Lacrima mortis

what hurts more than the lack of pain
two eyes are fighting each other
on an uncried tear

poem by Ionuţ Caragea (2008), translated by Dan Costinaş
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Surviving The Game

time…
its hands never tremble
it is slowly passing its scalpel on our faces
like a serial killer in love with its art
only my hands tremble
when I try to shave
I always say to myself
today I have to be more beautiful
perhaps I will meet the sublime
I have been wearing the same clothing
for a lifetime my word
I walk the streets laughing
perhaps I will disappear in this clatter
and time will lose me from sight
yet people turn back to their homes
I am left alone facing the destiny
my hands tremble with love
I am surviving the game where people hide
after each sunset my hands are trembling
a bow to you

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poem by Ionuţ Caragea from Donator universal (2007), translated by Ioana Tirtirau
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Disconnect

and if the server crashed
would I still be a poet?
and if the Internet crashed suddenly
in the whole wide world,
who’s going to ever hear of me?

I would like a law
to forbid poetry in public,
to have to go in specially designed places
with a pencil and a piece of paper
to write only for myself
as if my poem were
an engagement ring
a vow for love.

I’ve been hurting my soul
on a piece of paper
in a puddle of words
you call it clichee
a hole

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poem by Ionuţ Caragea from M-am născut pe Google (2007), translated by Ioana Tirtirau
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