When the sailors go, unsteadily, to their boats, I remain on the shore, with my thoughts. It's not the first time I have seen this morning. We were both in an enchanted Paris. At night, you were my model, and when the daytime came, you were the model of the dreamy painters. We were living off our love and it was good. Yesterday I was still in my twenties. La bohèmia is called what I lived then. I wrote lines and I sang. I told the world my melancholy. I dreamed of reaching the end of the world, in Wonderland. Everything is easier to live when you're under the caress of the sun.
Ramona Ungureanu
My dog had died, was like my brother for me. It seemed justified to drink to forget the bloody fact that I was left alone like a stone after the flood. When I drink palinka, I walk with Nichita, because he's strong and holds the sky so that it doesn't fall on us. He pours more into a concave star and we sip loudly, such a shame. We cling to the moon and swing like two scraggy dogs in the wind. Nichita, Pour some more into this black hole, and let's dive in here. It will pass, we're all going to die. From somewhere a deep purple is forming slowly.
Carmen-Ecaterina Ciobâcă
I sneak in fast, like a thief. I'm in a hurry. I turn on the water, take shampoo in the palm of my hand, put it in my hair. I only hear the song of the drops hugging my body. Than the whimper. I prick up my ear. The whimper is now an inconsolable cry. I leave everything, get out of the shower, rushing in the child's room. I bend down to take him in my arms. There is no child in the crib. Where are you little angel. In a flash, I see those letters again. SIDS. Above the crib, the baby musical carousel keeps spinning. Brille brille petite étoile dans la nuit qui se dévoile.
(Translated by Constantin Grigorescu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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