Sguardo (Italian translation)

Il mio sguardo è più vivido di tutta l’umanità messa insieme i liquidi scorrono dai miei occhi e mentre cammino piango e io piango e io piango. Il mio sguardo penetra nell’universo della terra – giù sulla terra ma è quasi come guardare fuori dalla nostra terra lontano guardando quel nero infinito … Il motivo […]

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There are some peoplemeant to be alone. I am one of them. It’s alright. Wave come and take me.Fire come and burn me.Wind come and fly me.Earth come and burry me. There are some people…meant to be alone.

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Crossing the grass

Poet’s Note: The only thing, which made me suffer so much, but in the same time grow as I never imagined before, was the time I spent alone – and this was most of my life. The little stream near the grape fields turns into a soft valley There once, tenderly, passed the water Now […]

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The Fall

I never cut myself the way I did right now and the water which is running through me, it never left such burning marks on my skin, the way it does right now the wrinkles on my face did never before look intense, just like right now and the heart never before screamed with such […]

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Poet’s Note: Looks like I am working faster than death; I translated two poems into English in one day. Two fists behind a pair of eyes. The desire for the deepest breaths, the confirmation of life somewhere in the air. Sometimes the eyes will light up on that deepest breath. occasionally. Wake up from your […]

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Poet’s Note: Finally I come to translate into English the short poem I wrote about one year ago in Greek. I am not even aware of the number of poems I already have created and even less of the lack of translation of these poems into various languages. Well, hopefully before passing out, I will […]

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The last hours

All I wanted to say is that do not wait for death finding you the way you were imagining it would find you even when flirting with the last hours everything will spin the way it was spinning before without any tragedy, without any changes. Now the children are playing, screaming for that flying object […]

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Porque empecé a olvidar pensamientos confusos para hacer y encuentra los placeres dentro del vacío: aparentemente dentro de la inactividad ¡crea imágenes y visiones con gran sed, una tras otra!   Es por eso que me encontré enferma en mi mente muchas veces – una pieza viva pero no eficiente, ya no funcional – entonces […]

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Vivete tutti in scatole. Vivo anche io in una scatola. La mia scatola è troppo piccola. Ma credo che le dimensioni della scatola non contino davvero. Rimane ancora una scatola.   A volte anche la mia scatola è scura. Ma immagino che la luminosità non abbia davvero importanza. Rimane ancora una scatola.   Queste sono […]

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Todos viven en cajas. También yo vivo en una caja. Mi caja es muy pequeña. Pero no creo que el tamaño de la caja realmente importe. Sigue siendo una caja. A veces, incluso mi caja está oscura. Pero supongo que el brillo realmente no importa. Sigue siendo una caja. Estas son las cajas que construimos […]

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