Anime

Caterina Tudorache
I'm Ion and I'm drunk. That's right. I drank. So what? With one hand in the air and tears in his eyes, the man was supporting the fence so it wouldn't fall. Marita, what a woman you were. Now you're mean. Rabid. What did I do? I drink. He wiped his nose. Ana, Sandu's daughter. What a beauty she was. Her dad had a car. Then you came, Marita, and you. You snatched me. You ruffled her in the dorms. A fight like that hadn't. Been since. I'm still scared of you. He hiccups. And? You happy now? You fought for a drunk. Me. He laughed. Well. I'm well down. Man down. Phew. Man-ga.
 
 Diana Cornea
She thought to stir the waters a little and jumped into the first sugary cloud at sundown, leaving behind, on the banks, her snow white skin, putting on amber colours, and copper-turqoise-bluish soles moulded like a new life on her fragile body which went deep into the blackness among the other koi fish, then resurfaced, shimmering on the TV doily, winking at me as I was drawing scarlet lines, two moon fangs and a greedy Cheshire tongue, rushed by the last rays of light.

Horațiu Dudău
Big eyes. That's all there's left. Black and white iris, on a piece of paper. Slowly, he loses himself in the abyss of unfinished drawings. Seizu Kou is sick. The day before he took to his bed. He doesn't go on. He's blind and empty. She lies in contour. Dreaming of a complete body. With which she could fly, fight, love. Gain colour. When she was still in the pencil mine, she met a lot of characters from her future life. Eager for extraordinary tales, on a small island, reaching high to the galaxies. But the tip of the pencil broke. Suddenly.

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