I was stepping barefoot on the bosom of the darkness. We were both breathing heavily. A sea of mist was rising from his mouth, and it was suffocating me, covering my hips in dew. I took out my eyes and threw them in his eyes. Then I saw myself. A light in a lamp who did not allow itself to shine. I took my eyes back and threw them across the skies, across the azure waters and crested hills, bathed in the sun. There he was, just a tower composed of clay. His soul was climbed down. I ascend along with him, barefoot, with my hips covered in dew. At the end of the stairs his eyes are shining bright.
(Translated by Roberta Maria Gulerez / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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