It's been raining for two months, no wonder the pope ordered to but a grill at the entrance, it was just that he put a new carpet. Today is feast day, the Christians made a queue at the door, the pope is watching the grill, lest somebody avoids it. It was great, smell of lily and words crafted with grace, after that the pope thanked them for letting the mud outside and from now on, and he rebuked Mister Ilie because he put his dirty wood foot all over the carpet. He shouldn't come to the religious service if it rains. Amen.
Iulia Anastasia Roșca
I always envied her. Although she is much uglier and more stupid than me, she has a better life than I do. She has handsome man, architect, he made her a villa with a pool. I am with my fool at them at the barbeque, I brought a bottle of tequila, perfect at 40 degrees. The shots are pouring, her man is topless, he comes in the house. Hop so do I after him, gazelle on heels and a tight dress, I go to him I'm the hall and I put my tongue in his mouth. Surprised, he pulls my hair and puts his hand between my thighs, the bathroom is near.
Andra Toropoc
I will say that the meat rolls has moles, like the fish bulged out of curiosity, that the chicken was green of envy. The mustard will make the papila go numb and the WC is decorated with newspapers from the years they were born. The full debrecens smile under the violet membrane and remind me of when my nephews were babies and I was holding them tied tightly. Then they sent me to the country house, I only saw them in pictures but I always waited to cook for them. Today they come, I hope the fire will light up, they stay under the pyre of feast since a long time.
(Translated by Ema-Teodora Rădulescu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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