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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=124426" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Disconnect</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">and if the server crashed<br>would I still be a poet?<br>and if the Internet crashed suddenly <br>in the whole wide world,<br>who’s going to ever hear of me?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I would like a law<br>to forbid poetry in public,<br>to have to go in specially designed places<br>with a pencil and a piece of paper<br>to write only for myself<br>as if my poem were<br>an engagement ring<br>a vow for love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’ve been hurting my soul <br>on a piece of paper<br>in a puddle of words<br>you call it clichee<br>a hole <br>or a whole lot of nothing</div><div style="margin:10px 0">while poetry is<br>a crosswalk <br>between life and death</div><div style="margin:10px 0">or a wild boar chased by bullets<br>in a pristine forest</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My writing is not <br>a simple pastime <br>but a dedication for God<br>Who sometimes puts his palm<br>on your forehead<br>Woman</div><div style="margin:10px 0">even if Life is a hospital<br>where people treat you<br>with drops of Indifference<br>while Death counts souls </div><div style="margin:10px 0">if the Internet crashed<br>I would walk barefeet in the dust<br>to feel the cold body of my ancestors</div><div style="margin:10px 0">or I would shave my head<br>so that nobody notices<br>how beautifully it snows</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I would stop this talking<br>(a whole lot of nothing)<br>and I would kick you<br>where it hurts the most<br>to prove you<br>how much I love you</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was born on Google<br>everybody knows<br>and I endlessly seek<br>a place<br>to confess</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ionu%C5%A3+Caragea">Ionuţ Caragea</a> from <i>M-am născut pe Google</i>, translated by Ioana Tirtirau<div class=q>
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