perpetual – perpetuo – perpetuu

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trilingual post: English, Italian and Romanian, translations by me

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these stretchers, the clouds,
bring in their haste injured rains
in the battles of people with themselves
through the hypocrites prayers, halved, through the aspirations,
smoke of pretensions and hesitations…
under the soles germinates imminent herbs
the ground receives and heals people and rains

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queste barelle, le nuvole,
portano nella loro fretta le piogge ferite
nelle battaglie degli uomini con se stessi
attraverso le preghiere ipocrite, dimezzate, le aspirazioni,
fumo delle pretese ed esitazioni…
sotto le suole germina imminenti erbe
il suolo abbraccia e guarisce gente e piogge

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aceste brancarde, norii,
duc în goana lor ploi rănite
în bătăliile oamenilor cu ei înșiși
prin rugăciuni fățarnice, înjumătățite, prin aspirații,
fumul pretențiilor și șovăiri…
sub tălpi încolțesc iminente ierbi
țărâna îmbrățișează și vindecă oameni și ploi

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contortions

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trilingual post: English, Italian and Romanian translations by me

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a butterfly shed his sweat on my eyelid
has found the wrong flower
.
I was educated to concern just the future
breaking my neck for him, so I lost sight the errors,
roots and essences
I now live an antiseptic and dull today
.
Tomorrow I will go traveling toward Yesterday, is waiting for me too the Present

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una farfalla si scuote il suo sudore sulla mia palpebra
ha capitato sul fiore sbagliato
.
istruito di guardare soltanto in futuro
di rompermi il collo per lui, ho perso di vista errori,
radici ed essenze
mi sta vivendo un oggi antisettico, opaco
.
Domani andrò in viaggio verso Ieri, mi sta troppo aspettando lì il Presente

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un fluture își scutură sudoarea pe pleoapa mea
a nimerit floarea greșită
.
școlit să privesc doar viitorul
să-mi rup gâtul pentru el, am pierdut…

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The Earth belongs to children all over the world – La Terra appartiene ai bambini di tutto il mondo – Pământul aparține copiilor din întreaga lume

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though I’ve never touched these performances
such as children in this video
I remember my childhood living in Ceausescu’s dictatorship
today, how wrong direction pseudo-democracy in Romania,
I become nostalgic

copiii anche se non ho mai toccato queste performance
come ad esempio i bambini in questo video
Mi ricordo la mia infanzia vissuta nella dittatura di Ceausescu
Oggi, come è sbagliata la direzione della pseudo-democrazia in Romania,
divento …nostalgico

deși eu niciodată nu am atins aceste performanțe
precum copiii din acest video
îmi amintesc de copilăria mea trăită pe vremea dictaturii lui Ceaușescu
astăzi, după cât de greșită este direcția pseudo-democrației din România,
devin nostalgic

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Change of hour – Cambio di ora – schimb de oră

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trilingual text: English, translation by Mihaela Jahn, Italian and Romanian by me

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Even the hour is changing
Maybe it’s switching places with the second hand, at least that’s the rumor I heard…
The cuckoos will fly away from grandfather clocks, the roosters will immigrate to the top of sky-scrapers
We won’t be able to find the hour in the clock, God knows where it’s going to move
.
Even the sounds will change
They won’t pour onto the world from clocks
We’ll prefer the mp3 tolling of bells, or set on vibrate
Reduced to a common denominator, not sufficiently common..
.
Even the colors will change from one into another insoluble
Blind
Tiny flash spots, as warts only in mirrors, not on faces
And the eyes will turn inside into the profound
.
Even any, even a.. will pass in the superlative on the opposite sense
In us growing to…

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Ereticon 1 – the story of the track of the seconds – la storia della traccia delle secondi – istoria dârei secundelor

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trilingual post: English, Italian and Romanian language

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only in the last five thousand years
as if it was …
an instant
have been written countless words, the same,
you have passed through life like a bolt of lightning … the geniuses that have brought the world so far
where?
tens of thousands, millions … of philosophers, poets, architects, prophets,
some killed, others more killed … from oblivion
visionaries … of their dreams has built the world
beliefs, dogmas, laws
however
vices … vices are still intact… forever
.
humanity has paid thousandfold for every millisecond with the blood and tears
.
You come to tell me that love will save the world?…
Where are the big perfect lovers of all time?…
Shakespeare walks on stage his own skull
stars walk up there with my soles
there is no hope
.
are promises of worlds beyond, always beyond … but here…

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lottery – lotteria – loteria

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trilingual post, bad translations by me

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instead of numbers at the lotto will be letters
will be extracted four vowels and three consonants
when … will be succeed to get out a word and correspond
with that of played by you
will be the winner an a condition to words
.
instead of numbers at the lotto will be gestures
will be extracted seven pantomimes
when will be succeed to get out a jointly meaningful
player will win
the fact of fulfillment
.
today to lotto are playing …people instead of numbers
these latter are the winners
reducing the world to a insufficiently common denominator
and change it at the exchange house of the great vain
with the money, coins and notes,
.
this planet has become a wheel of luck, of hazard
hear, his rustle and rattle among the stars… –
hand which a spins is greedy and loves…

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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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How many people can fit in you… – Quanta gente può adattarsi in te… – Câtă lume încape în tine…

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Trilingual post, bad translations by me

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do you want to collect all the time in the arch.cut of the hands
like a fish caught with your hands in the lake
and throw it back together with your hands, smiling …
behind a smile is more hope that satisfaction
because you can be at any time the fish,
do not even you know …
.
your love can hurt
like The Sun can do blindness worse than the dark
or suffocated by too much air
look, there are the sunrise and sunset, and you can not dance together
at the same time do a step forward or at the same time a step back
without any inevitable collision or … estrangement

that you can love the world, without a close in the itself, often faltering
you will have to give up, not without pain,
layers – layers of skins, as a…

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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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we live in the other…? – viviamo nei altri…? – trăim în alții…?

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trilingual post, bad translations by me

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Warning : this text uses a obsessively word-cliche recycled
advised for parents only with the consent of the children
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Falling in love – maybe you saw could only breathe around her , he …
Simulacrum – everything happens in the peel of the moment, Big Bang reload …
Deception – for a kiss, and that emotion, finding … just one corner of the mouth,
must pay layers layers of hell succedendo too fast, why … why ?
.
to be loved the love, a moment’s would have been enough
for to breastfeed billion moments …
.
but no, we do not want to live in others, only their happen the miracles, damn …
.
we live models fixed, matrix, believing the love a right, a property,
a kingdom, we believe that it all happened only to us … so …
.
Yes, all…

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