The first one unexpectedly showed up one evening, when I was washing the dishes. The arrow playfully passed my ear and got stuck in a sponge. The second came through the window in a storm, stopped in the umbrella in the hanger. The next one killed a flower on my balcony, barely grown from anxiously planted seeds. I've lost track of the Cupids I'm being targeted by. I let them hit my chest, nostrils, ears, and mouth, I have 27 arrows hanging from my hands and feet, I use them to dry her colourful clothes, while I kiss her on the lips.
(Translated by Florina Șamata / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by prof. dr. Nadina Vișan / Edited by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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