something wrong

valeriu dg barbu

Trilingual text: English, Italian and Romanian languages

a melancholic hobbit lives on my nape
hiding my pencil, pours the coffee on sheets scribbled
and gives with lime increasingly my temples while I sleep
the last time I dreamed about me without mouth and as he drew in his place
a cylindrical book, like a barrel – since then I have not slept
I’m at the barbershop, in waiting for my turn, I will ask to shave me on the head
a voice barely a whisper: something would be wrong to let the homeless
the little man in you, because you’ll never be great without him

qualcosa di sbagliato
un hobbit malinconico abita sul mio collo
mi sta nascondendo la matita, mi versa il caffè sui fogli scarabocchiati
e imbianca sempre di più le mie tempie mentre dormo
L’ultima volta ho sognato me senza bocca e come lui disegnava al suo…

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