I climb on the hill

valeriu dg barbu

trilingual post: english, italian and romanian

my childhood has melted in those day when my mother
it moved far away
to make me a tea of stars

my youth has been baked in one day
when the echoes to mother’s voice
hurt me

today, I’m tangled between hours… and I am counting the tears
on cheek …unseen for the mirrors
I climb on the hill for that makes signs to the sky, many crosses

raining glassy and hot – maybe, mom has overturned the kettle –
means that… its hands still trembling, she poor, trembles like me now,
the photos …of childhood


la mia infanzia si è sciolta nel giorno in cui mia madre
si allontanò
per farmi un tè di stelle

la mia giovinezza è stata cotta… in un solo giorno
quando gli echi dalla voce della madre
mi hanno ferito

oggi, sto aggrovigliato tra le ore …contando le…

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