translated by Stella Davis & M\u0103d\u0103lina Mo\u0163 [MTTLC student]<\/p>\n
Surrogate of the rain<\/strong><\/p>\n no one is interested in politics anymore everybody writes about them, about love stories and affections, nature has been praised and described in rhymes there are a lot of things which have to be made, we all know this but I haven\u2019t read one about the door which keeps me away Surrogate of life<\/strong><\/p>\n it got into your head that it hurts and you thrust it out of the window Surrogate of red<\/strong><\/p>\n you have a mad friend I\u2019m talking about you<\/p>\n Hey, I make you famous, why would you get upset?<\/p>\n Surrogate of the future<\/strong><\/p>\n everything is going to be all right # translated by Stella Davis & M\u0103d\u0103lina Mo\u0163 [MTTLC student] Surrogate of the rain no one is interested in politics anymore the poem about it burnt in \u201889 so no, another theme everybody writes about them, about love stories and affections, dreaming and afterwards crying and cursing and almost everyone gives up<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[731,77],"tags":[1152,1123,628,116,627,312],"class_list":["post-6724","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-egophobia-31","category-english","tag-egophobia-31","tag-english","tag-madalina-mot","tag-sorin-mihai-grad","tag-stella-davis","tag-translation"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DakB-1Ks","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6724","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=6724"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6724\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11286,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6724\/revisions\/11286"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=6724"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=6724"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=6724"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nthe poem about it burnt in \u201889
\nso no, another theme<\/p>\n
\ndreaming and afterwards crying and cursing
\nand almost everyone gives up<\/p>\n
\nto which no one can add anything
\nwithout happening on some classic<\/p>\n
\na lot have been told in cut phrases
\nand sold as poems<\/p>\n
\nfrom the world, no one knows that without it anyone could see
\nif I tried to open it<\/p>\n
\napparently to cry in the rain
\nwithout observing that your neighbour upstairs
\nis shaking out
\nthe last drops of the extinct urination
\nhorrible!- you shall say -but how else could it be?
\nyou are so me that it makes me believe
\nthat I am talking to myself
\nin fact I am writing to myself
\nyou were happy so you damped your digression
\nwith a grimace and a thought
\nevoking the eternal depression which protects you from the world
\nand from yourself
\nyou considered yourself common and you wanted to reinvent yourself
\nthrough your favourite death
\ninside yourself
\nand the smoke you hear is not your burning brain
\nnot even the burning world
\nit\u2019s just the void you foster greedily
\nif only you knew how to\u2026
\nbut what would be the purpose of it?
\nyou would even ask yourself this;
\nyou are thinking of getting drunk, but you postpone it for tomorrow
\nyou should buy yourself a mirror
\nso that there was someone who could see your pain
\nnamely your idiocy
\nor your genius if you prefer<\/p>\n
\nhe saw his brother dying
\nhe jumped down when the water
\nhad just left
\nsome cliffs
\nor something like that, you know it better
\nyes, you introduced him to me, yes, there was something strange
\nabout him, yes, I wouldn\u2019t recognize him
\nbut you know that I have a mad friend, too
\nhe must have jumped down several times
\nas I know he would do
\nbut he had no scratch afterwards
\nhe can take out of his head more than
\nblood and a bunch of damaged brains. <\/p>\n
\nyou will be happy
\nthe sun will shine just for you
\nevery you will be read as a plural
\nwhenever you may wish this
\n with an inherent happiness
\n (all we have to do is multiply some copies
\nbut this will be solved)
\ndo not tell me about pollution
\nit will self-destruct
\nrain? Only over the crops
\ntv will offer you what you didn\u2019t even imagine that you wanted
\nthe alphabet will start from wherever you would like
\nout of the tap it will run whatever you would like at that moment
\nyou will wake up when you desire
\n(the alarm clock cannot strike!)
\nin order for you to enjoy everything
\nand to contemplate this tomorrow
\nfar more than perfect
\nwhich raises only one problem
\nit doesn\u2019t come
\nlet\u2019s hope that this is just for now <\/p>\n
\nfrom the poetry collection SUROGAT<\/em> [Herg Benet Publishers, 2010]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"