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Deep River Woman – Lionel Richie


the SMS fairy tales – le fiabe SMS – basme SMS – part one

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The Mirror – Lo Specchio – Oglinda                              Trilingual text


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The crisis (and other crisis…) determined me to change mentalities, attitudes, tastes. I fumbled through the dusty corners of my mind in search of solutions from totalitarian times. They didn’t work. The trifles of the actualism ask for futurist solutions. Ev/ri/ka… Evrika. A solitary semi-thought screams silently. I found it. The mirror. An object more and more hostile during the last years, because of suspected wrinkles and imaginary graying of the hair, the mirror regained its mythical relevance.
With utter tactfulness, I took the sandwich out of the fridge – the minimalism is in fashion when it comes to decorating the cold…. interiors – and on the giant dining room table, in front of an enormous mirror, I brunched/dined …. with such a talent, unveiled until…

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Proclamation for this summer- Proclamazione per questa estate – Manifest pentru vara aceasta

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To see nature through the eyes of summer when she is about to ascend
leaving autumn, the fill of colors,
To die now would be an impiety
when everything dilates, everything gets ripe for the impending abundance,
To ignore the pulse of summer would be a lese majeste…
Not to expect the rain as you would a bride, not even the nights of magical perfection
where the body acquires unsuspected auras, would be a season without life or the other way around?

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per vedere la natura attraverso gli occhi dell’estate, quando lei è pronta a salire
lasciandosi al compimento dei colori autunnali
a morire ora sarebbe empietà
quando si espande, la maturazione dell’imminente abbondanza,
ignorare l’impulso dell’estate sarebbe come una lesa maestà …
di non aspettare la pioggia come una sposa, neanche le notti magiche della perfezione,
dove il corpo riceve aure inaspettate, sarebbe una stagione senza vita……

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Too full – Troppo pieno – Prea plin

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I would try this summer on, like somebody else’s shirt
And I would run north where nobody knows me
But I would come back too soon with the snow storms that
This southern magical land doesn’t recognize
I would try on the gold of the bloomed rape flower like an intimate shirt
But my lover wants me naked
And however warm the summer, my soul is too full…

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Vorrei provare questa estate come una camicia di qualcun altro
e poi correrei a nord, dove nessuno mi conosce
Ma vorrei tornare troppo presto con le tempeste di neve che
questa magica terra del sud non riconosce
Vorrei provare l’oro del fiore di colza come una camicia intima
ma la mia amata mi vuole nudo
e d’estate, tuttavia essendo caldo, la mia anima è troppa piena…

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aș proba vara aceasta ca pe o cămașă străină
și aș fugi spre nord…

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Look – guardate – priviți

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We are over seven billion seasons
What is an ordinary summer to so much joy of just being?
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We are over seven billion birth signs of requited – unrequited loves
What is Death to so much victory of Life?…
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Don’t look at the green… but to the earthly colors of the summer night sky

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siamo oltre sette miliardi di stagioni
che significa una banale estate rispetto a tanta gioia di essere?
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siamo oltre sette miliardi di segni di nascita, di amori appagati – inappagati
che significa la morte rispetto a così tanto successo della vita?
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guardate non il verde …quanto i colori terrei del cielo di sera d’estate

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suntem peste șapte miliarde de anotimpuri
ce înseamnă o vară banală pe lângă atâta bucurie de a fi?
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suntem peste șapte miliarde de zodii, de iubiri neîmplinite-împlinite
ce înseamnă Moartea față de atâta izbândă a…

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Celebration – celebrazione – celebrare

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This quiet wellbeing is asking for
suspense, shivers, major events…
The joy and peace of mind are core and they scare me
like a sense of balance neighboring death,
I listen to romantic music,
I drink the best wine, I am loved, I have enough money..
even though my enthusiasm is burnt in the kiln of past errors,
I have a taste for extraordinary, this celebration depresses me
through its “too much” and it’s exactly this “too much” that I would like beyond superlative…
somehow the nowadays celebrations cannot reconcile among themselves,
the good one of the day with the bad one of the second in which the present is more alive
and it’s asking for its right to become a memory at any risk…
this quiet joy doesn’t ask anything of me, it’s like the air
and I got used to being asked to give something of…

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flowing – scorrere – curgere

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There is no youth, nor old age
Everything is running in a stream towards a stainless steel luxurious nothing
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The butterflies of the world are born from the second hands hidden in my belly
They have eternal wings just like our dreams
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(After these two aberrations – as you would say – passed as motto comes
Comes a sort of cosmic ocean where nobody can hold in hand the palette,
You call it destiny; I call it the propeller of an impotent second hand…)
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No butterfly is survived by your love if
You don’t throw yourselves in the ocean without the pretention of being good swimmers
Without the aspiration that you hold the reins
Let your bellies be born of my belly like butterflies …
There is no youth, remember, nor old age, or palettes…
Just an ocean in which we are and we are…

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Anti if – If (parodia) – anti dacă

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by Kostas Varnalis

If you can fool yourself when someone else hits you,
Pretending him a wise man and never you blame him;
If you dont trust nobody and no ones trusting you,
Forgive your sin is easy, but never others sins.

If you respite the evil no single moment and
You lie louder and louder when other people lie;
If youre enjoying hitting the love with hate and though
Pretend to have a wise and even saint good side.

If you move like a worm and never fly with dreams,
And interest is always up to your highest aim;
If you leave the defeated for the winner all times,
Though both of them betraying is your standing desire.

If you can gain a thousand for every little gift
And mother land to play at cards is not a heavy act;
If you dont pay a penny as…

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the sought for peace – ambita pace – râvnita pace

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I understand that the turmoil of everyday life leads us sideways
„To be” means just to have
We’re looking for assumed peaces among things
But all things can be turned into weapons
We simulate beliefs and formal religiosities – God is a best seller
Embellished with intentions and moralistic images
No, no, no… I don’t want peace as long as I am alive
My bones don’t wish for a death of this sort,
I want the torment of the life in the seed, in the bud, in the first smile
I want all armies sent back home,
The armies in uniforms: military, religious, institutionalized…
The only uniform – uni – form is the nude
We seek for peace when uniforms stifle us, we look at the world through eye sockets
We are ashamed of the emptiness inside… and how can we seek for peace this way?
No, no…

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Gone – andato via – plecat

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You pick a rose from the garden, its silhouette
You imagine as the dream of your beloved – you had picked it for her
And she gets the message, savors its perfume,
Puts it in a vase with care
A few hours later, the rose droops, only its leaves are still fighting it
– alike is the destiny of the one gone to foreign countries
The rose never picks itself. It’s always a third hand, The one that prophetically
Carries it
The lover receives flowers from anyone and you didn’t know
The garden keeps growing new shoots

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scegli una rosa dal giardino, la sua sagoma
t’immagina come il sogno della tua amata – lo avevi scelto per lei
E il messaggio arriva, assapora il suo profumo,
lo mette in un vaso con cura
Poche ore dopo, la rosa si secca, solo le sue foglie ancora resistono
– Allo…

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short – corto – scurt

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The seconds are thresholds under which
I hit my head and I still don’t learn
Or crippled sheep, ignorant herds
Driven on dials with a stick
– second hand, stubborn and short
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Let them graze on the white under which dreams are growing
And on the monotonous tic without a tac
I can hear the third stroke from the abyss
Whether I am climbing or descending,
I don’t know what I am doing –
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Should I consider time a steal?
Because it secretly steals My enthusiasm and smile
Because I never got Higher than I am –
The shortest end of the ray

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i secondi sono delle soglie sotto le quali
sbatto sempre la testa e ancora non imparo
o sono delle pecore storpie, mandrie ignare
spinte in quadranti con uno stecco
– secondario testardo e corto
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per pascolare sul bianco sotto di cui crescono…

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the feeling of snow – la sensazione di neve – sentimentul de zăpadă

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Remember the last snow kneaded in the cups of your hands?…
Remember that fast cloud descending in the afternoon, on the lap of your lover?….
Remember the face and the step of your high school classmate, the girl you had fallen in love with?…  Remember the footstep on… the last snow…

August – hallucination
The memories homogenized and they are flowing up, evil steam
Raised from the winter that is to come the lovers come, covered in snow, covered in snow…

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ti ricordi l’ultima neve mista nei tuoi palmi vuoti?
ti ricordi la nube veloce discesa nel pomeriggio, in grembo alla tua amata? ….
ti ricordi il viso e il passo della tua compagna di classe a scuola, la ragazza di quale sei stato innamorato?… Ricordi l’orma su …l’ultima neve …
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Agosto – delirio
I ricordi si sono omogeneizzati e gocciolano su, nel vapore cattivo…
dall’inverno che…

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one step away – ad un passo – la un pas

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You tear the poet from the man, you look at him as if he were a handicap
When, contorted so that he fits in the shell of this planet,
He is to himself the necessary bitter bitterness,
So that the sweet, the poem in your heart that you wouldn’t know how to write
Be sweet…
You tear little foils off of the word and try them on like shirts and you are amazed
At how unlikely the resemblances man- poet- man, are
Without him the wonder would be blunt, opaque,
The questions would be closed in half syllables..
Even Death would commit suicide because of the inert boredom, if the current day weren’t
careful enough to keep a step behind the poet, the guardian of love aspiration

Motto (imagine a he Shakespeare and a she Shakespeare, a black Shakespeare, an Asian Shakespeare, an American – Indian Shakespeare, baptize…

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hot weather – tempo caldo – vreme caldă

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not processed photoshop, the effects of excessive heat – non trattati photoshop, gli effetti del calore eccessivo – nu sunt prelucrate photoshop,  efectele caldurii prea mari

we have an additional season: „summer-too” – abbiamo una stagione in più: „troppo-estate” – avem un anotimp in plus: „prea-vara”

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It got to me – mi ha raggiunto – m-a ajuns

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I got to be ashamed of feeling good
I reached a day when I realized that I imperatively need everything that I unlearned
And that everything that I presumably know… is useless
I reached a day when I rejoiced solely for being part of an extremely lively world…
Or the day has reached me?.. – please, do not touch the nights…!
Whatever might come, I choose to be honest, do not skin the mirrors In which I see myself as two
Don’t take this smile I smile either, just to play it on the stock exchange
It’s free, it came from love and it is because
In this way I share my happiness with you, even with all the risks involved
The fill of an emptiness of self in whose place, like in a place of light,
you already existed, got to me
Forgive my infatuations and the…

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