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confession – confessione – spovedanie

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Lord does not gives man more than she can handle
Another in my place would not withstood so much luck …
as well neither I … to pains of others

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Signore non dà all’uomo più di quanto lui può gestire
Un altro al posto mio non avrebbe resistito così tanto alla fortuna …
Come ne io …ai dolori altrui

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Domnul nu dă omului mai mult decât poate duce
Un altul în locul meu nu ar fi rezistat la atât de mult noroc…
– cum nici eu la chinurile altora

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heaven begins here? – paradiso comincia qui?- paradisul începe aici?

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in the gardens lies the peace alive – nei giardini si trova la pace viva

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the palace Madama Rome

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and – e – şi

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And the edges of the sky cut deeply into dreams
When two-faced and proud, the prayer raises
Its spring, knot or tear, spoils,
Drawing thinking from harsh compromises
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And the light bends in waters like a wine
When betrayal is all there is left from love
In contrast to that good
Too much, overwhelming, turned into a torture…
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And man raises higher than a prayer
When he feeds daily on the torment
Of an Ego emptied of the verb “to be”
Humble servant though, to heaven and earth
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And the evil is bewilder at how much a man multiply it for free, for only his pleasure
Today the heart, a piece of coal, that
I’m burying in “ands”
Together with the last gnom’s mirror…

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anche i bordi del cielo taglia profondo nei sogni
quando la preghiera ipocrita e orgogliosa ascende
la sua fonte, nodo o…

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no, never him – no, lui mai – nu, niciodată el

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Sand or waters
Are gathering in swirls to bury the memory of mirrors
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A man was young the second, third time
Milking the white triumph out of the same errors…
Waters dilluted with new waters form old waters gave him the courage of prayer
To be young for a last time at least – eyes bound, arms and legs tied
Only his nostrils, leave them open…
The errors are holding their triumphal parade, the mirrors are lying when the eye
is looking for something else
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I covered the accursed piece of glass with a piece of flesh
I was that man, I was young, the sand is ageless, the waters are not
And it is only in the wine that I am somebody else, am I not?… I am….
From the cover bubbles up a day like reproach, not a year, not a decade but
The…

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The Night of Fori Imperiali in Rome – La Notte dei Fori

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Saturday, August 3, from 21.30, the night lights of Rome to inaugurate the pedestrianization of the Imperial Forums and deliver to the Romans, the Romans and tourists the most beautiful walk in the world.

The first night of the holes between art, culture and entertainment to celebrate the walk of the Romans, the first step towards the largest archaeological park in the world.

A night of free guided tours and big shows, including live music, theater and circus acrobatics suggestions, staged in natural theater in Via dei Fori Imperiali, the Colosseum to the Forum of Caesar, artfully lit for the occasion.

A night of life, during which the Romans, the Roman and tourists can rediscover the eternal beauty of Rome.

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Ignazio Marino – mayor of Rome

La Notte dei Fori

Sabato 3 agosto, a partire dalle ore 21.30, la notte di Roma si illumina per inaugurare la pedonalizzazione dei Fori…

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sound of stone – il suono di pietra – sunetul pietrei

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prayer – preghiera – ruga

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cogitation – cogitazione – chibzuinţă

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symphony beneath a patch of sky – sinfonia sotto una chiazza di cielo – sinfonie sub un petic de cer

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the rushing of time – il correre del tempo – zorul timpului

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lyrical dialogue Valeriu – Michaela (M. is a my true friend)

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An imaginary him: And it snows with birds and… who cares, life is a passionate wound
white means the field’s glaucoma?
…the forests are late coming to a dinner with clouds from lost and found in loves he who is looking for guilt is… guilty

She, disturbingly alive: the one who lets a child cry, doesn’t know how to laugh inside

He: the cry gives birth to rains of action with regret the mother infuses the milk with love

She: and it snows with austere silences in birds, wings trimmed by the mist of a thought of life (listen to me, I completely lost it, I can’t write on command) or maybe it’s divine nectar

He: glassy through which the edges of the time scratch destinies when life is late in train stations where trains pass no more and I see my lover drowned on the bottom of…

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radio Valeriu

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I am talking to you endlessly about endless stories
I am telling you the imminent future in segments that may star you – You listen to me
and only after a while I realize that I have a radio voice,
that you are listening to me as you would to the radio..
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A vibrant morning slides up like a backup Sun
in bus number 451, I am reading the future in the streaks left on the unwiped windshield
as witches read it in coffee drags
The semi-magic state spoils a real life story: on the asphalt lies a discarded rose,
Numberless cars are running it over and as long as I have time to count
Every wheel crushes my palm… my forehead… my breast..
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Around me, every 451 traveler
Is eyes glued to his cellular phone, headphones on..
Nobody, nobody, nobody
Saw the murdered rose…

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unmistakable… Lucio Dalla – Caruso


Gheorghe Zamfir – Romanian Pastoral Ballade Little Shepherd with three hundreed sheep’; romanian mythos and legende


A Century without poetry – 2/ Un Secolo senza poesia – Secol fără poezie

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The writer or reader, each one of them may find himself or not in tune with traditional moral values. Both of them might be a partisan of a literary current so called homologated, one through his work, the other through his reading preferences. The diseases of the society: hypocrisy, self-importance, the cult for celebrity, self-seeking, betrayal, self-righteousness, vanity and the vulgarity replacing the popular style, the moral crisis in a word, is always reflected in art. For over a decade now, we’ve been faced with an industrial literature. The need to have as many readers as possible, forces the writer to get down to the street, borrowing its language… Avoiding the infiltration of commonly used daily language into poetry is a goal few of the contemporary writers follow (I have the intention, I just don’t act on it). Epicising the nowadays lyricism risks (be it through the need…

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One day, maybe today,
I won’t mix up the levels anymore, up is not up,
only the one who climbs knows….
I will braid the hands of the clock without making knots
and I will want to want, learning to understand the hesitations of the scales…
the balance means death, the tossing is breathing
with both nostrils.
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I demand too much from my feelings when
I ask that they drag me, increasing my aura, that they bring me abundance, yet,
their parade shows me naked – only I see myself dressed in pompous garments..
there are no hopes without deceiving, nor sensations without illusions
the heart is a nursery for fears and desires often times a waste
I demand a surrealistic body, to fit fineries and joys
and they don’t exist as simple or complex, the joy is one – I exist
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I won’t find amongst…

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Century without poetry – Secolo senza poesia – Secol fără poezie

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(thanks for the english version of  Michaela)

Sometimes an absolutely genuine verse, the poetry that represents the now, the present, sneaks in between the epic turned into metaphor either sideways or delicately, and the imitative – repetitive romanticism, a strangled sort of classicism.. The large scale liquidation of illiteracy and more, mass- media, created the right climate for the emancipation of the half wits, these becoming not only willing to express themselves but also… equipped to do so. One of my Selves stretches over these ignorant areas, so I know.. from experience. Even though another one claims Upper trajectories! Starting with the premise that “taste is not a lavatory” and that “his highness, the reader” is the one who chooses, we are now moving into the critics area, critics who are either retro or too cheap – for a vodka, they’ll praise you to high heaven; or too expensive…

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So much work… Così tanta fatica … Atâta trudă…

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Love gave me a sort of wings too large and too many
Love gave me a sort of wheelchair
A strange identity, like a place of birth somewhere else
Love raised me higher than love
and it’s crossing me the street in places where I don’t want to cross, or I want…

It knows what I want or don’t – thus
the Earth is screaming with the undecided… as if the Earth was the shy one and not me
I blush like the flesh of a ripe watermelon and …the day
throws me seed for tomorrow.. can you still see me?… hey woman, down there,
on an ironically sad planet, this cloud is a handkerchief or myself.
Give me a sign with your eyelid, give me the exhaled imaginary second – ahh, how much work!

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L’amore mi ha dato una sorta d’ali troppo grandi e troppi…
L’amore mi…

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…the current (second part) – …il attuale – …prezentul

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the bag that has forgotten … the lady? – la borsa che ha dimenticato … la signora? – poşeta care  şi-a pierdut doamna?

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almost an embrace of stone – quasi un abbraccio di pietra – aproape o îmbrăţişare de piatră

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whereabout? – dove? – încotro?

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We crisis of … staff? – abbiamo crisi di… personale? – avem criză de …personal?

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