I was four years old when I fell in love for the first time. I don't know his name anymore. He was blond, sleeping on my right. I remember the day I stole his kiss and Teacher punished us by making us sit with our hands in the snow. Ever since then, I've been falling in love without taking into account the colour of eyes or hair. Only with men. Drama Queen was written all over me. With time, they became rarer, increasing in intensity. Yesterday, for example, the Last one erupted. Woman. Petite. A fire of a human. She fell asleep on my left, on my chest.
Carmen Tot
I awoke at night, got out of the underwater cavern, checked the premises, and was alone. Where do you think you are? Sleeping, are you? I swooped in and pulled the other lobsters out of their burrows, tore off their shells, and ripped out their hearts, defeating them. Me. Afterwards, I mated with the strongest females. Wake up, I heard a voice so deep inside of me, I struggled to run, to crawl, to fly, and the voice still wouldn't quiet down. Wake up, I kept on hearing. And I woke up and I woke up and I woke up. Along with my consciousness.
Clara Marinescu
He is staring and his pupils are becoming larger. So is the spot on the wall that is getting so big it covers up the sun, the light. Oh my God, it's happening again. Then the darkness. He begins to shake uncontrollably, and in the night within him, only a fleeting breath can be heard, accompanied by background rumblings. He sees himself, he wrings his hands, he doesn't know what to do, how to stop, how to get out of himself. Shhhh, it's nothing, only a fit, it's over, darling, he hears a warm voice and her hand pulls him back, into the light.
(Translated by Diana Georgiana Rădăcineanu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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