I am telling, I am not telling – Lo dico, non lo dico – spun, nu spun

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Trilingual text, English version by Mihaela Jahn

I am singing to you, but your ears are torn
They’re pouring in fringes among anemic footsteps in obscure discotheques .
I am dancing for you, look how your shadow withdraws, it’s running away from me, it absorbs you like a grave –
I am dying to you in your place, semi-opaque statue made of water and smoke…
any form of expression is denied to me, we’re exchanging epidermis
you’re giving me the basalt, I am giving you perpetual short-circuits
.
Instead of all these, I am following you, I am catching up with you, I am offering you a flower, I am blushing and
I am not saying anything…

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Io canto, ma le tue orecchie sono rotti
scorrono frange tra anemici passi in una discoteca oscura.
Io ballo, guarda, l’ombra ti sta ritirando, fuggendo da me,
ti assorbe come una tomba –

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Dawn has always been here – l’alba è sempre stata qui – zorii sunt dintotdeauna aici

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Trilingual text

do you think that is stretch of the telescopes
and raises a tattered curtain and anointed –
look, the stars are just holes through which pierces the sun …
in one day I will get up there to sew it…
Dawn has always been here, if you close your eyes does not mean twilight
the night you think that comes as a booth in the day, a sort of dark room
where you can hide for dreaming, and dreaming of fresh lengthening your bones
the night is only a return on the day itself
day he looked twisting the eye into inside
what thou you cannot, O!… if you could! …no answer will not ever expect
a questions

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ti sembra che si estendono dei telescopi
e solleva una tenda sbrindellata e unta –
guardi, le stelle sono solo i fori attraverso dove trafigge il sole …
in un…

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It was the exact time – Era l’ora esatta – A fost ora exactă

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Trilingual text

it bite the air, it breathing the water
shore of us seems… almost
.
smoke by me the expectations a pack at day,
the searches,
the discoveries is delayed in smoke
week has increasingly fewer days
increasingly more nights
the seasons pass from morning till night
the future comes back to flawless polishing… vices and virtues
.
the place widens because they I tend to do consumer economy
for every millimeter of clay
My persistence whet me to always pass thresholds, nicknamed gorgeous horizons
and how, if I’m still here? Or there around …all the same
Gillette ax, the luxurious cream, get up my hair at unique true ascension
the victories it count them on the fingers, under fingernails
with which I clung to life as of a shore …It was the exact time. It will be the exact time? No. Always has …been.
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it bite the…

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