fuel

valeriu dg barbu

Trilingual text: English, Italian and Romanian

How are real my arms, hugging you?
Look at me, tell me what you see?
My poor embodiment is not only by the solar cells, right?
Not only shrapnel of the Big Bang…
is so much hesitation and painful search until the bone marrow for a drop of fuel that the vain
he burns him in a moment, and then another … and you do not know
all my arms, much more than you can see
they found you from the first moment and then perpetually
they embrace you as well as your flesh the your soul purple – golden
Do not ever ask yourself when you look in the mirror
why another face flashed, somehow, resembled with me…

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Quanto sono reali le mie braccia abbracciandoti?
Guardami, dimmi che cosa vedi?
La mia povera composizione non è solo dalle celle solari, vero?
Non solo…

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