Every night I dream about a figure of an imperfect, undefined woman, who invites me to carve her with my touch. Every night I work carefully, trying out various combinations of shapes and colors. I forget everything until morning, but I keep waking up overtired. Family days have become inexplicably boring and without knowing why, I look forward to seeing her again at nights. One night, I managed to finish (I was done to her left shoulder and shoulder blade). She turned to me smiling, holding a mirror in her arms.
(Translated by Iulia-Teodora Urea / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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