Only at the divorce did she tell him she loved him. Not once during their three year old marriage did those magic words deflower her lips. She thought physical love was the strongest superglue. He put poetry first in their relationship, but he was too shy and candid. To tell it to her straight in his verses.The mismatch in character and incongruity in the astral plane became apparent when he got stuck in the elevator with a neighbor.She said he's Black Mars, and he said she's Retrograde Venus. During the divorce, she told him she loves him. He declared to the court: verba volant.
Paul Dârvariu
the school gazette, under the pen name Gigi Amoroso. In the last text, I formulated the statement of a problem about two perfect hemispheres tangent to the Oz axis. Under the two hemispheres, 45 centimeters away from the line uniting their centers, lies the basis of a isosceles triangle, its vertex pointing downward. The problem requires a demonstration that the C vertex of the triangle is the origin of the coordinate system to which all reactions of the observers are referred. I am curious to see if the Math teacher will figure out that this is a covert love confession.
Daniela Toader
I write in the past tense. Homecoming, nineteen eighty-nine. Four miss, Andrieș, one scene, a touch, they smile, they sing. I write in the present tense. North Railway Station, it's Thursday, it's evening. I take a bit out of my hamburger and gaze out towards the platform. Seven. Thirty years later. Thirty minutes delay. I write for the past tense's gazette. I write at random. The girl from Leu[1]. I am sorry I couldn't love you all. I leave a five lei tip. I toss the pen inside my bag. The intercity train to Brașov is ready to go.
[1] University campus in Bucharest.
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