Day without a tomorrow

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The day that has just past is like
a lost virginity…
The imminent day, this tomorrow that has already appeared,
is like a bride…
The watch hands cancel unequal, in their transition stereotyped, unconscious,
entire quadrant
The days seem to meet somewhere inside of us
and haunt us in absentia
Until a day will come, one day only
that will not have a tomorrow…
And only love can save us from drowning in vain …so

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Il giorno appena passato è come
la verginità perduta
Il giorno imminente, quel domani già apparso
è come una sposa…
le lancette dell’orologio cancellano ineguale,
nella loro transizione stereotipata, inconscia, l’intero quadrante
I giorni sembrerebbero incontrarsi da qualche parte dentro di noi
e ci perseguitano in contumacia
Finche verrà un giorno, un giorno solo che
non avrà un …domani
E solo l’amore ci può salvare dall’annegamento invano ……

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carousel inverted… un carosello ribaltato… caruselul răsturnat…

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a hoary butterfly on the shell of moment
is resting to his soul, supported by a pestle

it rains foolish, shortly, descends paper kites
among branches slim, barely gives the bud

the perspectives are twisted like a haulm too from much sun
I am the picking, in the hard verb of autumn

I breathe cubical air, such as sugar from grandparents
and I sing of immortality in window… cleaned by fears…

this landscape… is between worlds, as I sit…
or between seasons, who fell in masticator

is a sign that a the big longing
has the clogged chimney of my mind, and trajectory of veins

a mixture of confusing and conflicting states
break the little peace obtained by my frequent death

a carousel inverted in heaven and overturned here
spins the blue apple, where I am worm impetuous and worthy

I want all…

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the coiled cube… il cubo a spirale… cub spiralat

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I have discovered a new therapy of the crisis:
the play an imaginary light on things, on shapes,
obtaining symbolic meanings

In the first, occurs with a simulator
you take a cube and breaks down in one dimension
imitating the suffering
shades obtained are tested on the spirals, spiral chaotic

the irony of fate, say, actually accepted
this at home or this community where you’re forced
to see the normality it tapering
almost disappears idea of object
and stay healed by the absence of any thing you want

Ugh, the symbols can be self-sufficient …but the light
you can not invent it out of thin air
So the game is finally only an optical illusion….

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Ho scoperto una nuova terapia di crisi:
il gioco di una luce immaginaria sulle cose, le forme,
ottenendo significati simboliche

In prima, si verifica con un simulatore
si…

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WordPress, the largest platform Blogger… WordPress, la più grande piattaforma Blogger… WordPress, ce mai mare platformă bloggers

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WordPress is (still) one of the biggest blogging platforms in the world.
This is an indisputable truth and archi-known.
WordPress is divided into two branches, one free with limited functions, and the other for a fee and with good tools.
The free branch is not really bad, has parts very laudable, but, but, but, since June of 2013, began to appear more and more problems.
You do not count “the views”, stats, in honest mode (as proof, I have an external counter that gives me different from other statistics do wordpress, leaving the impression that wordpress, steal, …I checked and tested with the blogger friends …in addition, careful observations ..)
Until recently, there have been problems with the “Like”, now, do not stick in all blogs, these “Like”
On some blogs, when you want to leave a “Like”, will open a new browser…

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The war of the Flies… La guerra delle mosche… Războiul muștelor

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With a huge flyswatter, I kill imaginary flies, imitating the gods or
the hands of clock that hunt my intentions, crushing them one by one
from the walls, imaginary, of course… The hardest part was
with a fly fat and old, you it named the Moon
the whip of the sun hits me on the neck, shoulders, leaving deep furrows
but I cannot stop; even more indomitable I hit the air, the light…
the shadow it sees me a fly, I became a fly, humble, I wait the flyswatter, here it is …arrives

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Con un enorme schiacciamosche, uccido le mosche immaginarie, imitando gli dèi o
le lancette dell’orologio che che caccia le mie intenzioni, schiacciandole una per una
dai muri, immaginari, naturalmente… La parte più difficile è stata
con una mosca grassa e vecchia, voi la nominate Luna
la frusta del sole mi…

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State of Siege in absolute… Stato d’assedio in assoluto… Starea de asediu în absolut…

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Eyes wasted in synthetic trees have the outline of soles
Here, wolves of wax lurk in my veins
where the oval exclamations bring siege …and the sun will not come today…
Approaching somewhere an eerie music
as a warrior marching of ants, or by leaves of carnivorous plants…
The wolves grow up, the soles are smarting, and the clock hands pass with a hot iron rod
to mark me the forehead, on shoulder, on the tongue – any form of resistance would be useless

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Occhi sprecati negli alberi sintetici hanno il contorno di suole
Qui, lupi di cera stanno in agguato alle mie vene
dove le esclamazioni ovali mettono assedio …e il sole oggi non arriverà…
Si avvicina da qualche parte una musica inquietante
come una marcia guerriero di formiche, o da foglie di piante carnivore…
I lupi crescono, le suole bruciano, le…

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Gotcha… Beccato… Te-am prins…

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Hey, wait, I know who you are, not turn the page, stay a while
I see you, you know!…
in this room with strange colors
between these branches, often misunderstood,
Look, we can also to touch us –
I, curled up in your hands
you, leaving you on my shoulder
You can laugh, you can cry, you can spit…
you can dream alone …like me
or dream with me
no, do not tell me
when you’re not – as so often – agreed with what I write
you just try to look
from the page towards you – now, you understand
Do you understand that I love you?

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Ehi, aspetta, io so chi sei, non voltare pagina, rimani un po’
ti vedo, sai!…
in questa stanza di strani colori
tra questi rami, spesso fraintesi,
senti, possiamo anche toccarci –
io, rannicchiandomi tra le…

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