Dark hair, short beard, brown eyes, oriental appearance. Allah is mighty, I keep scrolling. Well-defined jaw, long fingers, the smile of a millionaire. I become a locomotive, I puff, steam comes out of my ears. Leather jacket, camouflage pants, boots. Not even brandy heats me up like so. Works as a photographer, loves to travel, dogs and beef soup. Drunk with happiness, I throw the cat out the window. Hallelujah, It's finally my turn too. Wait, what's that underneath? In a relationship with motherfucker John Smith.
(Translated by Cristina Stan / 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.