translated from Romanian by Nigel Walker & Loredana Matei [MTTLC student]<\/p>\n
#super hero<\/strong><\/p>\n (…) no one knows that I am a super hero # the city wants me to screw his women<\/strong><\/p>\n He wants to undress them all The city wants me to protect<\/p>\n The city wants me to use gel <\/p>\n He wants me to travel in his opulent cabs The city knows I\u2019m dying<\/p>\n The city wants to show me something<\/p>\n He wants me to buy cigarettes and coke The city has thousands of complicated The city wants me to use expensive perfumes<\/p>\n He wants me to write about him<\/p>\n The city has many flat screens The city wants me to believe in myself<\/p>\n He wants me to give him money<\/p>\n The city wants me to be the owner The city has thousands of traffic lights and parking spaces<\/p>\n He wants me to have a sports car The city wants to give me head<\/p>\n The city has beautiful coffins for the dead ones The city takes care of me<\/p>\n He wants me to smoke weed The city loves me for what I am<\/p>\n The city wants me to dance<\/p>\n The city wants me to imagine and innovate<\/p>\n The city wants me to eat in his restaurants<\/p>\n The city wants me to have children with his women The city wants me to have a big pension<\/p>\n The city has gym halls The city wants me to look good<\/p>\n #gesture<\/strong><\/p>\n I have been smoking for nine years, four square metres into the yard this earth has inherited thickness nothing has changed in nine years maybe only that I pull harder from my cigarette <\/p>\n nothing new,only the same pantomime that I perform # Error 1791<\/strong><\/p>\n Lately A few days, a week or maybe more I wake as what they call a healthy person I hear voices if I want to, each more bizarre I am everything at once and the merest nothing I\u2019m a cancer, I\u2019m a psychosis, I\u2019m anxiety I am sick of something no doctor could tell me about I don\u2019t know what to do, I examine them, one by one, carefully A simple patient, searching for his disease and it\u2019s name #emo<\/strong><\/p>\n The washing machine is shaking I download movies at 4mps I watch VH1 I spent my last money on some huge bags of # I\u2019ve been thinking about a beer since three hours ago <\/strong><\/p>\n I\u2019m thinking about the bottle In three hours I repeated so many times the word beer that # brasov, 7 km<\/strong><\/p>\n there is a place where you can see the entire town people are small, you perceive them, you invent them if you turn around too suddenly you might believe that after the corner there\u2019s a huge store I think that God # I once saw an angel in Colentina<\/strong><\/p>\n it was about 4 o\u2019clock in the morning then you came along<\/p>\n you weren\u2019t aware of anything you tell me that you are about to became a successful woman your dream was to teach the baboons to play tig among the lianas<\/p>\n then you told me something about here<\/strong><\/p>\n now that I have seen the world a garden full of weeds now the only great thing and the single sureness translated from Romanian by Nigel Walker & Loredana Matei [MTTLC student] #super hero (…) no one knows that I am a super hero A few might suspect it, but they wouldn\u2019t bet a cookie. 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\nA few might suspect it, but they wouldn\u2019t bet a cookie.
\nI am a super hero and I light my joint
\nAs a super hero does,
\nFrom a carbonized old trout,
\nAn ex literature teacher
\nretired three years ago.<\/p>\n
\nIn his buildings
\nIn his apartments <\/p>\n
\nHe wants me to hurry<\/p>\n
\nAnd a cell-phone with a smart camera<\/p>\n
\npipes and sinkholes
\njust to take away my excrement
\nSomewhere I can\u2019t smell it<\/p>\n
\nMany shop windows
\nMany churches and many casinos
\nMany dogs<\/p>\n
\nOf an important company<\/p>\n
\nIn which I could drive all the women
\nHe wants me to screw<\/p>\n
\nThe city has emergency numbers
\nHe has hospitals<\/p>\n
\nHe wants me to drink good wines
\nAnd draft beer <\/p>\n
\nThat I shall send to his schools and wars<\/p>\n
\nThe city has psychologists
\nRehab centres and morgues<\/p>\n
\nA cigarette ot two, every night
\nin the same place<\/p>\n
\nfrom Colentina,
\nwhere I keep spinning.<\/p>\n
\nno blade of grass grows here
\nno tiny being approaches<\/p>\n
\nI wear 44 now and my foot won\u2019t grow any bigger <\/p>\n
\nthe only sign, that in this yard
\nsomeone is alive.<\/p>\n
\nI have been ill of all diseases
\nAnd suffered all possible phobias
\nIt\u2019s sufficient to hear about them as I pass by
\nOr just read a line about
\nTheir symptoms<\/p>\n
\nI suffer, like a dog, from anxieties and pain which are not mine<\/p>\n
\nAnd I go to bed a schizophrenic<\/p>\n
\nDemonic and angelic simultaneously
\nI feel there is no atom
\nOf hate or love, wood or reinforced cement
\nThere is no sexual intercourse and no murder
\nIn which I am not present too.<\/p>\n
\nI am sane and totally mad
\nI live in hours when I walk the road
\nAnd centuries when I walk my mind<\/p>\n
\nThe mad beauty of this world and its sickness
\nThe envy, the frustration, the fear
\nA hero who hasn\u2019t found his battle yet
\nThat which will make him immortal
\nAn arrogant humbler<\/p>\n
\nI am happy for no reason, sad so that I sink to my knees
\nFor fear there might be places without music<\/p>\n
\nTo see which suits me<\/p>\n
\nWhat do you have for me, healthy people?<\/p>\n
\nMy clothes are im pec ca ble
\nI repeat to you im pec ca ble
\nI have already put them through three times
\nI\u2019m just waiting for the smell of solitude to rinse out
\nThat they have caught<\/p>\n
\nAll the movies
\nAll of them
\nAre made for me<\/p>\n
\nOn mute
\nI don\u2019t have the power to listen to slow songs
\nI\u2019ve learnt not to take risks with lyrics that
\n Could remind me of anybody<\/p>\n
\nPlastic sheeting
\nI spread them all over the house
\nI will collect each hair that falls
\nEvery piece of dead skin
\nI will create from the pickings
\nThe best imaginary friend<\/p>\n
\nI\u2019m thinking about the color of the bottle at the right temperature
\nI\u2019m thinking of the pub where I\u2019d drink it
\nof the store from where I\u2019d buy it and the salesman\u2019s face
\nof his hand which will open to receive the money
\nmy yellow opener from the drawer
\na glass taken randomly
\nSince three hours ago I\u2019ve been thinking of what it means for me the word beer
\nAbout whom it reminds me and about whom it doesn\u2019t
\nI\u2019ve been thinking about the wild drunks,
\nAbout Niculae\u2019s goal from more than 40 m away when nobody thought
\nThat Rapid will eliminate Hamburg<\/p>\n
\nIt wouldn\u2019t make any sense
\nIf I get up and go
\nTo take one. <\/p>\n
\nthe world is perfect, so quiet
\nand you feel as if you can sweep up everything in only a second<\/p>\n
\nyou give them names
\nyou buy them some cheap clothes
\nsome appliances
\nyou select a pet
\na favourite bar
\na childhood rather unhappy
\n(they will never know the fate that you have decided for them)<\/p>\n
\nlike the time you have two brilliant ideas
\nand forget them both
\nbecause you do not know which one you should choose<\/p>\n
\na supermarket from where you can buy everything on tick
\nwithout ever coming back and<\/p>\n
\nThe way he should be- whether he exists or not
\nGod must be really great,
\nAnd damn funny.<\/p>\n
\nI had been running out of battery, of money and of cigarettes
\nI was playing on a bench with my own breathe
\nI kept blasting from my mouth into my nose the acute smell of jack<\/p>\n
\nyou were proud that you had made 18 years old, that you were wearing D on your bra
\nand that you had graduated highschool with seven<\/p>\n
\nand you would be leaving to befar away in africa and live
\nthe rest of your life in a straw hutch
\nalongside a black man with whom you would
\nstroll into the jungle on an elephant.<\/p>\n
\na well-known case of murder from our neighbourhood
\nyou were frightened
\nbut were amusing yourself at the same time by the fact that it could be me.<\/p>\n
\nas it really is<\/p>\n
\nthat bind to the most fragile
\nand beautiful flowers
\nthat rapaciously cover their morning sun light
\nand suck their life slowly root and branch
\nuntil they drain,<\/p>\n
\nthat I am aware of
\nis that love really exists and
\nthat it may begin right here.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"