Personal dawn – L’alba individuale – Zori personali

valeriu dg barbu

Trilingual text


The moon turns its back or unseen face to you, 
the tongue of a serpent unrolled on the dial, licks your hand,
you shudder, you feel pins in your heart or your heart is like a pin,
the imminent something is about to happen and it has the odor of miracle
the miniskirt of a cloud or a whitish wind gets tangled in the threads of your left eyelid,
from your lungs, immense, empty ball rooms, one can hear the muffled protests of the moment
gone without a dance with any major event as would have been the wish…
this dawn happened before, I recognize it, it aged a bit but it has the same fault,
It’s yours, not at all mine, because miracles happen often only to other people
I will stand as the alphabetical letter that like in a cocoon…


La Luna ti gira spalle o…

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