I'm Still Looking for Myself

Silvia Ștefan
I throw some clothes and some books in my luggage. I don't fill it, the scenery will keep me busy anyway. It's fine by train. I arrive in Bușteni, check in and lie down in bed. The wind blows through the wide open window, blowing the curtain. I leave my body and walk a playful Silvie on the tops of the cottages. Careful not to bruise her soles in the roof boards. I had left half of my heart down the chimney. It disappeared. I go back to bed and then look for her through the pages of the novel. I can't find her. I sip mulled wine, I remember that I planted myself in you yesterday. What are you doing now, I wonder?

Gabriela Rus
Have you ever played Tag in the multiverse? The funniest thing is teasing your variants by moving their items from one world to another. While one me searches for my missing pen (like hell, I'm sure it was right here an hour ago, who stole my pen?), another me wakes up with a bizarre but vaguely familiar writing instrument (I think I have seen something like this before, but how did it get here?), one me writes a poem and another me finds it in a notebook. The problem is that I've forgotten where I come from and I'm starting to confuse the worlds.
 
 Florentina Ghițescu
I fell in love. Tonight, in a dream. It was like I was dancing with a boy, somehow I knew him but I don't know if he was the one I'm thinking about now. We danced. He grabbed me in his arms and pulled me towards him. I don't know what it was, the rhythm, the touch. I don't remember the music. And then he kissed me. I didn't need more. I was touched by the state of grace. It was for a moment, but the sensation persisted even upon waking. I have to cook and take care of the kids now. You cannot be in a permanent state of love. Or can you?

(Translated by Andreea Maria Liceanu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)