Silk Lace and High Heel Private Collection of a Poet

Memories

Stories from my parents’ home

Pictures and souvenirs

From all over the world

Books and poems I wrote

Publications

Articles

Reviews

And so many precious words of thanks

Written to me

By so, many friends.

Poetry in Hebrew, English, Greek, Spanish, French, Arabic

Everything in bloom!

Until one day when I was told:

״Your website

Is not innovative enough

Not technological enough

Not attractive enough

It is outdated and passe

And costs a lot of money to maintain.

Today everything is clever

And digital

You need a site

Worthy of your poetry.

A modern-looking site, one with all the Innovations. ״

But I’m a nostalgic person

And romantic too

And that is where I want to stay

I am not excited at all

By innovations and

All the other Gadgets.

The day arrived

And my site’s fate was decided.

It was about to vanish

And in a moment become

invisible history.

I hurried to take a picture

Of every page on the site

I shed a tear here

And another tear there

I said goodbye with a heavy heart

Leaving my spiritual home.

״Be happy, they told me

You leave an old house

And move to a new one

You will have

An attractive website within a year

A very modern one

So smart

That you will

Fall in love with it.

My dear friends and guests

I invite everyone who loves

Nostalgia and romance

And the taste of ‘once upon a time’

To visit my website’s books on Ourboox

And if you like

I’ll be happy if you write me

A word.

Father Paul

Father Paul
We all sin,
We have all wandered off the path
And lost God, each of us at our own pace.
Look what is going on in the world everything is
Falling to pieces – Chaos

Father Paul, you are his worldly representative
You and my Rabbi
So where is he now
Now that Genesis is heading towards Armageddon
And my country is bleeding?
I still light candles every Friday evening and Pray
Tell me, Father Paul, could you spare us some God
Until we are back on our feet?

Only a woman

Suzan shows me her poetry book

Decorated with Arabic letters

She reads me a love poem and translates it,

Although, love is the only language

That does not need translation.

It is enough to look at her eyes

To hear her excited voice

To see a small movement

of her hands.

Link to article

My poems are on Israeli wine bottles in Brazil!❤️🍷📝

What an excitement!

To get one-day photos of selected Israeli wine bottles with my wine poems attached to them and they are in Brazil, the land of the Bossa Nova, the land of Antonio Carlos Jobim, Jorge Amado, and Pele.

Dear Sandra Serruya, thank you so much for translating my poems to Portuguese and choosing them to represent our beautiful country in Brazil, on hundreds of Israeli Boutique wines, that are exported by your company MADORRA .🌹

Wine and love poems always go together.

April moon

‏There is a full moon

‏A full glass of wine

‏And a foolish heart

‏Tell me a fairy tale tonight.

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A LUA DE ABRIL

Sob a lua de abril,

Nesta noite,

Com um copo cheio de vinho,

E o coração assim vagabundo,

Me conta uma estória…

Poesias de Shulamit Sapir Nevo

Tradução Hebraico-Português Sandra Serruya

Dionysus

It’s after midnight

Give me sweet, bitter, or dry

All the wine that you have

Play with me in the dark

Play with me fire

Do not worry, my head is not here

My heart is asleep

I am yours for good and for bad

Put a mask on my face

Tie my eyes

Take my hands, my lips

My night

Let’s forget the loneliness, the pain

Let’s erase the tears

from the words

And play.

DIONISIOS

Vem!

Depois da meia-noite,

Me oferece dôce, amargo ou sêco,

Todo o vinho que você tiver.

Brinca comigo no escuro,

Vamos brincar com fogo.

Fique tranquilo!

Estou desguardada.

Meu coração dorme.

Serei sua, para o bem,

E para o mal.

Poesias de Shulamit Sapir Nevo

Tradução Hebraico-Português Sandra Serruya

Each time

Each time

When he shows up

With a glass of wine in his hand

And two sleepless nights

I am again in love

He undresses

My heart

in the dark

And sweeps me away

With his full moon

Light

SEMPRE

Sempre que Ele chega,

Assim de repente,

O copo de vinho nas mãos,

Duas noites de sedução.

Apaixonada vou segredar,

Enquanto na escuridão,

Ele despe o meu coração

E me leva a ver a luz.

Poesias de Shulamit Sapir Nevo

Tradução Hebraico-Português Sandra Serruy

Dance with me

Dance

with me tonight

Like that evening

When full moon

Spread its light

Over us

And you poured me

Wine of promises

Until I saw

The stars

DANCE COMIGO

Dance comigo esta noite!

Como naquela noite

De lua cheia,

Que caiu sobre nós.

Você me serviu,

Do vinho da promessa,

Até que eu vi as estrelas.

The golden strings

I am pulling out

The golden strings

That the sun spreads

Over the Aegean sea

Before traveling

To another sea

Soon

The wine of the night

Will come to delete

Whatever sanity

We have left

Let’s pretend that

You are Poseidon

And I got lost following you

DAQUI HÁ POUCO

Coleciono as marcas douradas

Que o sol espalha sobre o Mar Vermelho,

Antes de se pôr e seguir seu caminhos para outros mares.

Daqui há pouco, chegará o vinho da noite

A embriagar o pouco da razão que me restou sã.

Vamos fazer de conta,

Que você é o meu Cavaleiro sobre o cavalo branco

E eu seguirei perdida atrás de você.