Her name is Alexia, you won't find out anything else. And then he left. I called my husband: Listen, when are you going to be responsible? Do you even know that Răzvi is declining? His little notebook is full of marks of 5; infinite absence and I found meters of sheets in his backpack. At biology, love. He's applying to UMF, don't you remember? That being drove him crazy. Do something because I can't do this anymore. Emil pays for the beers calmly, and pats him on his shoulder: Have fun, boy. Love. In a couple of years, these papers won't even help you, but the first love is guru for your heart.
Iulia Anastasia Roșca
I did everything my therapist had told me to do, including the list of pros and cons of why i should end my relationship with him. It's toxic, she said to her. A love to die for, I told her while I wait for him and hope to remember at least some of the arguments that were against our hugs. How unfair life is, why do we have to be the toxic ones when we love each other so much? That's not love, but who the hell defines love, because I am sick of it? The conflict inside of me simmers, the wine quivers through my veins, I can't wait to kiss him.
Alex Caragian
You know what? he was looking at him like he was seeing a mirror, I don't like copycats. I am tolerating fans. Achilles continued to thrive through them. They are idolizing you. I've always had all the serial killers. Which ones are degenerated? To admire something that even most us, the beasts, hate, it gives you something to think about the human condition. When you try to become the imitator of the one you copied the work into yours, you realize that reality it's not really vast for both. But the trunk is. At least for an impersonator.
(Translated by Maria-Ilinca Darie / 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 Ficțiuni Reale.