trilingual text the woman with haired of chalk, she wearing for me a concretely love the her worries him confer prestige, her sadness is out in vacation they all it seems handy, because in love there is no guilt always with smile passes through days, with your luggage by sterile happenings she knows… Citește mai mult the woman with haired of chalk / la donna con i capelli di gesso / femeia cu părul de cretă
trilingual text .pamphlet . the harlequin enters the scene, a solemn moment he immediately noticed that in the room, full however, was not even a baby stood motionless an eternity of a second, then simultaneously tried to mimic and the flight and the humiliation a sharp silence he had taken control of the universe swallow… Citește mai mult infusions of confusions / infusioni di confusioni / infuzii de confuzii
trilingual text Motto: perhaps, in the forest, trees do not quarrel for the sap of the Earth and the blade of grass is praying for light, more assiduously than me . a door with two thresholds and between them… my life I’m keeping with the nails by hopes, oscillating between failures and powerlessness – This… Citește mai mult too big stake? / un rogo troppo grande? / o miză prea mare?
trilingual text Motto: „It was probably a mistake to get urge the crowd to seek the happiness’s …!” . When you start making marks with a pen on your hand is happiness? … When you remember everything you’ve written at entrance examination, but you not remember what you had for breakfast, is happiness? … When… Citește mai mult metamorphosis … in the pain of childbirth / metamorfosi… nei dolori del parto / metamorfoze …în dureri de facere
trilingual post . for us to count our certainties, should we have the chemical formula of love the doubts carry us with hesitant steps, blind, forward – often, we go forward; we look back and if we could look back, up to the maximum, if we got even right behind ourselves, here is the end… Citește mai mult without doubts / senza dubbi / fără dubii
trilingual text . I recite a poem at the grocery store the grocer immediately called an ambulance I recite the same poem in the ambulance, the assistants, laughing I leave to go away . this is the text: „ye will not ever have so many flying horses, as have… the poets therefore, there ye will… Citește mai mult smaller events, with unpredictable end… / eventi minori, con finale imprevedibile … / întâmplări minore… cu final imprevizibil
trilingual tas an empty plastic purse, drifting through electrified masts…and concrete fake trees like a cloud quickly, above the factories’ ruins as a forgotten promise as a seduction – inherent, followed by an abandonment – I dare to breathe the steam of pubs, smoke of ovens – are watertight… the steam from the sighs of… Citește mai mult Urban Hermit