Will
In recognition to
her human and intellectual talents and dedication to promote peace around the world according to our Fundamental principles PROMOTE, MAINTAIN AND DEFEND conditions of PEACE and universal
HARMONY through the Word turned into deeds. RESPECT
any difference of creed, race, nationality, social, cultural and political status that is in accordance with the Universal
Declaration of Human Rights. CELEBRATE cultural agreements that allow the application
of these principles.
SUPPORT cultural centers whose objectives correspond to the purposes of UNILETRAS. CULTIVATE altruistic relationships with cultural, literary and artistic entities of
the world. ACT as promoters of the application of ideas
of Peace and related projects. WORK in the development of educational projects that
lead to the training of new generations of Poets and Writers. PARTICIPATE
in national and international literary cultural events. PROPITIATE
AND FACILITATE the edition, publication and distribution of literary works that enhance the intellectual life of their authors. COLLECT, DISSEMINATE AND PRESERVE the intellectual work of the members of UNILETRAS
and of any other writer who wishes to allow it. EMPLOY all existing means of communication to publicize
the objectives, projects and achievements of UNILETRAS. WORK
out loud and do so with visible and effective representation before any cultural local, national and international body capable of responding to the Fundamental Principles of UNILETRAS Signed and issued this day Auguist 5th 2020 in Bogotá Colombia
Joseph Berolo
Araceli ALonso Teresita Valcheff
Cecilia Lamprea de Guzman Martha Sonia Herrera
President
President adjunto
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