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July 1, 2014. Trilingual text: English, Italian and Romanian languages (english version by Emanuel Patrascioiu). Do you think that only a few whispered prayers. Will be the price for hiring God as your ported day laborer. To carry your burdens. Or that they are used as a scythe for the sins. You have not worn the shirt of your neighbor; you have not nested on a tear. The road to hell is paved with good intentions, but it sits on the ground where. The owner is the indifference. Per portarti i fardelli?

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Facebook Street, number 17 | timidity

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July 1, 2014. Facebook Street, number 17. Trilingual text: English, Italian and Romanian languages. It’s hard until the world knows you, then,. Any hiccough of yours becomes lyrical. And each sweat smells like Chanel,. Your name counts now and not your opera []. The world wants to touch your relics,. And you, stubborn and shameless still remain alive. If a humble Willy Shakes lasts forever, it’s because. He didn’t have an account on Facebook,. That it recognizes him only as a street name, and anyway,.

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Ported day laborer | timidity

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July 1, 2014. Trilingual text: English, Italian and Romanian languages (english version by Emanuel Patrascioiu). Do you think that only a few whispered prayers. Will be the price for hiring God as your ported day laborer. To carry your burdens. Or that they are used as a scythe for the sins. You have not worn the shirt of your neighbor; you have not nested on a tear. The road to hell is paved with good intentions, but it sits on the ground where. The owner is the indifference. Per portarti i fardelli?

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It hurts me every letter buried in this sheet of paper | timidity

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June 26, 2014. It hurts me every letter buried in this sheet of paper. Trilingual text: English, Italian and Romanian languages. Writing is an alembic in which. My body rotten is distilled. Brandy it want poetry. Writing should to heal fears. And not to increase them. Will come a time when letters will be blind and the sheet. They will not find even leaning on the pens as in a white stick. Mi fa male ogni lettera sepolta in questo foglio. La scrittura è un alambicco in cui. Grappa si vuole una poesia.

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fed up of weariness | timidity

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June 27, 2014. Fed up of weariness. Trilingual text: English, Italian and Romanian languages. Imagine a waiting room, smelling of alcohol and urine. Or a gang dedicated to breaking the thread of the mind, the school of life, here,. Among the failures that claim auras of celebrity,. Slumbers, vegetate, the generator of courage you just have visited a ruin. The museum, not yet opened, of the unique my real self. No traces of ex enthusiastic beginnings boost. Il museo, non ancora inaugurato. You are comment...

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Kissy ants swarming on the streets | timidity

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June 27, 2014. Kissy ants swarming on the streets. Trilingual text: English, Italian and Romanian languages. Today, to know the world that you exist, you must shout. To walk with the infatuations in leash, with pedigree certificate. To have grimaces, chosen and matched, for occasional clashes with anonymous,. Because everyone else is, inevitably, so. Today, to have a future, you must kill any altruistic intention. Remaining, who knows how, through a dusty nook of your enormous Self. And posted in articles.

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too soft | timidity

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June 27, 2014. Trilingual text: English, Italian and Romanian languages. Just when I learned to smoke. I don’t have money for cigarettes. When I learned to love. I no longer have girlfriend. When I tried to drink, it is dried the vineyard. And you still want to I do my penance. By accessing a program of salvation? Proprio quando ho imparato a fumare. Non ho i soldi per le sigarette. Quando ho imparato ad amare. Non ho più la fidanzata. Quando cercavo di bere, si è essiccato il vigneto. Nu mai am iubită.

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Adam, where are you hiding? | timidity

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July 1, 2014. Adam, where are you hiding? Trilingual text: English, Italian and Romanian languages. Today, we speak just about corruption. And is waiting with baited breath of rainy days. By sex and counting’s. Any work moved in the words. But all of those, and the first rain, had started. The day when Adam ignorant it accepted the apple. Nor the one, at least whole. Adamo, dove ti sei nascosto? Oggi si parla solo di corruzione. E si è in attesa col fiato sospeso ai giorni di pioggia. Per sesso e conteggi.

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June 26, 2014. Trilingual text: English, Italian and Romanian languages. Poetry is like the rain. Awaited, nutritious, reviled. It’s gets to the bone, then. You can even cough a while. Some will say that I have said here that poetry. It would be just rainwater. Because they like to wear than those umbrellas. With chemical formulas drawn up to do analysis. Able to immediately determine the percentage of acidity. You cannot live poetry just by listen the gusts on your forehead. Like a background noise.