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The taste of the world

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Trilingual post: English, Italian and Romanian languages

Colors have the taste, even the sounds have…
The white is dry salty, the blue is bitter cool
Always sweet wood is yellow, purple is metallic and a bit ‘cooked
The green is almost raw, orange aqueous earthy
Red is divided into red salty and spicy red…
Indigo has the flavor of grass and a bit of sickle
I taste the lights replete crushed in spongy mouth…
in the orbits of the eyes well polished with sand and salt
Now run all the colors as if be in a hurry, sneaks inside
consumes me the marrow of dreams
redrawing me for other worlds

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il gusto del mondo…
i colori hanno il sapore, anche i suoni hanno…
il bianco è secco salmastra, il blu è fresco amaro
sempre dolce legno è il giallo, il viola è metallico e un po’ cotto
il verde ò…

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convergent solitudes

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The bad loneliness is when you are terribly hungry and
you realize that forgot the Creator to draw on your face a mouth and look,
the meal is rich
The worse loneliness is when you have a mouth like the sky; you’re entirely just a mouth
and nowhere is any meal
The terrible hunger of itself it makes you imagine that you’re a god for whom nobody
never brings sacrifices

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Solitudini convergenti
La cattiva solitudine è quando si è terribilmente affamati e
ti rendi conto che ha dimenticato il Creatore per disegnare sul viso una bocca e guarda,
il pasto è ricco
La peggior solitudine è quando si ha una bocca quanto il cielo, sei interamente soltanto una bocca
e in nessun luogo è alcun pasto
La terribile fame di se stesso ti fa immaginare che sei un dio per il quale nessuno

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Descents

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You’re putting too many questions and
Life will respond in joking as she did not understand the question…
Emerges the blade of grass on his chest bared of the white from shirt by snow already forgotten
The insects smile, the winds are sharpened their razors as barbers
You ride on the window as if it were a mare without grooming and would like to sift through the world, but
The questions it hold you back, you want at least one answer, just an answer
Where go those who they go?…the impossible retrieval stuns and …dismounts the mare…

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Discese

Ti stai mettendo troppe domande e
La vita ti risponde in scherzo come che lei non ha capito la domanda…
Emerge il filo d’erba sul petto snudato dal bianco della camicia di neve già dimenticata
Gli insetti sorridono, i venti si affilano i loro rasoi…

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Miracles wasted

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We are only mills that grind the stones of time.
The powders we use then in the drawings on the sky, it seems to us the prayers.
We increase the Nothing, giving him auras of importance.
We cast away the facts and aspirations that could have saved us, we expect miracles until what…
Comes as a hiccup or a raised of eyelid, last wonder –
Only then can we perceive the substance of the time and that, in fact, the stones had gnawed the mills.
And the wind was our breath wasted, the unnoticed miracle…

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Siamo soltanto dei mulini che macinano le pietre del tempo.
Le polveri le usiamo poi nei disegni sul cielo, sembrandoci delle preghiere.
Aumentiamo il nulla, dandogli aure d’importanze.
Neghiamo i fatti e le aspirazioni, che potevano salvarci, aspettiamo i miracoli fino a che…
Viene come un singhiozzo o…

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Incoherence & Curves

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All happens, not-happens, in the imagination.
I kiss the woman more often than she knows.
I’m imbued with a lot of words, more than I’ve written.
I could say that I live-not live in a here no-here.
If I move the overlapping plans, it would stifle the real-unreal.
There is a slash, it crosses the column yet vertebral.
It divides something for something and never results with the comma; everything is an integer – not-whole.

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by Lafenix

Tutto accade, non-accade, nell’immaginazione.
Mi bacio la donna più spesso di quanto lei lo sa.
Sto intriso di un sacco di parole, più di quante ho scritto.
Potrei dire che io vivo non-vivo in un qui non-qui.
Se sposto i piani sovrapposti, si soffocherebbe il reale-irreale.
C’è una barra obliqua, attraversa la colonna ancora vertebrale.
Essa divide qualcosa per qualcosa e non da mai con virgola…

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Who I am

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Please, someone to introduce me with me, I do not more know myself
Who I am among all these many „I”, who am I without the body?
Who’s the body when I often go away from him?
hey, silence – I say to themselves „I” – do not you push yourself so
One day you will find the door locked, the door-non-door…
– But, now, I wonder, who writes here? I being learned to be just that reads
someone please let me introduce myself: thank you – happy to meet you / unhappy, thrilled / ex thrilled…

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Vi prego di farmi qualcuno conoscenza con me, io non mi conosco più
chi sono io tra tutti questi tanti “io”, chi sono io senza il corpo?
Chi è il corpo quando spesso vado via da lui?
ehi, silenzio – dico io agli stessi “io”…

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The joys fresh

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Believe me, it is enough to open the window
and to cover the mirrors, however, they have no memory –
yesterday is not coming back so soon
You can customize this day on your size, to fit like the shoes, the shirt…
and what if in the oblivion that heals, it goes away for the first joys, fear not,
so, it makes room for other joys, more fresh, look, you’ve already opened the window,
the light from within you with the light-mother are embraced

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Credimi, è sufficiente aprire la finestra
e coprire gli specchi, comunque non hanno memoria –
ieri non tornerà così presto
potrai personalizzare questo giorno sulla tua misura, di adattarsi come le scarpe, la camicia…
e che cosa se dall’oblio che guarisce, va via per prima le gioie, non temere,
così, si fa posto per le altre, più fresche, guarda…

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Mom

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The childhood …it melted in the day when the mother is gone
away, to make me a cup of tea with stars

His youth … has been reached when the voice has become an echo hostile
and my days have only
bitter afternoons, promise projection calling me go
but still I do not go; I’m confused, tangled between the hours of

The hill sends signs to the sky, the crosses, raining hot
maybe mom has spilled the kettle – his hands still trembling, poor thing…
as to me now, the childhood photos

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L’infanzia …si è sciolta nel giorno in cui la madre se n’è andata
lontano, per farmi un tè di stelle

Giovinezza …si è raggiunta quando la voce è diventata un eco ostile
con i miei giorni che hanno soltanto
pomeriggi amari, promessa proiezione chiamandomi via
ma, ancora non vado, sto confuso, aggrovigliato…

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Who should resolve?

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Today we will discuss how the state can be charged with genocide.
The state has a number of institutions paid for by taxpayers, with the role of authorizing any consumer product.
When these products are poisoning the population, state institutions that have approved the production and marketing of these products, should be held responsible for the crime of genocide in mass and sentenced drastically.
No manufacturer can produce and offer for sale a food without the approval of the State. If we find poisons in food, such additives and chemicals which are unhealthy, the state must be completely reformed. The state has the interest in earning through taxes and authorizes more marketable products, in the end just to make money, they do not care that the people who pay contributions to the state and with the purchase of products pay taxes once again…

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To largest protest…

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My lady, enough, so we can no longer,
I protest, is really unfair
Look at you, the things has the wrong measure
You have two breasts, and I… why I only one mouth?

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Donna mia, basta, così non si può più,
Io protesto, è davvero imbarazzante
Guarda te, le cose hanno delle misure sbagliate:
Tu hai due seni, ed io perché ho soltanto una bocca?

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Femeie, gata, așa nu se mai poate,
Protestez, este chiar o… nedreptate
uite, lucrurile au cea mai greșită măsură,
tu ai doi sâni, eu de ce am numai o gură?

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the coiled cube… il cubo a spirale… cub spiralat

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I have discovered a new therapy of the crisis:
the play an imaginary light on things, on shapes,
obtaining symbolic meanings

In the first, occurs with a simulator
you take a cube and breaks down in one dimension
imitating the suffering
shades obtained are tested on the spirals, spiral chaotic

the irony of fate, say, actually accepted
this at home or this community where you’re forced
to see the normality it tapering
almost disappears idea of object
and stay healed by the absence of any thing you want

Ugh, the symbols can be self-sufficient …but the light
you can not invent it out of thin air
So the game is finally only an optical illusion….

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Ho scoperto una nuova terapia di crisi:
il gioco di una luce immaginaria sulle cose, le forme,
ottenendo significati simboliche

In prima, si verifica con un simulatore
si…

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The war of the Flies… La guerra delle mosche… Războiul muștelor

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With a huge flyswatter, I kill imaginary flies, imitating the gods or
the hands of clock that hunt my intentions, crushing them one by one
from the walls, imaginary, of course… The hardest part was
with a fly fat and old, you it named the Moon
the whip of the sun hits me on the neck, shoulders, leaving deep furrows
but I cannot stop; even more indomitable I hit the air, the light…
the shadow it sees me a fly, I became a fly, humble, I wait the flyswatter, here it is …arrives

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Con un enorme schiacciamosche, uccido le mosche immaginarie, imitando gli dèi o
le lancette dell’orologio che che caccia le mie intenzioni, schiacciandole una per una
dai muri, immaginari, naturalmente… La parte più difficile è stata
con una mosca grassa e vecchia, voi la nominate Luna
la frusta del sole mi…

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State of Siege in absolute… Stato d’assedio in assoluto… Starea de asediu în absolut…

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Eyes wasted in synthetic trees have the outline of soles
Here, wolves of wax lurk in my veins
where the oval exclamations bring siege …and the sun will not come today…
Approaching somewhere an eerie music
as a warrior marching of ants, or by leaves of carnivorous plants…
The wolves grow up, the soles are smarting, and the clock hands pass with a hot iron rod
to mark me the forehead, on shoulder, on the tongue – any form of resistance would be useless

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Occhi sprecati negli alberi sintetici hanno il contorno di suole
Qui, lupi di cera stanno in agguato alle mie vene
dove le esclamazioni ovali mettono assedio …e il sole oggi non arriverà…
Si avvicina da qualche parte una musica inquietante
come una marcia guerriero di formiche, o da foglie di piante carnivore…
I lupi crescono, le suole bruciano, le…

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Short weekend… Week-end breve… Weekend scurt…

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I do not want anything, an apathy seeps slowly
such as glass of windows and lime on the walls drunk of smoke and secrets
I don’t wait for nothing, my ego asks for a little holiday
He is tired of competing with the other „I” brainless
who are now wandering who knows where…
This weekend quiet will last maybe an hour – come the joys, I know…
So is always, cannot have the man a bit of peace…

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Non mi va di nulla, un’apatia si filtra lentamente
come le vetrate e la calce sui muri ubriachi di fumo e di segreti
Non ho più nessuna attesa, il mio ego chiede un po’ di vacanza
È stanco di competere con gli altri „io” scervellati
che ora stanno vagando chissà dove…
Questa fine settimana tranquilla durerà forse un’ora – arrivano le gioie, lo so…
Così…

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Reality show…

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Trilingual post: English, Italian and Romanian languages

I pass of Via Cavour (in Rome) I climb, and then I take a tram and go home
I boil some fresh sausage ham in lard and wine
I drink a cup of mulled wine and I write, and write about
my silly longing of Romania…
A Romanian was laughing in my nose: Come home sir, so …why suffer?
An Italian looked at me wrong, he said: but yes, just go, and also, ye are too many here
Another Italian says dryly: stay here, I just came back from there, listen to me, you’re stayinghere…
Another Romanian: Look, how do this man the whims, I too would like
to sing like a Tudor Gheorghe, „out there is my country”, riding on the Eiffel Tower…
Another, short: but go in to your …beep
The sausages are dried up, cooled wine, I close the…

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