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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inert

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trilingual text

a particle of cold
slips deep in my bones, gelatinous

I take a handful of letters, all that I have, I sort them a pile
in the middle of the room, like the gypsies,
I find it hard to turn them, blowing, rummage with trembling fingers
I did, I managed

I managed a hell, all the heat and smoke goes up rapidly at
the girl with the eyes of wax
She smiles now, drunk of verses…
I still tremble
to scatter the ashes and then I you gather again
I wrap myself in them, maybe I’ll dream a phoenix and
nothing, that particle fled, taking with him the bones, dreams

The girl-smile-perpetual
yellowed, from a photo, it tells me that will be from now on… just so

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(foto de Stanislav Aristov)

una particella di freddo
scivola in profondità nelle ossa, gelatinosa

prendo una manciata di lettere, tutto ciò…

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Eulogy for the No. – Lode per… il No – Elogiu lui Nu

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Trilingual text

I want nothing
And should not even I continue here
The unit of measurement for the disgust is precisely this angle
Why to consume pleasantries – impulses?
Why do I worry about the loneliness of others, when my loneliness is authentic?
although do not entirely owns me in round herself
You can take all the things
I do not hang from any objects
The testament I wrote explicitly: your name, one by one
Take this haze called heaven, take the intake called existence
for some time …I exist in outside, ex-ist…
Here is no longer here, it swallowed of a beyond beyond, where even if I wanted to I have namely something
I do not have hands to grasp; I have no body, but only a fantastic opinion
Do not cry for me, not even hypocrites, I’m not dead, just that
I do not want anything at all…

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cubic numbness – torpore cubico – amorțeală cubică

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trilingual text

we are in congruence in the same space
stiffened in the air cubic –
on a shaft of light … growing doubts
without waiting to mature, we start to biting and
we love presumptively, gesturing involute and accurate
a random wind snatch us the answer before to understand
our behaviors are annular
repetitive until a perfect amnesia, then in this space here
we separates worse than any distance

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siamo in congruenza nello stesso spazio
induriti nell’aria cubica –
su un’asta di luce… crescono i dubbi
senza attendere di maturarsi, mordiamo e
amiamo presuntivamente, gesticolando evolvente e precisi
un vento casuale ci strappa la risposta prima di capirla
i comportamenti sono anulari
ripetitivi, fino all’amnesia perfetta, poi questo spazio qui
ci separa peggio di qualsiasi lontananza

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congruentăm același spațiu
înțeleniți în aer cubic –
pe-un vrej de lumină cresc dubii
nemai așteptând să se coacă, mușcăm și
iubim prezumtiv…

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Concerto in C major for an era and an ear – Concerto in Do maggiore per un evo e un orecchio – Concert în Do major pentru un ev și-o ureche

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Triligual text

the walls have more voice than ear
You know, Edgar has cancer, Eva fell in love with a
It is not true, it makes by money, supposedly that in today’s day it do transplant even of…
(washing machine squeezes contrabasses,
the vacuum cleaner barking to cats, a saucer of porcelain it gives the soul on the floor,
the dog, up, on top of the wardrobe, is throwing in the head)
the walls have more envy than concrete
You know, this ox of next door has taken a car, the sow of wife nor responds
to the hello and I think that… (washing machine
grumbles then pounding, becomes a jackhammer at the same time)
.
a roar of trucks, a rustling of the cars – I went out to the streets
I heal my hearing
I parked obliquely my disgust and …I run, run, and run batty
out of…

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The wounds of love unfulfilled – Le ferite d’amori incompiuti – Rănile iubirilor neîmplinite

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Trilingual text

Fine powders are dissolved from the sky oxidized,
it would seem that the sunset comes first for some,
or, themselves enter by mistake …who knows
.
a subtle breeze of perfume,
as it was once the detergent
brings a projection of a level overlapped, on a certain afternoon.
.
where I go to the first date: – She, a generic hologram,
it embraced more often as you might know –
the imagination is bold and natural, not like me shy, clumsy
.
the selfish emotion a sip it from all of a sudden
leaving me only the intention
– that still I did keep intact
.
tonight, here
from the dust of the miracles, I try to cleared Anna of the stones hidden long ago
in the stone-on-stone of a dream that you wanted to flawless – The youthfulness…
.
the gesture remains in the air, stiffened the…

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Crushes me – Mi schiaccia – Mă strivește

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trilingual text

you kiss me as if I were dead
with a tear hidden under the eyelid
and not for me
kneaded in hands a scarf imaginary … and would like you
to shake it, in some way, imminent, in a the definitive station
you give me everything
and, in fact, nothing
even if we are together and we walk in the same direction
our shadows go against
one quiet, another rebel, twisted
neither you nor want to see what are in your inside
how many eyes of men are skewered as in an Insectariums’
and also my
you never want to evoke (not even for you) the last bed
nor with who is happened
break the scarf with hands glassy, sharp,
you be able to build the station a secure one, if necessary
I guess you never smile
you do not believe in angels
thy gods you are rented…

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