In this newsletter BILINGUAL POEM FOR PEACE and more...
jANUARY 27th

Holocaust (Bilingual)
by Maria Cristina Azcona

Peace Ambassador in the framework of the Universal peace Ambassador Circle (Geneve Capital Mondiale de la Paix)
Director ARGENTINA IFLAC
Director BILINGUAL MCA

Thursday, May 05, 2005






I want that my word be wind


where crying dead persons for millions


Always will live in wings of songs.


Although on time to time some bloody one


try to diffuse a thought


(that more than thoughts are violations



to the rights of one or of millions,



right to live the life without a lament)



that has left in the history, human inheritance



of swastikas and of desolations



that is indignant to whom professes decency




Gas that wounds our hearts




will not be able to make it asleep our conscience


but will be peace in our songs


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Día del Holocausto
Por María Cristina Azcona











Quiero que mi palabra sea viento



donde llantos de muertos por millones



siempre vivan en alas de canciones.



Aunque de tanto en tanto algún cruento







intente difundir un pensamiento



(que más que pensamientos violaciones



son al derecho de uno o de millones



a vivir la vida sin un lamento)







que ha dejado en la historia, humana herencia



de esvásticas y de desolaciones



que indignan al que profesa decencia







Gas que hiere a nuestros corazones



no podrá adormecer nuestra conciencia



sino ser la paz en nuestras canciones


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INDEX
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I ENGLISH:


A.-BILINGUAL MCA January Contest winners
submit your poem for the next Contest
mailto:bilingualmca@hotmail.com


1.-Taj Mahal by George B Patterson II
2.-Change of Heart by Bob Schweitzer
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B-ANGEL´S SONG BY KADER ABDESSLAM a poem dedicated to Maria Cristina Azcona

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C.-A WAVE bilingual poem by Jorge Orozco (Argentina)



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II ESPAÑOL: POEMAS IFLAC ESP


A.-PÁJARO AZUL POR MIRTA SOLAN
B.-VASCO ARGENTINO POR MARIA CRISTINA AZCONA



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I ENGLISH

A.-BILINGUAL MCA January Contest winners
http://www.bilingualmca.bravehost.com/

January 2006

1.- First prize in Prose

TAJ MAHAL by George Bradford Patterson

(To Bibhuti Yadav, Professor and Mrs. Tran Van Dinh, and Faridah Manaf)

The sun blazes over me and the golden rays diffuse into a panoply of streams suffusing rows of hedges - neatly trimmed and smiling at me - glittering, glittering, glittering flashes of emeralds.
Mango and papaya trees loom on both sides as the softness of the grass offsets the glaring sunlight and heat.
I stand for one moment amid the saturation of light and amble like an indigo angel to this monument of love.
I walk through the entrance and feel its stillness, so sublime. There is a serenity, an immense silence resonating from the white marble walls; and these walls vibrate with love pervading the entire chamber and imbuing me with their whiteness - an eternity of incandescence, flashes of little white candle lights , infusing me with quietude.
The angels of peace and love hover me , flying back and forth around me like white doves in infinite concentric circles of hues of auras, so dazzling. They whisper into my ears weeping purple melodies of love, and they caress me with their snow white wings. They shine at me with an infinity of whiteness as their rhythms - White Jasmines! White Jasmines! White Jasmines! - spiral around me into infinity.
Thick lights ripple through the room and beat upon me pillars of wisdom; and the winds sweep by me, blowing like a Himalayan breeze, dancing back and forth and around me like white ballerinas.


2.-First prize in Poetry
CHANGE OF HEART by Bob Schweitzer
CEAP, CSW, CADC III
Milwaukee, Wisconsin

Where does the blood go of those who die in vain?

Where does the blood go of warriors gone insane?

When will we learn that war is not the answer?

When will we learn to love one another?



Where does the love go when hate rages inside?

Where does the blood go when all the tears been cried?

When will we learn that anger's not the answer?

When will we learn to love one another?


And don't you think it's time to try to do it differently?

Don't you think it's time we do it peacefully?


Lo a new day's coming, I hope its coming fast.

I just don't know how long this crazy world can last.

Open up your hearts now as each new day begins.

Love one another and let the light shine in.


And don't you think it's time we try to do it differently?

Don't you think it's time we do it peacefully?

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B.- ANGEL’S SONG

By KADER Abdesslam
www.bilingualmca.bravehost.com/abdelkader.html
abdelkader abdesslam abdesslam_abdelkader@yahoo.fr



Abdelkader Abdesslam: Born in HASSI BAH BAH; International poet awarded 5 times in Washington by ISP; published writer www.1stbooks.com; teacher and responsible of the intensive foreign languages center at University of DJELFA ALGERIA.



a poem dedicated to Maria Cristina Azcona for her designation as Peace Ambassador in Universal Ambassador Peace Circle


ANGEL´S SONG

Very proud of all that you have done.
Great honor !

Friend Maria’s nomination is done

All bilingual society, of you, are proud

Our friend’s name to history is bound.



You are the Asian white crane

Which Sadako Sasaki has seen

As a symbol of peace in human brain.

And a hate our dove Maria to clean.



From a long time

The World dreamt of Picasso’s dove

Now you gave her soul to move

And flies over every roof

Singing the eternal songs of peace and love.



We are honored!

We appreciate our Maria angel of peace

Your words are so warm as a love kiss

Your are a pearl never to miss.



Two thousand and Five a year

Of new angel to be seen alive.

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C.-A WAVE… bilingual poem
by JORGE OROZCO (ARGENTINA)
member of IFLAC
http://www.iflacenarg.bravehost.com
http://www.iflac.com
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/IFLAC_ESP/



A wave brought a message of angels,
drifting gently from white space between two written lines,
pure and perfect
as empty gothic buildings.
Silent buildings.
And if it’s so,
why is there such a number of shadows,
suffering shadows,
in search of colors, sounds and meanings...



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II POEMAS EN ESPAÑOL
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/IFLAC_ESP/message/571


A.-El pájaro azul
Por MIRTA SOLAN
ISRAEL

El pájaro azul desplegó sus transparentes alas
justo frente al postigo de mi ventana.
Aleteó brevemente en un fugaz y efímero
parpadeo
como la frágil alga que se adhirió a la caracola blanca,
meneó su delicado cuello dejando entrever
la fina piel
cubierta por el aterciopelado manto de sus plumas.
Unas pocas gotas de agua clara cubrían su tembloroso torso,
tiritando de frío me reveló secretos de otros mares,
cuando partió en vuelo,
dejó tras de sí un diáfano hilo de luz, casi invisible,
que hasta el día de hoy
bordea el postigo de mi ventana


Mirta Solan

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"VASCO ARGENTINO"



por María Cristina Azcona




El agro se esfera, esmeralda del agro...
en los ojos preclaros del abuelo vasco.

La boina está al sesgo, las cejas son pueblo,
las ideas son rectas planeando milagros.

Severa figura de porte fornido,
las manos de acero, el corazón de estío.

Temperamento de estirpe tribal.
Guerrero en la vida, referente en el hogar.

Un día, blandiendo designios
partió aquella nave.

Estrella nativa colmó sus anhelos
con brillos tan suaves.

Hoy crece aquí, valiente y sincera
la flor de raíces criolla y euskera.

Familia y trabajo es el norte.
Es férreo su temple y aquel mismo porte.

Pasado, presente y futuro destino.
Abuelo que alienta en la sangre del

vasco argentino.



por María Cristina Azcona
















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III M C A News

A.-Maria Cristina Azcona
Ambassador of Peace
in the framework of the Universal Ambassador Peace Circle.


B.-New: My first book of poems will be published soon through Cyberwit, India

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email
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azconacristina@hotmail.com

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All this work is only sustained in your generosity.
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excerpt:

A Shady City
by Maria Cristina Azcona
Tuesday, May 13, 2003


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Relentlessly… acid rain….





is falling continuously…





(It had been rain some day).





Street….Never lonely, shadows and shows,





So, so…shady shows, shadowy streets.





Muddy human souls, cruel crowds, empty bowls, hands, Smoke and fuel that provoke wars.





Smokes of glory, empty of principles.





A hollow, a show, a shadow and a bare plate.





Empty of glory, fin secular hands.





Drugs and scare, violet violence





On violet dreams.





Abrupt, interrupt, disrupt, sudden, rushed,





a hundred feet insect falls under a car….





Tongue on Tango. Argot of the dirty city,





The city of the dirty money. A dirty angel…





There’s a muddy injure in his small hand.





Scuff, ouch, it hurts, a pain restrains me.





Why me? No bread, no brotherhood, no breath…





In the middle of the muddy rubbish,

Only dreams of glory.





In the muddy city in an empty world,





I am the child, the baby,





A rabbit,





A bit.

Maria Cristina Azcona


GOLDEN LOVE by Maria Cristina Azcona


Love is sometimes made of pure gold



while flowers bend their heads



to the sun.





Sweet of you, moonlight in silvered



gown.Sweet of you while your lips kiss



mine.







Blushed is my heart and silvered my



face while my eyes



discover your golden, rounded face.







King of the sky, owner of my soul,



My destiny is yours, I am your eternal



slave.



Lady of my fire,I adore your kindness



your mistery and your



enchanting light.







Let me try to find you



among the clouds of your absence.



Let me desire your melancholy



while my energy



finds



fire and gold



on your



moonlike lake.