between the worlds not parallels enough – tra i mondi non abbastanza paralleli – între lumi nu îndeajuns de paralele

valeriu dg barbu

trilingual post, translations by me

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the smell of the world rises above
as the misunderstood prayers, stereotyped as something like a whispered …
.
hum of planet and creaking of toothed wheels with broken teeth, collide in the ears of the sky
a monotonous music, irritating
.
mottled colors which increasingly extends besieging blue, it shows up there
a irreversible waste as a cancer
.
the taste of the clay do not know it… those in too up, and they imagine bitter salts,
is really just a bread yet raw
.
the fingertips and the soles at who is too up are holograms rarefied
would not feel as we… when we touch the sky
.
here, down, there’s only one thing that spreads confusion, we do not know which would be the harmony
between the spirit and clay, we see wrong just a fight

because the worlds are not perfectly…

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