Idleness – L’ozio – Trândăvie

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I am writing a new treaty on uselessness
how to make a moment anonymous and swallow it as a bitter pill
As a non-science man, I allow myself the lack of motivation
the chaos from hostile surroundings gives me unimaginable boldness
hidden geometries lay in the forbidden gesture, delayed forever…
the selfishness grows round like ball that I am too selfish to throw
In the daily per capita trash can
somewhere the desert is baking, the uselessness increases, mankind’s work is ruin, exhibits
in a Museum of the Absurd
Hey, give me a reason to be useless, because even for this, one needs determination
one reason would be, the writing, the other, the breathing, another one yet…
Look, even being useless implies a substantial effort – I thought that
I got away with it but even The selfishness has its resources in the Self, somewhere, someone is lurking

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sunset asthenias – astenie di sera – Astenii de seară

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next door studio’s alarm is bellowing
ambulance sirens are bellowing
police car sirens are bellowing
both of my neighbor’s dogs, the neighbor, a hormone – the last – all are bellowing

I shut up and listen, trying
to make out in the juice of civilization, rare bouquets, inaudible sounds… the scream of indifference in the idea that I have to be the guardian of some abnormal standards perversely imposed
by the social disorder

the alarm, the sirens, the dogs, the neighbor… ceased to… all of the sudden
this evil peace hurts, restart the civilization, bellow plenary instead of praying,
instead of scalding, of a term of endearment, a confession of lack of love which
envelops us like a thick, thick darkness…

l’allarme dello studio di fronte sta urlando.
le sirene delle ambulanze stanno muggendo
le sirene di auto della polizia stanno muggendo
entrambi i cani della mia vicina…

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The hunger for death is fear of life – La fame di morte è la paura di vita – Foamea de moarte este frica de viață

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How can I understand some people’s hunger
For always appearing what they’re not? … especially when
they have strong reasons to consider themselves what they already are
We consume energies and life in order to convince the surroundings that
“I am not how you think or see me”
One use values experience the present generations of glass and cement, silicium and rust…
We find a demonizing alibi in the prefix “post” – post – post/modernism, post – post/living…
A disorder engages us in a hostile race, us against us each one of us against everybody else,
We celebrate anthumously and presumptuously our own death, this death not ever being a fasting…

come potrei capire la fame di alcune persone
per apparire sempre ciò che non sono? … specialmente quando
hanno forti ragioni per considerare se stessi quello che già lo sono
consumiamo energie e vita al fine di…

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Customized fear – paura personalizzata – frica personalizată

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we’re full of emptiness
on the outside we wear brand name rags, on the inside passionate Sahara’s
we are bad water, at its core, the seed of fire is burning slow to imminent revolts
we are excessively cosmetised, clowns, we follow social standards, induced, imposed, trifles
the Money God is more gelous than the Lord God
we are we’renots, the steam raising from our mouths stinks of gun powder
our universe is small, Death raises us in a cage – our own fear

siamo pieni di vuoto
esteriormente teniamo stracci di marchio, all’interno Sahare appassionate
siamo acqua cattiva, nel suo nucleo il seme del fuoco sta covando imminente ribellione
siamo eccessivamente abbelliti, clown, seguiamo le norme sociali indotte, mode imposte
Il Dio del denaro è più geloso del Dio Signore
noi siamo non-siamo, il vapore della nostra bocca puzza di polvere da sparo
l’universo è piccolo, la Morte…

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apologizes for the inconvenience – si scusa per il disagio – își cere scuze pentru deranj

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up on the cross, is looking at Tomorrow, the Today,
apologizing for the inconvenience of having stained the sky with the
blood of eternal life…
from up on his cross, he knows that
if he came here every second, to this ambiguous present,
we would crucify him just as many times…
from his cross, he is pleading with us to pray for ourselves…

sulla croce sta guardando il futuro, l’oggi,
scusandosi per l’inconveniente di aver macchiato il cielo con
il sangue della vita eterna…
da lì, sulla croce, egli sa che
se sarebbe venuto in ogni secondo qui, in questo presente ambiguo,
noi l’ho avremmo crocifiggere tutte altrettante volte…
da lì, sulla croce, lui prega a noi di pregarci per noi…

de pe cruce privește viitorul, astăzi-ul,
își cere scuze pentru deranj, a pătat cerul cu
sângele vieții eterne…
de pe cruce știe că
de-ar veni în fiecare…

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I am – io sono – eu sunt

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One day the stars were cuddling in the dry grass,
One day the morning was so late that it was evening already
One day the steps were skipping the instep every three steps
People were inhabiting ruins, wearing them on their backs like shells,
Fishes had grown leaves and fruits, butterflies had armors, the nerves in the sky were vibrating like jello,
That day, the fairytale was code for laws, today… it’s the other way around:
The grass is dry all the way to the stars, the mornings are sticky with the spilled steps,
The ruins are quoted on the stock exchange together with their wrapping, empty hearts,
Fishes are silent in other ways, the armors are vibrating in mourning in the sky – I am the ground

Un giorno, le stelle sono state immerse nel erba secca,
Un giorno, la mattina arrivò così tardi che era già…

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Dacic immortality – immortalità dacica -nemurirea dacică