an useless jar

Trilingual text: English, Italian and Romanian languages

my brain is a piece of crumpled paper
filled with too many errors, erasures and ink stains hostile
my veins are sterile vineyards
and my forehead, an airstrip for the fears
and you want me a man
when of fingers grow nervous nibs, and from my eyes, the distances
you hold me in his arms as if I were a jar that is always empty


un vaso inutile
il mio cervello è un pezzo di carta spiegazzata
riempito con troppi errori, cancellature e macchie d’inchiostro ostile
le mie vene sono vitigni sterili
e la mia fronte, una pista di atterraggio per le paure
e tu mi vuoi un uomo
quando dalle dita crescono pennini nervosi, e dai miei occhi, le lontananze
mi tieni tra le braccia come se fossi, un vaso sempre vuoto


un vas inutil
am creierul o coală de hârtie mototolită
mustind de prea multe erori, ștersături și pete de cerneluri ostile
venele sunt vițe de vie stearpă,
iar fruntea-i o pistă de aterizare spaimelor
și tu mă vrei om
când din degete-mi cresc penițe și din ochi depărtări
mă cuprinzi cu brațele ca pe un ol mereu gol



5 thoughts on “an useless jar

  1. Great post, keep up the good work. It would mean the world to me if you just came and checked out my blog and maybe even give it a follow if you like what you see! Thank you.


  2. I liked the image of the brain as a crumpled piece of paper. I can visualize it actually looking like that, particularly with some of the frustrations that we endure.


  3. Nice! Unseen shadows reflections and refracted light are reality too. Someone has to illustrate this and this is the nature of our art.


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