An ear. Van Gogh's one. He hears me. At least it does. Some eyebrows. Firida's ones. Lifted. I do not understand why I do not change anything, world, even I complain about my shitty life. One table. Brâncuşi's one. This does really hurt. One brain. Leonardo's one. I want two convolutions. Maybe I reinvent myself. A voice. The Artist. The Question of you. By the way, who am I? A clock. Yes, an illusion. It passed. A self portrait. Rembrandt. I see myself as if I were in a broken mirror. One xanax. It's mine. I take one more of it. Monet. Impression, Sunrise.
(Translated by Teodora Stoian / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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