Andra Toropoc
You came to the sea especially for me, that's what you said when we met on the beach, me in a bathing suit and you in jeans. You were smiling, you wanted to see what we once were one for another. I evoked still legible memories, I carried long chapters of love on my body, with all possible annotations, basements and skies. Under my left breast a bracket twitched, you wanted to know what time did to the initials you carved there. He merged them at a point necessary for any story, I answered you and ran away in the waves.
Adelaida Zamfira
I punched it, nothing happened. I took a fork and stuck it in his back, to fix the damn image of him still shaking. We appeared on the screen, giddy with love stolen in our sleep. My sock was torn at the knee and he was drawing circles. My curls touched his shoulder. Yes, I was writing according to the dictation of the past. How many spelling mistakes. Stop it. Please put a thick unbreakable bottle in front of your ambivalence, the psychiatrist told me. The image will become color. In front of whom?
Viorel Spinu
The little girl woke up crying again. For about a year the dream came more and more often.A white stone cave in the desert. Clear water in the cave, coolness.In the middle of the water a rounded rock and an open book on the rock. Somehow, in some senseless way, the book was always bathed in sunlight.When the little girl entered the cave, you could hear the rustling of paper and the water rushing. Oh, how long I have waited for you, my Sihardi.The girl was calm, she was not afraid. She only felt a longing she didn't understand. And she would wake up crying.
(Translated by Ioana Andreea Radu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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