I opened my own museum

I know the map with my eyes closed, there I am, in the library, my aunt lets me stay there as much as I want, between the shelves and dusty papers. Beyond there I am, with my fingers spotted by mulberries in purple, I hugged the entire trunk, I spoon with a stoned stag beetle of fear and I call I do not come down. On the right side, there are red rooms, there does my heart beat and hurt me, on the left side, there are blue rooms, there I float, fly and dance. I peek outside through the slightly open door and with my clenched teeth, I open it.

(Translated by Teodora Stoian / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)