Morning, coffee on the porch, sunrise lighting up the sea. Standing in a huge line, some ladies talking about a series. Brought the kids to play in the park, their loud laughter. A dog tearing my arm out, I'm helplessly watching. She's happy, dancing, smiling, she's close. I'm up high and scared and falling. Floating above a wonderful city, Veniparicelona.A pig devouring my left hip. Evening, smoking and reading poetry in my hammock, next to a fire. A raven gauging my eye out. I can see far away. Night.
(Translated by Eleonora Manea / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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