When the eyes meet…

Look, right now, at this moment

In the harbor of love

Face to face with me

Eye to eye

In the ocean of my eyes

In the angle of the eyes

Looking at the future

In that little boat

In the arms of the waves

In the height of the sail

Looking for happiness

See how it composes

The joyful rhythm of love,

The song of the King of Love,

Oh my dream hero!

Let me declare to you

You are the first accent of my heart

With you I understood

The feeling of being loved

That love exists.

But I never knew

The thousand games of fate.

When I suddenly saw you

When those magical feelings

Wrapped my heart

Like a little bird

I would fly away from there…

I would drown in your gaze,

I would sleep late in the evenings,

I would count stars one by one

In the moonlight in the sky

I would find a double star

I would name us

Look, it would be you

Me next to you.

It would land on my face, hey

A constant pleasant smile

Yeah… It would get stuck

Stamped on a document

Like an official seal.

Now I look at you

In your eyes full of love

We stand face to face

From a memory book

The embroidery of patterns

It is solved like a puzzle

This moment is lived one by one

A life that has not been lived.

Elmaya Jabbarova was born in Azerbaijan. She is a poet, writer, and translator. Her poems from 2019 to date were published in the regional and foreign newspapers, magazines, books, websites, and anthologies. She has been awarded many certificates, diplomas, and medals. She is the department manager of Hekari newspaper of Azerbaijan. She is an honorary member of the Writers of Kazakhstan and the Kyrgyzstan World Association of People’s Creators, Honorary member of the International Academy of Literature, Art, Culture and Social Sciences of Uzbekistan. She is an Academic Appointed Coordinator by the Secretary General of Azerbaijan, Argentina. She is presented in the book Famous Personalities MultiArt – 5, Argentina. She was a member World Poetic Fraternity. She was awarded the title of Global Poet of 2023; 2024. She was awarded the title of World Poet Laureate from Azerbaijan as one of 55 poets selected by Pentasi B Friendship Poetry for 2025.

Time

thoughts were silenced

misfortune befell the leaves

autumn crept up 

The desert

The grass smells of sweaty paints mixed with wolfish yawns and dirty fur

I kiss the grass of your leafy hands and try to warm them with my tired hands

But you fade like a candle of sunlight on the eve of the polar night

Your body is so beautiful, so white, but I can’t take it with me: corpses are capable of decomposing

Your thoughts are empty, like a desert —

Let’s go tomorrow at sunrise and take a last breath of preoccupation air

Love

Mother sews a dress for her daughter 

Mother sews a vagina for her daughter 

<Mother wants grandchildren> 

Mother sews a vagina for her daughter for a soldier 

Mother’s husband died long ago 

Daughter still feels like a child 

Because being a child means being a slave to parental love 

And vagina tries to talk at night 

And the nuclear rain outside the window never ends

The bell

bears sprats viennese carpet turkish ball brazilian borscht ukrainian carnival white bears sharks telephone injections or (open) calls all kinds of cola sugar and blood memory and mint and first and foremost want to die and never never twice and thrice never see newer ti see to know or to hear the killer(s) number(s) 89 back bladder balls beaten chops kidneys of the punishment shorty shortly shitty cell molecules of corpses separated like lovers no one loves and no one knows locusts begin to emerge from the sleeve god’s torn robe еven flowers can’t drink blood water cotton and candy cotton cocon candy sandy mold of memory has grown on my moss covered back (grass or glass) i still can’t speak or remain silent but my screams and these people are pulling my soul out of my carry belly oh oh how painful it is it was it will then they hammer my soul back in like a nail with a hammer and despair

The peeling putty

The peeling putty of human life

The snake sheds the skin of the past and falls asleep

Snake catchers go hunting and kill icy time

The pendulum of the bell tower of the nursing home is covered with gray snow

Cut off the cute

Cut off the cute eyes of a handsome boy

Trample the dew from the glass with your bare feet

Break the grass and crush the helpless ant

(I look down and feel small)

The sky painted with the infinitive of murder floats overhead

The sky floats away overhead

The ground disappears from under your feet and

And the sand of time dissolves in the bowl of memories

Birth

Death

Design

Signature

Time doesn’t exist

Only sand exists

The amount of pain cannot be counted

The number of aircraft carriers cannot be counted

Pain doesn’t exist

Paint doesn’t exist

There is only death

Silence

Scream

Fuck me endlessly and cum inside so that a new atomic bomb is born in my body

You’ll never fuck me

Everything around has long been dead and buried

Blue pоem

The sky is the color of angel blood

•••

Dot drops swell to the size of thinking

°°°

The capillaries of autumn spring burst with a cemetery

|||

The blue shadows of the dead during sleep will be picked up by crows

^^^

The blue shadows of the dead during sleep will be thrown down from the heights by crow

~~~

Down there the river dries up with frozen faces of screams

\\\

The rain is still stone and milky cast iron

×××

God’s assistant presses the wrong buttons again

∆∆∆

Uninterrupted ending

“Historical Memory is the Foundation of the Future”

​In our country, May 9th – Memory and Honor Day – is widely celebrated as a nationwide holiday. This date is one of the sacred traditions inherited from our ancestors and passed down from generation to generation over the years. In our independent Uzbekistan, this holiday continues to be celebrated with special respect and attention.

​As our First President Islam Karimov emphasized: “There is no future without historical memory. A nation that forgets its past has no future.” Indeed, every person must never forget their past.

​According to a parable, a man’s father was a simple farmer. He worked tirelessly day and night with honest labor to educate his children and settle them in their own homes. When his time came, the man passed away. His children buried him and returned home. After that, the division of the inheritance began: one took the field lands, another took the saved money and gold items, and another took the house.

​Then, one of the sons said: “I want my father’s boots that he wore while working in the field.” He took only that pair of boots and hung them at the entrance gate of his house. Everyone who entered or left would touch these boots with their head.

​One day, someone asked him: “Why have you hung these boots here?” He replied: “So that I never forget who I am, my identity, and where I came from.”

​In conclusion, a person should never forget their past, their ancestors, and their hard work. Memory is a sacred concept that serves to help a person understand their true identity. Valuing the heritage left by our ancestors and remembering them is the duty of each of us. As our honorable leader Sh. Mirziyoyev emphasized: “We must never forget the horrors of war and must appreciate the value of peace.”

Dongba culture is listed in the World Memory Heritage by UNESCO.UNESCO

The core inheritors of this civilization are called the wise men of Dongba.

This precious ancient civilization is very mysterious. For thousands of years, it has been following the principle of passing on men but not women.They can only be passed on to their sons in the Dongba family.

I am a Han, not a Naxi. But my appearance made the wise men of Dongba break the ancestral system of inheritance for thousands of years and made me the only female inheritor. 

Over the past few years, I have been doing my best to help the inheritance and dissemination of this culture.

I founded a public welfare Dongba Cultural Academy in a thousand-year-old temple.

The pictures from the time that I have been with the wise men of Dongba in the past few years.

EVA Petropoulou Lianou 

International Ambassador for 

LAN xin 

Sianmei Academy 

Recognised by Unesco 

Michael Goniotakis 

Official media partner 

LAN xin 

Sianmei Academy Recognised by Unesco

Wings of Dreams

You are the eternal light

of the night…

where you imprison the magic

of your dance…

That vibrates in your body

and in your destiny.

Where you carry the mysticism

on your bare feet…

The flowers and the silence

embrace you with the

sowing…

So that the flame of your love, which crosses

your world

to transmute it

into millions of stars

where you can illuminate

the entire UNIVERSE, may never be extinguished!

CYRIL ETCHEV, pseudonym of Elvira Cirila Etcheveste, was born in the city of Gualeguaychú, Entre Ríos. She studied at School No. 4, Gervasio Méndez, and became a teacher at ENOVA. She taught in Islas del Ibicuy, Entre Ríos, and in Buenos Aires: Necochea, Quequén, and Mar del Plata. She is a Professor of Language and Communication Sciences, with a degree in Language and Literature. She specializes in Reading, Writing, and Education, and has completed national and international postgraduate studies. She is an independent researcher of the works of Cortázar, Borges, and Chekhov. She is an International Ambassador of the Word (Quero, Toledo, Spain) and a World Ambassador of Culture (Tarija, Bolivia). She is a Distinguished and Illustrious Citizen in cities in Argentina and Bolivia. She has directed plays for children and young people, as well as adult storytelling performances. Founder of Literature Clubs: Little Prince, The Blue Heron, and The Bicycle.

Published books: She Tells, The Book That Speaks, and Amara, the Eyes of Time. Essay and profile magazine: The Blue Heron. Attends Writers’ Meetings and National and International Book Fairs. Has given lectures on Latin American authors in theater, art, and literature. Edited the book: The House on San Juan Street and Other Stories. De Los Cuatro Vientos Publishing House. San Telmo, Buenos Aires. Tucumán Park Editions: The Women of the Earth. She pro bono promotes Latin American stories among children, young people, and adults in cultural centers, libraries, and institutes. She collaborates on anthologies with the group: Together for Letters: THE IMMORTALS on the Web, in ArtePoética, the cultural magazine THOTEM, and in Weaving International Brotherhood: with essays and short stories. Dr. Mirta Ramírez, Chaco, Argentina. Translated into thirteen languages. She is invited to read, present, teach classes, and give lectures to all countries via streaming networks: YouTube and Facebook. She also appears simultaneously on radio and YouTube. She has been an active writer at Mercosur Congresses since 2020. President: Professor Zulma Nicolini, Gualeguaychú, Entre Ríos. In Mar del Plata, she belongs to the Ibero-American Society of Poets, Writers, and Artists (SIPEA). From Mexico, she represents the International Book Confederation. Presidents: César Salvatierra and Alan Morales from Peru. Coordinated by Cultural Ambassador Julio Gorenaud for the world.

She receives distinctions as a writer and cultural promoter from the Organization for the Defense of Peace and Art AWARD THE BEST World Federation of Women Grand Masters. Presidents: Elena Paniagua and Nora Miranda at the Palace of the Buenos Aires City Legislature. The International Mendoza Condor Award/Presidents: Guillermo Salinas and Adela Cornejo. She receives the Silver Seagull Award/The Knight Errant/Dr. Princess Alexandra of Easter Island. Dr. J. Manuel Equihua Estrella International Literature Prize from the International Cultural Collective, Universal Poetic Utopia USA Branch, and the International Program of Virtual Tributes to Living Artists. Selected among the 100 writers of Ibero-America and the Caribbean by EDITORIAL HISPANA USA, Atlanta, Georgia, 2020.

She has numerous publications in anthologies from Argentina to the world. MSADEI Diplomas of Honor. J. PAYRÓ, Dr. Jorge Citrángolo Casal. Mercedes, Buenos Aires, Argentina. Sworn in as a writer at the “Monument to the poet Alfonsina Storni” in Mar del Plata, Buenos Aires, by Dr. Jorge Citrángolo Casal. She is a member of the National Society of Writers (SADE) and the Gualeguaychú branch in Entre Ríos, Argentina. She donates books of her authorship to the Domingo F. Sarmiento Library in Gualeguaychú, Entre Ríos, the National Library, the Library of Congress, and the Library of the Legislature of the Autonomous City of Buenos Aires, as well as to schools and museums she visits. In 2025, she published Romance de la Sirena, followed by the publication of BORGES, nació con el Tango (Borges, Born with Tango).

You Remember Me Whole

There is someone

who remembers me

before I learned

how carefully people introduce

themselves.

She remembers

the child who laughed

with missing buttons

and untidy dreams,

who believed every road

ended where happiness lived.

She remembers

the years I would rather fold

away –

when silence became

my safest language

and I mistook endurance

for strength.

It is a strange gift

to be known

by someone

who had watched you become

more than one person.

She does not ask

which version is real.

She gathers them all –

the hopeful one,

the frightened one,

the one who almost gave up,

the one still learning

that healing is not the same

as forgetting.

Some friendships

are not measured

by how often we speak.

They are measured

by the quiet certainty

that somewhere in the world,

there is a person

who can pronounce your name

the way your life remembers it.

And perhaps,

that is what it means

to belong to another soul.

Beside Me

When fear emptied the room,

you stayed.

Not with speeches

or promises

that tomorrow would be kinder.

You pulled a chair closer,

let silence breathe between us,

and waited

until I was ready

to speak.

The kettle whistled.

You poured tea into the chipped blue mug

I always reached for

without thinking.

Outside,

the afternoon carried on

with its ordinary business –

children chasing a ball,

a woman calling someone home,

a motorcycle disappearing at the end of the street.

Nothing remarkable happened.

Yet something shifted.

The air no longer felt

too heavy to lift.

I began to notice

small things again –

the window left open,

rain gathering

on the hibiscus leaves,

the stubborn sparrow

returning to the same branch.

Years from now,

people may speak

of resilience

as though it appeared

all at once.

They will not know

it first arrived

carrying your patience,

sitting across from me,

asking for nothing

except another cup of tea.

The poems explore friendships that hold people together when words are not enough.

Chidimma Ewelukwa is a Nigerian writer whose work explores memory, belonging, identity, and the quiet tensions of everyday life. She has been published in Writer Monk Literary Magazine and Polis magazine in Greece.

Is the book useless?

Books have always been considered a source of knowledge. While many people think that reading books is just a waste of time, there are also those for whom books have become an essential part of life. In fact, how useful is reading books, especially in today’s age of technology?

I would not be mistaken if I said that, day by day, not only the number of books but also the number of readers is increasing significantly. As you may have seen on social media, reading is also being widely promoted. Various “new” books are contributing to the growth of many “modern” readers’ personal libraries. There are also opinions that some of the books receiving widespread attention are useless and are not even worth the time spent reading them. There is only one answer to this: “You have simply chosen the wrong book!”

Along with those who enjoy reading scientific and fantasy genres, there are also many readers who are interested in moral and ethical books. It is quite natural that those trending books may not appeal to everyone equally. Besides books that are somewhat “heavy” in content, the “lighter” ones are actually the right choice for beginner readers.

«”If we improve by one percent every day, by the end of the journey we will be thirty-seven times better,” says one of the leading experts, James Clear, in his book Atomic Habits. Daily reading encourages us to be disciplined and also helps us gradually get rid of bad habits, becoming one of the small steps that lead to great results.»

In conclusion, rather than spending time aimlessly on the internet, spending that “wasted” time on reading books opens the way for us to develop good habits. At the same time, a well-chosen book can help us look at life from a broader perspective.

I was born in Khiva district, Khorezm region, Republic of Uzbekistan. Currently, I am a first-year student at Urgench State University named after Abu Raykhan Beruniy.