I have a wife as bad and skinny as the stick she sometimes hits me with, to make me worthy and rich. Where the big ship is, she yells. I picked grapes from it and left it in the sun. Why? On the blade-sharp voice she laughs slices, slices of insults. I shut up and let her taste: what I like. The green eyes like agurida twinkle: give me more, I've never seen anything like it. Among the hiccups, she makes plans: the neighbours will give us three chickens in return. I pull her tits, kiss her and other things. We will get rich, and the village will not be the same.
(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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