postscript

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quadrilingual post (english, italiano, magyar, română)

all the women in my life
I do not know to cry
are nestle so
in the absence and sometimes
they forget me out there
as an umbrella –
I write about them with caution
here on the edge of a book

I actually wanted written at least
one love poem –
and why should it be written? …
today no one reads
all are showing their wounds
left by the horses of Prince Charming

to the nights follows another night
and no one day is not lurking among…
flourished the spine of the book that
I hold in my arms from a life

from the land of absences come sometimes the letters
but always likely
someone is stealing
in my box is enormous spider
does not enter anything else

the drought hide one by one
the maps of the rains
sizzle a drop…

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that…

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That... (trilingual post)
.
those who listen
as the flower sings the hymn to the sky
who hears drawn swords in sheaths –
these playful petals
defying butterflies
to postpone to beating the wing which
would strike the glass of the sky
crush it

that knows what is the longing


Quello…
.
chi ascolta
come canta il fiore l’inno al cielo
chi ascolta le spade uscite dai foderi –
questi petali giocherelloni
sfidando le farfalle
di rinviare il battere ala che
avrebbe colpito il vetro del cielo
frantumarlo

quello sa cos’è la nostalgia


acela…
.
cine aude
cum cântă floarea imn cerului
cine aude săbiile scoase din teci –
aceste petale obraznice
sfidând fluturii
să-și amâne bătaia de aripă care
ar lovi sticla cerul
spărgând-o

acela știe ce-i dorul

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just for you

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Best wishes (trilingual post: english, italiano, română)

To all those who celebrate Christmas.
For those who would like to be able to celebrate Christmas.
But they are on certain events that hinder them.
For those who do not celebrate Christmas
Being of another faith
For those who, in secret, they are Santa Claus and helps others.
For those who need to forgiveness, and which would not have?
For you, dear friend, that beyond this rectangle of glass
From time to time we interact among ourselves and we think a sort of disinterested friendship, our only way to know us through it.
I Thank you
I pray with all the strength of heart to have health, love, prosperity, development.
To enjoy every moment when others will accept your gift
The New Year 2016 bring to you so much good as much you can bear
to be able to share this with…

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plasmodium

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trilingual post: english, italiano, română

on the scales of the sky
hang a mosquito heavier
than the soul of a child
Africa, viewed from up there
in the cupped hands clean of the gods
seems only a golden blot
a streak of grape must
we
those allegedly as being civilized world
we weigh the eternity of these children killed by disease
like a metaphor
plasmodium
In fact, passed all at the banality
and nobody
nobody thinks that
a drop of love could cure even the gods
their brilliant indifference
What you should do
when
I can not answer the gaze of glassy eyes
in the eyes of these children? …
order quickly a pizza
close all channels of news from Africa
to send a poem to the editorial staff
about the exaggerated price of diamonds to the stock exchange
and wait for the day of judgment
reconciled
behold, this is…

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the contrails of poetry – le scie di poesia – dâre de poem

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trilingual post: english, italiano, română – photo by Eiko Ojala

the air conditioning is
your whispers
your eyes
are walls of the room
the remaining
just imaginings

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l’aria condizionata è
i tuoi sussurri
i tuoi occhi
sono i muri della stanza
nel resto
soltanto fantasticherie

Eiko Ojala

aer coniționat
șoaptele tale
ochii tăi
sunt pereții odăii
restul
doar închipuiri

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clip

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triligual post: english, italiano, română

I would have pleasant this day
the life
if it were as a cigarette without filter
to be able to light it
at each end of

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mi sarebbe piaciuto questa giornata
la vita
se fosse come una sigaretta senza filtro
di poter accenderla
a ciascuna estremità

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mi-ar plăcea ziua aceasta
viața
să fie ca o țigară fără filtru
să o pot aprinde
la oricare dintre capete

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Nocturne (one) It is war Marie

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trilingual post: English, Italiano, română

Love, oh, love as a grenade
In one hand I keep nail
And in other grenade and no longer counting for up to seven
I have time to throw me down at the bottom than ever
to open a letter unwritten
to open a beer (like a grenade) to unbutton night
in all things, I find the impending implosion
you, gunpowder
I, gunpowder
love is a spark
I am the ex, you an ex
Marie is war and we are ammunitions that will wound the chest of the instant
take the nail a bit
until I will rolled up the foothills of the night
is the eighth sky, already?
(And as you wanted to touch the ninth)
It is war Marie

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Notturne – uno
È guerra Marie
L’amore, oh, l’amore come una granata
In una mano tengo il chiodo
E nell’altra la granata e non…

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my wishes for you

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trilingual post: english, italiano, română

for all those who have faith in Jesus, I wish you a Happy Christmas
to all the souls of all humanity I wish to have the hope alive always
to have a new year with new and lasting joys
Cristallo sospensione abete filetto
per tutti quelli che hanno fede in Gesù, vi auguro un Felice Santo Natale
a tutte le anime di tutta l’umanità auguro di avere sempre viva la speranza
di avere un nuovo anno con nuove e durevoli gioie

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pentru toți care au credință în Iisus vă doresc un Crăciun Binecuvântați
tuturor sufletelor din întrega umanitate le doresc să aibă vie speranța totdeauna
să aveți un an nou cu bucurii noi și durabile

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the eyes of God

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trilingual post: English, Italiano, Română

God has green eyes
and his hands have the smell of fir
otherwise
life would only
the reflection of a perpetual mourning

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Dio ha gli occhi verdi
e le sue mani hanno l’odore di abete
altrimenti
la vita sarebbe solo
il riflesso di un lutto perpetuo

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Dumnezeu are ochii verzi
și-i miros palmele a brad
altfel
viața ar fi doar
reflex unui doliu perpetuu

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segment of the echo

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Trilingual post: English, Italiano, Română

poetry is a door-egg or a key
a bizarre and intimate touch
as if to kiss on the lips thyself
.
first and only poetry was when
God
gave breath to a speck of dust – the echo increases
You have part of a sound, you’re sound, squatting in it and
to you is everything
.
you might think that now
I have described in these words the love
– is the same as

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segmento dell’eco
la poesia è una porta-uovo o una chiave
un tocco bizzarro e intimo
come se baciassi sulla bocca te stesso
.
prima e l’unica poesia è stata quando
Dio
ha dato il soffio a un granello di polvere – l’eco aumenta
tu hai parte di un suono, sei il suono, rannicchiandoti in esso e
ti è tutto
.
potresti pensare che
ho descritto da queste parole l’amore
– è…

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