This fall I'm not going to sew your buttons at equal distances, I'm not going to do your laundry below forty degrees and forget to add Calgon, this fall I'm not going to tell you to spray the trees or ask you to pick up the pears, nor am I going to cook you a chocolate pear pie, I'm going to chop the vegetables for the boeuf salad in big chunks, as big as I can, this fall I'm not going to tell you to blow into the pickled cabbage, nor ask you to taste the soup, to see if it's salty enough. This fall I'll try to make myself believe we had never met.
Daniela Toader
I'm going to think about you this fall. I'll think about you while boiling potatoes for mashing, while chopping carrots for the boeuf salad, while not ironing the sheets perfectly, I'm going to think about you. Even when I'm having coffee in the backyard by myself, I'm going to think about you. And then, one day, it'll start snowing and we'll set up the fireplace and we'll tell each other how hard it was for us to be apart.
Mariana Jurat
I'm going to fall in love. I can't wait for spring to come. I've been waiting for too long, and time is not in love with patience. The flowers of evil have dried up. Baudelaire became helpless in front of my stubbornness in putting an end to the epic of a coward and existentially impotent woman. Damn it, I'm human. Today is the day I start worshiping life as one should. I'll learn how to fold sarmale the way my mother did. To successfully open a bottle of sparkling wine. To ride the bike and walk across Paris. I'm going to fall in love this fall. With you, the one in the mirror.
(Translated by Cristina-Andreea Dobre / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficțiuni Reale.