Monthly Archives: noiembrie 2013

If you knew – Se voi conoscessi – Dacă ați ști

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Trilingual text

that beyond the smile, even sincere,
are humble all nerves of the facts and infatuations, and all that
it would seem for you my happiness…
that beyond of frown by forehead dies
all pulses of war
that beyond of my arms emerge thousands of other arms ready
to embrace you
so I wonder
What remains here of the poor myself?
if you knew, how much I love ye
would you attempt to humiliate me more as before?
through irony behind the scenes, jokes, full of kindness…
therefore, I chose to take this hump – do not laugh, it is
your need for love

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photo by oleksandr shestakovych

che oltre il sorriso, anche sincero,
stanno umili tutti gli nervi dei fatti e le infatuazioni, e tutto quello che
sembrerebbe per voi la mia felicità…
che oltre il cipiglio della fronte muoiono
gli impulsi bellici
che oltre le mie braccia insorgono…

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my escape – il mio rifugio – scăparea mea

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Trilingual text, English version by Mihaela Jahn

The moment passes like a whore
From one dial onto another, smiling a dry and inviting smile
Proud, her nose up in the air, as if the wind were hers
My stupidity grows like a snake fed on goats
And a thousand words come, barge in, demanding their right
To be written, their graphite share, thinning my bones
A neuron is chasing a she neuron, if only he knew that she was barren…
Dreams spread embers and second hand meteoric hopes
My escape, the wine, the thin sliver of reality comes in with the cold, through the cracked window
My escape, the bathtub, in which I move with all my books
I am scrubbing helplessness and futile meanings off of them, the shine of vain
And I am waiting to grow scales and a tail – If mermaids exist, mermen can too…
Disgust…

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butterflies ghosts – farfalle fantasmi – fluturi fantome

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trilingual text

her cat, of my neighbor, comes every day in my garden
digging under the window, I call to me, she pretends that
is chasing imaginary butterflies
the conflict with my neighbor is older,
I chose poppies and I put them in the door her a cup of yogurt
she smiles at another neighbor
especially has something against my dog, Fin,
He is stealing the newspaper, she yells: go away bitch… and then raises
the music to the fullest, always the same song
the dog and the cat romp together in the garden, I read free the newspaper, the butterflies
between the dirty windows
I never had the courage to woo her directly,
I bought the CD with his favorite song
I raised the volume to maximum, but with four seconds behind her –
someone rings the doorbell, go to open, you wait here,
it may be the cat…

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winters parallel – inverni paralleli – ierni paralele

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trilingual text

fields of mind are empty –
storehouses of paper… stuffed
.
a paste copper anoint driveway and sky
ooze, threatening the gray of ooze waving clothes
or at least pockets
I go to meet with snow and
I have specific stage fright by teen
when she was waiting for me out of school and I took care
for not seem that I watch other girls

the shoes reproaches me that I walking too fast
white leaf falls in my eyes; I passed in front of the high school
round the corner already snowed
hungry nostrils it dilate air penetrates basalt cubic
she it is still in the same location
believes in the horoscopes – I’ve converted my years in the paper
through the drifts and already annoyed that did not touch me any snowflake…
.
smoldering storehouses, Winter, I look only to you
Welcome

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i campi della mente…

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plastic

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trilingual text

a plastic capsule antiseptic
two fingers thick
and a vacuum machine for dreams
surgical gloves and goggles
should be all you need to keep your calm
in this world… switched on –
the thin cheek of the Earth
spends continuously saps and vapors
to hide better the switch locked at the ON –
His patience does not inspire anybody, even the faithful
murmured their prayers, fast, fast forward
and want to break the membrane of the sky with so little –
Immortality not is in afterlife, all happens here
at sight
and perhaps not the calm must be kept
but, pulled yarn and woven into new facts that the world has
so imperiously need

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una capsula di plastica antisettica
spessa due dita
e una macchina sottovuoto per i sogni
i guanti chirurgici e occhiali di protezione
dovrebbe essere tutto il necessario per mantenere la calma
in questo mondo…

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lead – piombo – plumb

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trilingual text

a new fear creeps as thin as a cold
then besieging the slice of heaven that
you with the claimed with the both nostrils
the incomprehensible does not bite, always overshadows most of the light
you can rub, blow in the hands, it is also possible to take the gloves, but
somewhere above it is getting colder and you not have a sort of umbrella
like for the heat waves or the rain…
perceptions are not tied to a muscle, could be became all learned from the sport
maybe it’s not fear, only curiosity
perhaps the salt block is not so great as to demolish
the factory of hopes
the steps slow down, cold slow descends, the fear is, yes, is she…
for that day without tomorrow without yesterday perhaps it is this …and
there are so many things left hanging… and wich
you alone
alone by you……

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the stranger – lo straniero – străinul

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everything is going in front of me
orchestras and yards are waiting for me, liveliness is intact
back someone erasing the chalkboard with sponge of my shadow
all the memories belong to a foreigner
Earth, in every rotation, is rising
.
Now, here, there is only the intention, the step imminent
in drunkenness of wind, dust covers any alleged accomplishments
me consume expectations and asymmetries, giving me the illusion of the facts
all are in front of me almost perfect
the space is attenuate, is widespread, and no matter how fast I would run
.
I will not be there in the jumps, without suffering all births
and the pain of childbirth, the cries deaf …the impeccable expectations…
the stranger approaching will not dare to exceed me, he knows
in the front line of the war of wasted I’m only able to fight and
who will be able…

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the point of not-view / il punto di non vista / punctul de nevedere

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the time lies at the intersection of hands of clocks
at the point
.
along of hand clock is enumerating by the sins
carries them… repeating them perfectly –
who can get out of from the rigors and dials?
to live in the world without himself?
.
You can watch the movie of your life without reproach?
can take you to another beginning, without the same mistakes?
you believe that love is learned through exercises such as gymnastics of the heart?
or that in a sign of question can find the answer?
.
If you were the hand clock, secondary, who’s the dial that you will wipe away the tears and smile?
and how many times you repeat the role before going on stage
eloquently reciting the prayer in which you do not believe?
the hands clocks produce a variety of deaf applause, but not for you …oh!…

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the creation of the world – talks fast forward / la creazione del mondo – dialoghi avanti veloce / Facerea lumii – dialoguri pe derulare înainte

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trilingual text

give me a sound
to clothe these bones vitreous
our meat by waters is shrinking without music
every sunshine, every blade of rain is a note on the stave
never randomly
I hid in the corners hostile
believing that asceticism, the silence, somehow me save –
so, I found only the multitude of egos scattered chaotic…
this thirst for music that recompose me and I have still need
just of a particular sound to fulfill the prayer
and just God has the time to wait, I have not never
.
do not rush to fill the clay pot – said a new myself – listen:
in the each ocean missing a drop, in each world is a man of less
perfection, this means that the circle is always almost circle
the symmetries crumble the space, is always need something, something else
now, you know the secret on the…

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sharpener for migraine – temperamatite per l’emicrania – ascuțitoarea de migrene

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they roll the barrels in the sky, thunder surround
the piano stretches his tail too, out of the salon,
I am looking for an old stray bottle; I want to drink a shot of whiskey,
such a desire is back in ten in ten years –
no one in this house
cannot sing and then, none of these, I hid the map of the pantry
I go out in the rain, in the raincoat pulled directly on the nude, in slippers and
the club has slipped three blocks away, I come back, today I am not audacious
I reheating the caramel tea, I milking the lamp a direct beam on the sheet and I am shut up
I am shut up from the pencil, as well as the piano is silent – it seems to me that every desire is forbidden
a barrel hit the corner of…

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Earth – just a intermediate stage /Terra – solatanto una tappa intermedia/Terra – doar o etapă intermediară

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people astray in the characters, ranging satanic
towards an intangible paradise
– the plants are transformed into mammals, mammals in the gods
there is still way up to man
How many can fit on a tear, this poor planet…
.
the rain opens an umbrella anti-people
threads of water are filaments of safe, the currents discharges from the bottom up

– the characters it changed in the presence of the sky
and by intents, energy ostensibly static, accumulate over limit –
rheumatic continents of slag, the genesis has been done elsewhere, not here
.
the scenery seem flawless, but the director wants more
not characters humble to worship him
up there is inflation of gods, he want people and from where?…
in this world of the world, of the names and roles, intrigue and the hunger for applause –
the paradise will always be empty, vacuum and vanity…

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apparent state of order – apparente stato d’ordine – starea aparentă de ordine

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under the masks were initially the people
now, in the people are hiding deep the masks
.
the state of Venice is everywhere
we reach between us in the poor gondolas electromagnetic
the waters divide us… instead of unite
one salvation has sent Leonardo Da Vinci, although
he has not able to save himself with just a flower cut from the heart
.
the frames circumscribe chaotic, the landmark, love,
is only simulated, the masks never it fight each other

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(painting by Leonardo Da Vinci)

sotto le maschere erano inizialmente persone
ora, nelle persone si nascondono nel profondo le maschere
.
lo stato di Venezia è ovunque
tra noi ci raggiungiamo con delle povere gondole elettromagnetiche
le acque ci dividono invece di unirci
unica salvezza ci ha inviato Leonardo Da Vinci, anche se
lui non è riuscito a salvarsi solo con un fiore reciso dal cuore
.
le cornici…

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Dawn has always been here – l’alba è sempre stata qui – zorii sunt dintotdeauna aici

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Trilingual text

do you think that is stretch of the telescopes
and raises a tattered curtain and anointed –
look, the stars are just holes through which pierces the sun …
in one day I will get up there to sew it…
Dawn has always been here, if you close your eyes does not mean twilight
the night you think that comes as a booth in the day, a sort of dark room
where you can hide for dreaming, and dreaming of fresh lengthening your bones
the night is only a return on the day itself
day he looked twisting the eye into inside
what thou you cannot, O!… if you could! …no answer will not ever expect
a questions

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ti sembra che si estendono dei telescopi
e solleva una tenda sbrindellata e unta –
guardi, le stelle sono solo i fori attraverso dove trafigge il sole …
in un…

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It was the exact time – Era l’ora esatta – A fost ora exactă

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Trilingual text

it bite the air, it breathing the water
shore of us seems… almost
.
smoke by me the expectations a pack at day,
the searches,
the discoveries is delayed in smoke
week has increasingly fewer days
increasingly more nights
the seasons pass from morning till night
the future comes back to flawless polishing… vices and virtues
.
the place widens because they I tend to do consumer economy
for every millimeter of clay
My persistence whet me to always pass thresholds, nicknamed gorgeous horizons
and how, if I’m still here? Or there around …all the same
Gillette ax, the luxurious cream, get up my hair at unique true ascension
the victories it count them on the fingers, under fingernails
with which I clung to life as of a shore …It was the exact time. It will be the exact time? No. Always has …been.
.
it bite the…

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Presumption of novelette – Presunzione di canzone d’amore – Prezumție de romanță

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Trilingual text

You’re flying, not the time
loves only once, falling in love in the thousands of hypostasis
the same person filtered into other
.
The eyes of the houses run mad …a presumptive longing, you sleep,
the dream dreams you… dreaming
filter becomes clogged with soot quiet
.
a rusty mascara of the park melts on your hand
the trace of the steps is a map already written, the time was here first
you try to fly above; you will not find love, unique, just among the alleys…

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Tu stai volando, non il tempo
Si ama una volta sola, innamorandoti nelle migliaia d’ipostasi
dalla stessa persona filtrata nei altri
.
Gli occhi delle case corrono pazzi… una presuntiva nostalgia, te dormi,
il sogno ti sogna sognando
filtro si intasa con la fuliggine tranquilla
.
un mascara del parco si scioglie arrugginito sulla tua mano
l’orma dei passi è una…

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