your true belief – la tua vera fede – adevărata ta credinţă

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Motto: 1 –Either we think we have freedom of choice, or destiny, together they can not be …
2 –Road to eternity, paradoxically, passes through at least one death…

What you saint: the coffee to morning,
impeccable stripe on pants,
the news in brief from seven o’clock,
the crowded subway, gate of institution, the card,
dentist appointments, a park bench,
the weekend spent at the only friend who supports you
and supports you, since you do not get more complaints about your problems…
What you have saint: the shopping cart in the supermarket,
the idea of church, watching her from the window of the bus, when you do not read the newspaper
and to you seems like a simple architectural element … What you saint:
collection of CDs, showcase with badges, the horoscope of the last page,
public own image, the chatter around your…

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poem with wounds – poema con le ferite – poem cu răni

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pass the children’s, supported in sticks, the times are lame,
that has been dragging their boots, too big, or … the road…
the street is a lanky hospital
they were born on a dial virused
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numb, insensitive, the mothers suspended in gangway
between block of former delusions and manufactory of dark
they live in a tear
the gland of hope is obstructed, she bleeds
everywhere is crucified Jesus, the only mercy, his eyes bent
towards the children, already born elders, they go; we shall suppose that become angels
when in fact they are there soldiers that defend the light
the wort of civilization flows slowly…
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we will have to reinvent the smile on the faces of the children,
the ones too powerful, by their good intentions, have abolished happiness to innocence
future is already an open wound
and Jesus … it seems, is no longer able…

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please – per favore – vă rog frumos

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I beg you, someone to make my acquaintance with me, I do not know me…
Who are, between everyone… so many “myself”, who am I without the body?
Who is the body, when I go away from him … sometimes?
Hey, make quiet – I say for the same “myself” – ye will not longer crammed
someday you’ll find the door closed, door non-door …
– But now, I wonder, who writes here? too learned to be the one that only read
please, someone, to show me on myself, thank you, – thrilled / ex thrilled …

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self3Vi prego, qualcuno di farmi conoscenza con me, io non mi conosco…
chi sono, tra tutti … tanti “io”, chi sono io senza il corpo?
Chi è il corpo, quando vado via da lui … a volte
ehi, silenzio – dico io per gli stessi “io” – non vi spingete…

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I am the robber – Io sono il ladrone – eu sunt tâlharul

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candle aura  I am the robber
but, how I find out if are at the left or to your right? …
I’m the one that flips over world this the cup of venom, or
I’m the one forgiven, and I climb in paradise with thee? …
Thy resurrection, O Christ, disturbs the my meanings
from so much light, my blindness increases
how to I rejoice in this body of salt
how to I rejoice in my soul that descends hell…
I’m the robber …I took as a suppli, the courage by indifference
and I wore it with pride as a road, I thought I, the man,
I’m eternal, because they I’m the master to seconds …
that for the earth are his king and I can with the power
to learn, to defeat any mysteries and … oh,
I am the robber and… what I have kept of the…

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disenchantment – disincanto – descântec

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for forgetfulness,
for the fate hypocritical, for colours broken under the eyelash
for the worship of pagan gods and exorcised veins
to get you out of my illness,
I crush you with a kiss the whisper on that you wanted
to you say me, at bad hour
I to live as well lived
one second the flower that… you soldering then at chest,
I to get drunk as well Nikita and I to cry your right heel,
on you to I drink you as on a poison, as a cure took by at witch,
I to you bite, as on a bread and
with blood converted into oblivion, destiny greedy, the sad drunkenness
I to get drunk as well Nikita
to you I write lyrics on the handkerchief and … to I fall asleep in sleep the chemical
then, awakened
just a chink of beaker carved from the…

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you are this child – tu sei questo bambino – tu eşti acest copil

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this child, killed today
by indifference,
by favorable economic gaps for namely someone,
by weapons increasingly too professional
by ambitions and scientific experiments,
by industrial progress and by excessive chemical transformation of foods,
by anti-human laws and by political decisions and strategic
part of the national security … it could have been
it could have been the doctor that you would be saved from death
it could have been the one, who would lead by the arm if you would have become blind due your modern gluttony,
it could have been the genius that humanity has imperious need
it could have been the priest that officiate your funerals
it could have been a holy… and also be
into all those who today condemn children to death…
social systems are built at the feet of God Money
the rest is an immense, immeasurable hypocrisy…
this baby killed today, it’s…

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