In Clear Waters

Daniel Onofrei
When God's water broke, a flood fell upon the world drowning everything that was not light enough to float. Dinosaurs and sodomites were gone first. Proof of all of this has been found written with nails on wood, wax tablets or stone. Who had nails. And knew how to write. Fish, for instance, learned to fly. Birds, obviously, to swim. Later they traded. I, for instance, learned to swim in whiskey. Water seems trivial to me. And much too healthy.
 
 Anca Mureșan
I find a bench in the shade and sit down dejectedly. I take the book out of my bag, intending to force my mind to remain still. Maybe there is a solution, after all. I try to read and ignore the noise around me. Next to me, a little girl is crying after her mother have scolded her for always asking for something when she is on the phone. All the sadness of the world seems to have gathered in her eyes. I wish I could comfort her with my eyes, but I keep on reading. When she passes by me, the little girl smiles at me and places a pink flower between the pages of my book.

Caterina Tudorache
I am no longer in my own waters. And he is no longer in my waters. She is in his waters. I kick him in the head. Once again I have stars in my eyes for him. She disappears from his waters. He remains in my waters. She wants him back in her waters. I think he is still in my waters. He lies. I find out that he is not my waters again. I kick him in the head. He stays in her waters. I cry. She laughs. He gets bored of her waters. She cries. I laugh. He wants in my waters. I turn off the water and move in with the plumber.

(Translated by Andreea Teodorescu-Colciu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)