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'we will find it we will bind it
we will stick it with glue glue glue
we will stickle it every little bit of it
we will fix it like new new new'
(The Mending Song, Bagpuss)
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your stripes are trembling in pink
the sun is still away
I hold you tight and then I think
'..this is our saddest day'
'..he climbs a tree, I bet' I say
'or scoffs up jam on toast'
but you just turn your nose away
and meaow to me: '..get lost!'
„tell the world that I’m coming home”
as if life would lie beyond the bars
of a city just as bleak as you
I feel that I cry after a corpse
who leaves the awning
for the last time
I want to cling onto him
to kiss him on the mouth
in the hope I’ll be kissed back
my love flies over centuries
you’ll not be here to slash my words
nights shall be luminated
in a glass of water from moldavia’s head
I’ll keep jolting my fingers in seeds
and I shall never cry
on the shoulder standing in line behind you
translated by Corina Papouis
you remember the corridor?
the corridor which carried our footsteps
like a golden chariot King Ahab
it took forever to understand
the white piano’s tune
our heart beats put it to shame
with every passing moment
we reached the room
turned the knob
the walls had pearled silky paper
carefully designed for dream catching
and we knew
there was no exit for love
no stairway, no door
no way out through the narrow balcony
but in each other’s arms
your mouth stilled
by mine
a wet gift from
the sea
forgotten words
I remember
your hands talking to me slowly
I was wondering if the scarf made last year
feels warm and soft to your neck
holding above the chin I have bitten and kissed
or
if the Victorian blanket I knitted
covers well your knees
the ones I caressed when they were sore and bruised and bleeding
or
if you’re still listening to
the carol I sang in a lower key
come on in
the coffee has been steaming in the union jack cup
for a while
take of your coat
the cookies (can you smell them?) are
ready
sit down
I shall lay my best hand-made napkin
on your knees
open the book
at the page where he never leaves again
and read it
to me
Il desiderio è scivolare in sé,
è un ombelico interno che concentra
ogni energia, la rapida che preme
sul pettine ruggente della diga.
È scrimolo infernale, il punto-crisi
dell'acqua che sprofonda verso i quieti
allegretti del fiume. Ma mi si stringe
crudelmente la morsa del salto.
Traducere: Dănuţ Grădinaru
Impulsul săriturii
Dorinţa e alunecare în sine
dine with me tonight said the dark angel
fear not for yours is the wisdom
let me taste sadness from this plate in front of you
and drink from thy glass of sorrow
(have you seen the mortals laughing
so grotesque in their so called happiness?)
sadness only brings beauty
yes we are bound for eternity
me as a guardian of your soul
you as keeper of my visions
fair enough dare i say
walk with me into the polar night
cold is the new heat
didn’t you know?
you like to watch blood penetrating the snow
do you want to touch it?
the climate will change
the oceans shall rise above our chins
and turn our fur to white
the sun shall linger under the horizon
patiently restrained by strings of darkness
the sun shall never come up!
walk behind me, the winds are strong here
The Great Art overlooks the killing, that is a spoiling of the eunuchs
Instead she watches the breaking of a finger, and
The Great Artist always chooses the little one.
It’s a fact. Every woman is, from head to her little finger
An impossible being. Therefore her breaking is a gift
You have it or you don’t, the rest is about exercise
Vieni amore!
Vieni a riempire questo vuoto profondo
che mi fa addormentare tra le righe.
Tu che sei la mia vita, il mio dono,
la mia passione.
Sei l'anima...
Vieni amore!
Vieni per il nostro viaggio così innocente,
così tenero che non può aspettare; non può tacere.
L'attesa è un lungo tunnel verso la luce
ed io ti chiamo
con l'anima...
Vieni amore!
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