The first Valentine a week after we met. He told me he was giving me the present in the bedroom. We obediently covered the festive dinner and took only the glasses of champagne with us. He took a bottle out of the disproportionately large bag: dandelion tincture. He took my feet and began to anoint each toe. He apologized that it was still winter and the dandelion leaves are yet to grow in the kindergarten outside the building. He then began to suck them close to the blood. He told me he couldn't do otherwise. When he touched my mouth, it set my teeth on edge.
(Translated by Carla-Marina Ştefănescu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficţiuni Reale.