If you knew – Se voi conoscessi – Dacă ați ști

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Trilingual text

that beyond the smile, even sincere,
are humble all nerves of the facts and infatuations, and all that
it would seem for you my happiness…
that beyond of frown by forehead dies
all pulses of war
that beyond of my arms emerge thousands of other arms ready
to embrace you
so I wonder
What remains here of the poor myself?
if you knew, how much I love ye
would you attempt to humiliate me more as before?
through irony behind the scenes, jokes, full of kindness…
therefore, I chose to take this hump – do not laugh, it is
your need for love

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photo by oleksandr shestakovych

che oltre il sorriso, anche sincero,
stanno umili tutti gli nervi dei fatti e le infatuazioni, e tutto quello che
sembrerebbe per voi la mia felicità…
che oltre il cipiglio della fronte muoiono
gli impulsi bellici
che oltre le mie braccia insorgono…

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my escape – il mio rifugio – scăparea mea

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Trilingual text, English version by Mihaela Jahn

The moment passes like a whore
From one dial onto another, smiling a dry and inviting smile
Proud, her nose up in the air, as if the wind were hers
My stupidity grows like a snake fed on goats
And a thousand words come, barge in, demanding their right
To be written, their graphite share, thinning my bones
A neuron is chasing a she neuron, if only he knew that she was barren…
Dreams spread embers and second hand meteoric hopes
My escape, the wine, the thin sliver of reality comes in with the cold, through the cracked window
My escape, the bathtub, in which I move with all my books
I am scrubbing helplessness and futile meanings off of them, the shine of vain
And I am waiting to grow scales and a tail – If mermaids exist, mermen can too…
Disgust…

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butterflies ghosts – farfalle fantasmi – fluturi fantome

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trilingual text

her cat, of my neighbor, comes every day in my garden
digging under the window, I call to me, she pretends that
is chasing imaginary butterflies
the conflict with my neighbor is older,
I chose poppies and I put them in the door her a cup of yogurt
she smiles at another neighbor
especially has something against my dog, Fin,
He is stealing the newspaper, she yells: go away bitch… and then raises
the music to the fullest, always the same song
the dog and the cat romp together in the garden, I read free the newspaper, the butterflies
between the dirty windows
I never had the courage to woo her directly,
I bought the CD with his favorite song
I raised the volume to maximum, but with four seconds behind her –
someone rings the doorbell, go to open, you wait here,
it may be the cat…

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