Just a play of lines and curves… – Solo un gioco di linee e curve… – Doar un joc de linii și curbe…

valeriu dg barbu

trilingual text: English, Italian and Romanian language

You cannot borrow a tear
even if you have one, you cannot bring it into the rope at the fair, screaming,
as with a heifer, to sell it at a good price
and to rely only on luck, coming home,
with the rope in hand, without soap,
and you always be… the same branch of that you is hanging triumphalist
you cannot live on the edges of your time
you to be entirely genuine and trivial simultaneously
like a forest of wires and shadows glassy
like a cocoon hanging from the beams of the non-happened
things are neither good nor bad, without ambition remaining
still to be made
to lock a tear on his cheek invisible in the mirror
and raise her as your new face
in which you yourself become his enemy and hero who wins
the verbs from the absurd and…

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