This is the formula: dust from the furniture in which you kept your unpublished manuscripts, fleece from the sweaters in which you nestled in the evenings, splashes from your favorite Eden perfume, hardened fat from the pots in which you cooked my wonders, and finally a teaspoon breed from the ashes of the dog you brought to America with. I blew over the potion, because my breath remains part of you, it will bind the ingredients well and it will cure all cancer patients. I'm sorry I didn't think of that earlier, mommy.
(Translated by Emilia-Georgiana Călinescu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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