Albert Frendza - writer
Albert Frendza îşi captivează cititorii cu trei romane în care dragostea şi prietenia, intrigile diverse şi sensurile ascunse se împletesc subtil într-un fir epic ce ne poartă din trecut în viitor. Pe fundalul unei variate perspective temporale (trecutul cu urmări în prezent, prezentul văzut prin prisma viitorului, un viitor condiţionat de prezent), în prim-plan evoluează personaje bine conturate, care ţin cititorul în suspans de-a lungul întregii actiuni(RAO Books)
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joi, 19 noiembrie 2020
THE WOMEN WHO BUILT ATLANTIS
(sample chapter)
Some Thousands and Thousands of Years Ago
The procession was very sober. The silver faces of thousands of individuals joining the public meeting could hardly hide the prevalent anxiety and worry. The ritual, however, was to be treated with the traditional respect even if everything else was now different.
In the huge pyramidal hall, the throne sat in its usual place on a tall dais at the center. On that throne, the dynastic leader of the planet would meet the procession marking the defeat of the War Against God.
The light in the huge hall was still weak, but the light would increase in intensity finally becoming incandescent to herald the royal entrance of the Queen. The Queen’s presence would be heard, not seen. The royal invisibility harkened back before time itself. No RAAnian could remember a time when a queen was actually seen in flesh and blood.
The last dynasty was the longest in its history. The name of the dynasty was Atlanta. Tradition said that the face of the Queen could only be seen by the populace upon the coronation of a new dynastic royal. Only the Great Planet Council could look on the face of a queen. The power of the Council was great. The Council could change a dynasty if the incumbent queen could be proven too weak or incompetent.
Regardless of the dynastic name, the name of the RAAnian Queen was always: EA.
The Atlanta Dynasty was very special to RAA. It was the Atlanta Dynasty that had gained pride and strength for RAA. So great was RAA that it became and acted as powerful as God Himself, Creator and supporter of the unlimited Universe. This power had never been seen before. Never, in the eternal history of the Universe, had the population of a planet created by God raised itself against Him. Never, in that long history had God been compelled to fight back. Indeed, the Atlanta Dynasty was very special, and RAAnians were very proud to be led by this EA.
The light had turned to incandescence now. Low, sweet sounds descended from the angled ceiling. These were signs that the procession was about to begin. The steps of the Queen could be heard ascending the throne.
Silence ruled the planet. In cities, towns, and villages, RAAnians were all outdoors watching the memorable event on the darkened sky transformed now into a huge display screen. Though defeated, their superior technology remained intact.
The soft, warm voice of EA spoke to them:
“My dear people of RAA, my dearest sisters. I am speaking to you now in these hard moments of our existence on our beloved RAA. I have just returned, as you know, from meeting with our great Enemy, our Victor. After ten years of battle, we are defeated. We RAAnians are the only people to have challenged God. Only RAA dared to fight God for its independence. We have failed. Now we must obey His orders and His commands and His will!”
Hearing these last words of the Queen, the audience both inside and outside of the great Council Hall began to boo and shout their anger at God, the same God that the earliest RAAnians had worshipped with awe and served with joy. As their technology advanced, the RAAnians, under Atlanta rule, eventually concluded that they did not need God anymore. At first, God was an occasional inconvenience. Inconvenience turned to indifference and this indifference turned to hostility, precipitating war.
EA waited for her people to calm down. When the people settled down and the angry shouts were reduced to a low grumble, EA took up her speech again.
“We have lost. We are defeated. That is a fact. But we will always be known in the Universe as the only people able to fight and almost defeat God! We have earned, by the sacrifice of millions of our members, the respect of all creatures in the Universe. We have earned God’s respect as well! The armistice has been signed out of respect for our power. Be proud, RAAnians! Be proud of yourselves, dear sisters!”
The RAAnians arose as one from their seating spheres, hands raised to the sky. They then turned each to the other and bowed low with respect. Returning to their spheres, they placed their hands in their laps and looked up at EA of Atlanta.
“Now, “ said the Queen, “with the permission of our Great Council, I will detail the conditions of the armistice.”
At this announcement, all RAAnians froze. A chilling silence befell the planet. RAAnian leaned against RAAnian, each one shoulder to shoulder.
“I met with God on a small planet in another Solar System far from RAA. God called the planet: ‘Earth.’” EA paused and took a deep breath. Continuing she told her people. . .
“We met there on a rocky place surrounded by water. He called this place: ‘The Island.’ The atmosphere of this planet is similar to ours. This planet’s water is akin to ours. God was accompanied by seven of His Cohorts. The presence of His attendants gave us much honor. God did not feel comfortable meeting with us alone!”
At this, the RAAnians regarded the Throne with deep respect. This meeting was historic indeed. It was the first time that anybody from RAA, even a Queen, had met with God face to face. EA of Atlanta was obviously a great queen.
miercuri, 11 noiembrie 2020
vineri, 4 noiembrie 2011
Romanul 'NE.VOIE A.CUM - 3 capitole /mostra . Va doresc lectura placuta :) Albert Frendza
http://www.raobooks.com/product/nevoie-acum/
miercuri, 26 octombrie 2011
Salutari din Goteborg!!! Lectura placuta va doresc :)
Undeva, intre cele doua momente istorice: trecutul indepartat si viitorul apropiat ale civilizatiei umane, ne aflam noi acum in anul 2011 cand, instalat comod in fotoliul meu, undeva printre fiordurile din Suedia, va scriu aceste randuri.
Sunt Albert Frendza, scriitor belgian, ma bucur sa va salut si sa va propun sa intrati pentru cateva clipe in universul povestirii care urmeaza:
joi, 22 septembrie 2011
GOTEBORG / de la 1 OCT 2011
Va astept la o cafea cu mult drag acolo :)
Albert Frendza
writer
vineri, 16 septembrie 2011
joi, 26 mai 2011
' NE INTALNIM in VARF ' - povestire de Albert Frendza
Ploua marunt, total obisnuit pentru Brussels. Nici macar picaturile de ploaie, mii ca numar, nu puteau spala gandurile tinerei femei care privea in gol strada…
Era 3 dimineata - inca 5 ore pana sa se faca 8 si sa plece inspre casa. CE ZI ERA ?...ori Luni, ori Marti, una dintre ele, pentru EA nu conta, oricum noaptea respectiva era pierduta indiferent in ce zi a saptamanii se afla…
Lucra la receptie. Lucra la un boutique-hotel chic, de imagine pentru cei care-si savurau apa plata undeva pe terasa in timpul zilei, sau un pahar scump de sampanie seara tarziu pana-n miez de noapte…
Candva ii placuse intens jobul de receptie, zilele acelea trecusera de mult, isi dorea acum o viata normala, o viata pasionala, o viata traita la intensitate, se saturase sa-i priveasca pe altii si sa fie martora la fericirea sau nefericirea lor. Vroia sa fie ea in prim plan, sa fie iubita si mangaiata in fiecare noapte de acum incolo, sa fie alaturi de barbatul ei pe care nu-l vedea suficient de multe nopti pe saptamana, cum si-ar fi putut imagina o viata in care fiecare noapte sa fie daruita celui pe care-l iubea, sa-i ofere numai lui clipele ei magice din noapte, nu sa-si piarda vremea zambind profesional unor clienti de multe ori perfizi si ne-simtitori ?...
Cum ar fi fost posibila o asa viata ? Cum o fi sa stai in bratele celui pe care-l iubesti, sa stii ca nimic din ce te inconjoara rau nu te poate atinge, sa simti ca poti sa-i oferi clipe magice fara sa faci nimic altceva decat sa-i fii in preajma.
Tanara femeie ofta prelung. Pareau o utopie totala toate gandurile ei.
Era Luni noaptea, 3 ore trecute de miezul noptii. Sau era Marti ?... poate… oricum asta nu conta prea mult, tot o noapte ratata era, indiferent despre ce zi a saptamanii era vorba…
Tanara atipi… atipi cu capul pe receptie, in decorul total negru, suprapus pe un perete de culoare neagra parul ei negru ii acoprea fata in intregime, asa incat nimeni nu o observa acolo, dormind…
… cateva batai razlete o trezira din somnul greu in care cazuse cu numai cateva minute in urma… ciudat, in hotel erau doar doua camere ocupate, clientii erau toti sus, nimeni nu avea ce cauta la o asa ora din nopate… afara ploua cu galeata, tunete grele se auzau in fundal…
Se apropie contrariata de usa.
Fulgerele luminau intermitent strada uda, o silueta intunecata se sprijinea de usa, pardesiul lung al barbatului flutura in vantul puternic care lovea in rafale fatada cladirii. Parul blond i se lipise de frunte, flutura in spate oblic, ochii lui mari si negri patrundeau stralucind adanc prin vitralii, fixandu-se concentrati pe fata ei. Barbatul ud o fascina.
EA ii deschise usa, fara sa tina cont de prudenta pe care ar fi impus-o o asa situatie. Barbatul intra brusc in hol, stinse dintr-o miscare lumina aprinsa de femeie si apucand-o strans de mijloc, o saruta apasat pe gura, inecandu-i strigatul de surpriza… Tanara vru sa se apere insa renunta imediat : mirosul lui cunoscut ii patrunse in corp prin toti porii, buzele lui mari ii presau limba intr-un fel in care numai el stia sa o faca… bratele lui ii presau sanii intr-un mod in care nici un alt barbat din viata ei nu il cunostea… era EL, iubitul ei, barbatul alaturi de care si-ar fi dorit sa-si petreaca fiecare noapte, indiferent de anotimp… indiferent de loc… indiferent de secol… indiferent de univers… indiferent si atat…
Tandru, barbatul o trase inspre canapeaua din lounge, tragand perdelele dupa ei…
… Intinsa pe spate, dezbracata complet, EA ii simtea saruturile fierinti rotindu-se accelerat in jurul buricului incins… limba lui coborand discret in jos, atingandu-i delicat muntele lui Venus excitat, facandu-l sa zvacneasca treptat… ca apoi, de nicaieri, un tremur covarsitor sa ii cuprinda tot corpul, senzatia amplificata cum ca limba iubitului ei s-a clonat instantaneu trasformanduse in mii de limbi fierbinti care-i sarutau fiecare centimetru de carne fierbinte a corpului… simtea cum corpul intai i se contracta si apoi cum incepe sa creasca navalnic in sus, catre tavan, tragandu-l si pe EL cu mare forta ...
- Ne-ntalnim in varf, ii striga puternic barbatul… Te astept acolo, sa termini ce am urcat amandoi impreuna !!! Ne-ntalnim in varf, iubito !!!...
… si au terminat amandoi impreuna acolo, in varf… intens, naucitor!!... halucinant...
… cu capul pe receptie, acoperit de parul ei negru matasos, femeia respira ritmic, adormita adanc, complet epuizata… EL o privi zambind, o mangaie duios pe cap, o saruta usor pe buzele somnoroase, apoi isi infasura esarfa lunga in jurul gatului si facandu-si curaj, iesi afara in bataia violenta a vantului dezlantuit, maturat oblic de ploaie …
Femeia ramase nemiscata, adancita profund in somnul dulce de dimineta.
- Asta e ce numesc eu o noapte minunata, murmura ea imperceptibil… alaturi de iubitul meu...
HAPPY END :)