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Some people think they’re black locusts
and stand in the yard with their branches up,
waiting for doves.
If you're a black locust, you know what to do.
If you're a sock, you find a foot and sweat together.
If you're the Magna Carta Libertatum,
you go to the basement to avoid sun damage and you try
not to get moldy.
I, Mr. Gică, built a monument more ephemeral than air.
I, Mr. Gică, he who cuts that which grows
(except the nails)
gave simuls every time.
I, Mr. Gică, he who cuts hair, shaves, and curls
in six chairs,
always fought against time,
which I loved like a client,
I swept eternity,
that is, everything that does not rot
and gets balled up
in mounds
then in hill after hill
that is, hair.
Hair is humanity's greatest enemy.
Because it gets in our eyes.
Because it stops up our drains
and won't let water through.
Because it sticks its strands
into even the tenderest kiss
and makes lovers pick at their tongues
and become disgusted by their own love.
Therefore, sacrificing myself,
I, Mr. Gică,
he who loves all that grows
(except the nails and hair),
the barber who gives simuls,
I killed the apprentices,
because they wanted to repeat what which cannot be repeated,
that is, the ephemeral.
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