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Just a new World War

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Trilingual text: English, Italian and Romanian languages

half-evangelists, half-priests, bearers of leaflets in mailboxes
half-judges, the cleaners of cesspools and porters, brokers, traveling salesmen, whores,
false singers and non-poets, miserable speculators,
mushroomed a tinkling bustle in the bladder of this city
in the lungs of the slums, into my bones scratched as the trees
with the skew passing of the years
just a new World War could purify this breed, by burning
then, from the ashes it could make an another Prometheus
which would set fire to the gods of plastic, of silicon and cardboard

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Soltanto una guerra mondiale
Semi-evangelizzatori, mezzo-preti, portatori di volantini nelle cassette postali
semi-giudici, pulitori di fosse biologiche e facchini, brokeri, commessi viaggiatori, puttane,
falsi cantanti e non-poeti miseri speculatori,
in un tintinnante via vai nella vescica di questa città
nei polmoni delle baraccopoli, nelle mie ossa graffiati come gli alberi
con passare di lato dagli…

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LUNI

– ora 11:00 – vom servi ,,cafeaua de dimineaţă,, împreună cu Mirela Godina care ne va oferi o emisiune de muzică şi divertisment, vom afla ce spun astrele pentru prima zi a săptămânii.

– ora 22:00 – ,,Punctul pe i”, o emisiune despre AUTISM. Psihopedagog Monica Berceanu...

– ora 23.00 – Andrei Rares Adam cu “Rock… sau cum sa vorbim despre noi”

MARȚI

– ora 14.00 – ,,Cine a scris cartea?” emisiune realizată de Teodora Anghel 

– ora 20.00 – Anca Potinteu cu… surprizeeee...„Povești pentru oameni mari” 

– ora 22:00 – ,,dacă e marți, sunt io!!!,, cu Gabriel Gherbaluta

MIERCURI

– ora 19:00 – ,,Vieţi între coperte’’, o emisiune care îşi propune să promoveze proza contemporană românească. Realizator Claudia Minela.

– ora 21:00 – ,,Gramofonul din Cugiria’’,

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Hostile white

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trilingual text: english, italian and romanian

When you feel that you no longer find the your place
Your body keeps you in a trap and you know that you can fly…
A “where” is calling you, although not to unravels
Your mission was wasted on trifles.
Change the step, something should snatched, even with pain,
Forget the white dial and cast you into the sea of people-template
Somewhere someone is waiting for you to be her sacrifice, to you love him

a2Bianco ostile 
Quando senti che non ti trovi più al posto tuo
Il tuo corpo ti tiene in una trappola e sai che potresti volare…
Uno ”dove” ti sta chiamando, anche se non si svela…
La tua missione è stata sprecata su le inezie.
Cambia il passo, qualcosa si chiede strappato, anche con dolore,
Scorda il quadrante bianco e gettati nel mare di gente-sagoma
Da qualche parte qualcuno…

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Waiting for the rain – Aspettando la pioggia – Așteptând ploaia (a true story – una storia vera)

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trilingual post, badtranslations by me

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In early spring I was looking for a job. I headed to an interview for a possible job on viaTuscolana in Rome and, of course, I dressed appropriately, and did not seem that I was poor, without a penny in his pockets.
In the street, a young african sang a ballad and was trying to sell small artisan objects. Arrived near me, he stopped me, jovial, to offer me a strange statue. I told her that I do not have a penny, trying to be at least listless, if I was not capable of a broad smile as his.
He grabbed my hand and told me not to worry about money, because money is like clouds bring rain or slip promptly to rain elsewhere … and gave me a small wooden elephant. He said he will bring good luck. He went on the chimney…

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precarious commas – virgole precari – virgule precare

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trilingual post, bad translation by me

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Motto:you count the freshmen in the autumn – said the fox …
.
everything tends towards miniaturization
even though the universe … states that it is expanding, we wander in the same spiral
the ends of which are more numerous and all converge at a point
The point, then, is the model to which we aspire
.
And, comes the doubt as a courage crazy anarchist who
transforms us into commas
the ends mimic the spiral – the will… straying
we become impetuous crayfish …
.
in the lives of some there is only one autumn, the last
for others, every day is a season
and slowly we all go to curl up on the same point
nobody reproaches us for doubts, sins, years
.
only the indifference
the lost loves, and the courage to be cowardly daily

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Motto:nell’autunno si conta le…

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the story of stuff


Bookmark – Segnalibro – Semn de carte

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Trilingual post, bad translations by me

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I live in the freedom of iron, glass and reinforced concrete
between sounds bizarre and colors diluted or mixed chaotic .
The World lives in the imaginary, and no matter
if my eyes are open or not, it is here, in the skull
with the same coordinates of the Earth … – Do not know
to longitude and latitude that there is still a woman, loved
I with precisely cosmic revolve around the Sun from plexus –
so, I have learned the measure of time, especially the …without it
.
I’m reading every day hundreds of pages, a way to populate my mazes
to refreshes fears, reformulating and multiplying questions …confusions
.
In this position of longing, or prayer, through the open window,
from a different world
came here a yellow leaf,
like a hand that caressing the distances,
went quietly between tabs, in…

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Gadgets

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Trilingual post, translations by me

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silhouette of an unknown woman, hangs like a speakerphone, on me
the common point, the nail, is encrusted in an ATM card
the music heard today is a rustling assiduously, a jingling ideational
she has the remote control joystick, the smile, with that
makes me want to run as she wish
I have a Neanderthal mace tucked straight as backbone
and a look as sharp as a razor blade – perhaps
for this reason shows me her beautiful legs
for shaving with his eyes
between us choose common similarities and differences
a kind of opposite that with time become hostile
her, unknown, I tell robotic: ,,I love you,, , She replies …me too
knowing that the same happens to her, I am the stranger
are the trinket for his keys to success
look the joystick, hypnotic leads me to her lips … and I can…

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Real life stories – storie di vita – întâmplări din viața reală

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quadrilingual post, translations by me,

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The incident occurred in the Indian state of Punjab. Two puppies fell into a well . Their mother ran near the well… and barked constantly, and this has attracted the attention of the owner who has looked into it and was very surprised – after all it was the king cobra, and did not represent any threat to the pups .
.
In addition, reptile, to care for the puppies, they are not permitted to pass to the other side , where they could drown , the well was full of water there . Animals spent together … the bottom of the well, for almost 48 hours. When help finally arrived by the forest department , cobra crawled to the other end of the shaft. The puppies were not injured and are now well, reptile immediately was taken to the woods and released. Even the most…

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backup – copia di riserva – copia de rezervă

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trilingual post, translations by me

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digital dials show every second … apocalyptic
apocalypse eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two … one
start broadcasting … On Air
a chorus behind the scenes sing the hymn to the decadence
chemical triumph of the unicellular in uprising
between alpha and omega, she was in second place, only meant to…
reflected in the mirrors apparent
the universe belongs to unicellular
.
in the foreground, the spokesman of the mirror holder, announces
tomorrow it increases the prices of sounds, the rays will be taxed variable
by applause,
North wind, the only spectator, nostalgic for the days when it was just a breeze
instantly felt his hands paralyzed
.
Advertising: The unicellular being has postponed the apocalypse minus one
calls for abolition of the mirror, the pluricellular to look only in the eyes
bonus, a dial without virusi and another time scale more flat
as…

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Pinocchio was a girl – Pinocchio era una ragazza – Pinocchio era fată

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Trilingual post, translations by me

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under his yellow wig of old Geppetto, it hides
Collodi’s stepdaughter, his hands has created a… secret
Pinocchio had a soul of girl, of anonymous fairy…
.
When visited me the first time,
in the childhood room with window toward the sawmill
Pinocchio was a boy like me
but, I loved to Mimi, the girl next door
and I wanted her to come she… with the same joy that
seems that just he had …
to the celebration of the end of the year, I caught the Mimi
with Pinocchio on stage, playing in a theater…
and then, my room was rotated with the window toward the Danube …
other tales without Mimi and, soon, without childhood …
.
Yesterday, I was watching a ghost among the chestnut trees of an age with me,
a woman with a veil, stray in time, she, walked away……

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come on, detach yourself – dai, staccati – hai, desprinde-te

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Trilingual post, translations by me

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the love is not a mark of damp, the hope is not just a mould.
.
brothers, we are alive, action, the viewer of service you can be when
you will not have expected anything, now get out
from things, from you, from the patterns and norms of normal imposed
you want the wort of life, squeeze you the moment
want the success, get up, remember that walking is a skill
I may be wrong, namely, to keep you tied to things, you can fly, you can…
,
and if all you want it always happens to others, you will reach the spiral
be thou the segment through love and the facts, you fly… come

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l’amore non è un marchio di umidità, la speranza non è solo una muffa.
.
siamo vivi fratelli, azione, il spettatore di servizio puoi esserlo
solo quando ormai non avrai…

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The Doubt – Il dubbio – Dubiul

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Trilingual post, the english translation by Mihaela Jahn

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We measure our path in steps – not
In “where-to”s or heads
We measure our fears in contractions – not in the intention of the imminent…
.
So why is it that we powder our words ?
Let’s declare our love with our eyes, with our pores, with our digits
Or let’s tame the painful static with dignity like the living dead who we are
After all nothing has to be said, the doubt cuts our courage like mayonnaise

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Misuriamo il nostro cammino a passi – no
In degli „dove” o nell’estremità,
Misuriamo le nostre paure in contrazioni – no, nell’intenzioni dell’imminente…
.
Allora perché diavolo diamo con trucco le nostre parole?
Diciamo l’amore con i nostri occhi, con i nostri pori, nostra dita
Oppure cerchiamo almeno di domare la dolorosa statica con dignità, come dei morti viventi che siamo
Dopo tutto…

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marine cliché – cliché marino – clișeu marin

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trilingual post, translations by me

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the mirror shows me a king, the shadow of a pauper
both me lie;
.
swimming over the years such as in a dark sea
there are no islands, nor return
I lose between his fingers the moment, there is no shore
.
love is a life buoy, an ark or storm
otherwise, I’m swimming with just one hand

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lo specchio mi mostra un re, l’ombra un mendicante
entrambi mentono a me
.
nuoto nel corso degli anni come in un mare buio
non ci sono isole, nè ritorno
perdo fra le dita l’attimo, riva non c’è
.
l’amore è una sagola di salvataggio, un’arca o tempesta
altrimenti, sto nuotando con una mano sola

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oglinda mă arată rege, umbra un cerșetor
amândouă mă mint
.
înot prin ani ca într-o mare întunecoasă
fără insule, fără întoarcere
pierd printre degete clipa, un țărm nu există.
.

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the nerves by nerves – i nervi degli nervi – nervii nervilor

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trilingual post, translation by me

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My nerves have … nerves
such as micro and macro cosmos on this now
I perceive solely as a little hood flattened
My nerves are not mine, they demanded independence,
reproaching that I’m too primitive and always I put it all to heart
as in a sort of cellar and I leave them just the functions
without them I can be considered …going crazy, off-road … around me everything is the same, so
wherever I would go is toward… going crazy
the heart, not to be outdone, the principle of decentralization, wants to
…did not say what
the nerves by the nerves themselves… now claims their autonomy, I am
I am no longer I
.
I take a beer like any ordinary citizen who does not understand anything of
Policy

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I miei nervi hanno… nervi
come i micro e macro cosmo che
ora l’ho percepisco…

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