old house – vecchia casa – bătrâna casă

valeriu dg barbu

trilingual post


just five minutes
I went to buy something
outside the people were without roads, they seeped such as the stains,
or the thaw …
In the shop, on the shelves were only sellers
and greasy windows with ads of advertising
so disappointed I returning home,

the small window on the my inbox reflected me a teenager
I climb easily
the door obeys to the key, but
suddenly everything inside is old, too old,
I lost centuries, or I have the wrong house…
everything is covered in white linen, thick dust and spiders …
if I’d had the courage to break the mirror, I would be found
the products for which I went to buy
but I took the trace in the dust, to the Fata Morgana


solo cinque minuti
sono andato a comprarmi qualcosa
fuori le persone erano senza strade, scivolavano come delle macchie
o disgelo…
nel negozio…

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Published by monalisachong

Every one agrees that life is fleeting. And that life is change. It never stays the same. I am a believer of choice, of opportunities embraced and lost, I dictate what happens to me. This makes me hopeful, makes me dream, gives me courage and clears my realm. And I hope to share how change affects my life.

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