Lucian Domșa
I would sow with you a lot of hectares and rest among the seedlings. I would feed on your seeds and drink from rainwater. I'd cover myself with balls of earth and sleep with my eyes to the moon. When you're in bloom, I'll protect you from gale and starlings and gather you in a basket of bread. I would peel you carefully and keep the kernels. I would fill my womb to overflowing with your sweetness. In winter, I'd let the snow wrap you, and in spring I'd cut off your useless branches. Then I'd spread the news in the country, and let the world come to sow with you all the fields.
Ana Maria Dobre-Nir
The barbarians have come. They raped the women and killed the animals. The law no longer applies. Only the will of the commander. Arbitrary, as he wants. No one is equal to him or his kind. Let fear win. Long live said the servants who, until yesterday, thought he was a lifesaver. Now they support him out of inertia, but mostly out of cowardice. Just a boy and his puppy waiting for the day to come when they would go to the so-called land of the new man, which was out there in the wide world. Toto, but if it doesn't exist, what do we do? We create it.
Ina Moldoveanu
I suffer from dissociative personality disorder. Today the whole world is moving slowly, lovers can't kiss because they all have long noses, and after each I love you, it grows a little more. Aestheticians are a kind of lumberjacks, and me, Pinocchio, I use the leftovers to keep warm in winter, when I'll be Heidi's grandfather or the Snow Queen. The world is kind and I'm Mother Teresa. There are no beggars, poor people, or sick ones. We have no one to help. It's so boring to be the same, but luckily, the war came.
(Translated by Florina Șamata / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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