I do not write more – Non scrivo più – Nu mai scriu

valeriu dg barbu

Trilingual post, translations by me

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Some confuse love like a virus and the falling in love… a fever
Some an electrical load, others a nuclear
The poets are throwing in the sublime, the pessimists in the drudgery
The mystics say… is a transcendence in the subject of love
Instinctively …everyone looks up to the sky
.
the word is used so much, love, that its meaning escapes us
between the letters as a honey wasted, not tasted…
the mute, the deaf, the blind …love probably more, as true priests or
like the farmers on the fields
.
sophisticated technologies and the hunt for symbols occupies us all the time
in wich …we could love
Look, I do not write more, time is becoming less and less…

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Alcuni confondono l’amore come fosse un virus, l’innamoramento una febbre
Alcuni un carico elettrico, altri uno nucleare
I poeti lo sta gettando nel sublime…

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