We stopped on the bridge. I took her hand in mine. I pulled her close to me. I looked into her eyes. This was perhaps the fifth or sixth time we saw each other in eight years. Sometimes for a few days, other times a few hours. I kissed her lightly. "Hi," I told her. "Hi and bye," she answered. Unrepeatable. Like a handful of corn puffs crushed against the roof of your mouth. It was time for the cathedral lights to be turned on. For them to be reflected in the water. For us to continue our journey towards the castle. "You know that the only fixed point in my life is you." She smiled. I said nothing.
(Translated by Cristina Fliter / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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