Out of the Queue

Ionuț Tuhoarcă
The most unpleasant moment is when I drop my glasses between the bedside table and the bed. The only one who comforts me is our dog, Pongo, who I found one evening scrounging through the rubbish. Sometimes, he sticks his paw in and boops, he deftly pull them out. Other times he fails and tells me. Forget it, we'll try tomorrow. And how am I supposed to read on TV? I will read to you. Did you forget I'm in fourth grade? Yes, you Pongo, that's me, blind and brainless at the same time. We're going to bed. The movie's starting. He puts on his glasses and starts to clatter.

Gheorghiță Mircea
The most unpleasant moment is when I drop my glasses between the bedside table and the bed. The only one who comforts me is our dog, Pongo, who I found one evening scrounging through the rubbish. Sometimes, he sticks his paw in and boops, he deftly pull them out. Other times he fails and tells me. Forget it, we'll try tomorrow. And how am I supposed to read on TV? I will read to you. Did you forget I'm in fourth grade? Yes, you Pongo, that's me, blind and brainless at the same time. We're going to bed. The movie's starting. He puts on his glasses and starts to clatter.
 
 Florina Hegedüs
As in a tragicomedy revival, I'm facing with a baked clay with hot embers. The wood whimpers, beggint not to put it on the fire because it's the fibrous that's most precious. I'm not surprised, yesterday playing the guitar the C-note told me he's supperior to lower notes, thus[1]. Twin Hydrogen had just climbed up on the lip of the glass kicking in The Oxygen. The A radiated on the Alfa and Zero proclaimed itself The Universe. That would put the gilded roof on it, to be just a story without any readers, let's be honest. So I'm throwing the strip on the Möbius band and let it on fire.

(Translated by Florina Georgiana Țîncu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)