lead – piombo – plumb

valeriu dg barbu

trilingual text

a new fear creeps as thin as a cold
then besieging the slice of heaven that
you with the claimed with the both nostrils
the incomprehensible does not bite, always overshadows most of the light
you can rub, blow in the hands, it is also possible to take the gloves, but
somewhere above it is getting colder and you not have a sort of umbrella
like for the heat waves or the rain…
perceptions are not tied to a muscle, could be became all learned from the sport
maybe it’s not fear, only curiosity
perhaps the salt block is not so great as to demolish
the factory of hopes
the steps slow down, cold slow descends, the fear is, yes, is she…
for that day without tomorrow without yesterday perhaps it is this …and
there are so many things left hanging… and wich
you alone
alone by you……

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the stranger – lo straniero – străinul

valeriu dg barbu

trilingual text

everything is going in front of me
orchestras and yards are waiting for me, liveliness is intact
back someone erasing the chalkboard with sponge of my shadow
all the memories belong to a foreigner
Earth, in every rotation, is rising
.
Now, here, there is only the intention, the step imminent
in drunkenness of wind, dust covers any alleged accomplishments
me consume expectations and asymmetries, giving me the illusion of the facts
all are in front of me almost perfect
the space is attenuate, is widespread, and no matter how fast I would run
.
I will not be there in the jumps, without suffering all births
and the pain of childbirth, the cries deaf …the impeccable expectations…
the stranger approaching will not dare to exceed me, he knows
in the front line of the war of wasted I’m only able to fight and
who will be able…

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the point of not-view / il punto di non vista / punctul de nevedere

valeriu dg barbu

trilingual text

the time lies at the intersection of hands of clocks
at the point
.
along of hand clock is enumerating by the sins
carries them… repeating them perfectly –
who can get out of from the rigors and dials?
to live in the world without himself?
.
You can watch the movie of your life without reproach?
can take you to another beginning, without the same mistakes?
you believe that love is learned through exercises such as gymnastics of the heart?
or that in a sign of question can find the answer?
.
If you were the hand clock, secondary, who’s the dial that you will wipe away the tears and smile?
and how many times you repeat the role before going on stage
eloquently reciting the prayer in which you do not believe?
the hands clocks produce a variety of deaf applause, but not for you …oh!…

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the creation of the world – talks fast forward / la creazione del mondo – dialoghi avanti veloce / Facerea lumii – dialoguri pe derulare înainte

valeriu dg barbu

trilingual text

give me a sound
to clothe these bones vitreous
our meat by waters is shrinking without music
every sunshine, every blade of rain is a note on the stave
never randomly
I hid in the corners hostile
believing that asceticism, the silence, somehow me save –
so, I found only the multitude of egos scattered chaotic…
this thirst for music that recompose me and I have still need
just of a particular sound to fulfill the prayer
and just God has the time to wait, I have not never
.
do not rush to fill the clay pot – said a new myself – listen:
in the each ocean missing a drop, in each world is a man of less
perfection, this means that the circle is always almost circle
the symmetries crumble the space, is always need something, something else
now, you know the secret on the…

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