He told me that one day he would invite me to a dreamy place, close to the stars. That we'd break away from the ground and fly to another world, holding hands. As I'm afraid of heights, I knew I had to do something to get rid of this fear. So I suited up and started climbing mountains, as many mountains as I could. Today he told me where that wonderful place would be: a ballroom in a castle. I left him. I'll never climb in frigginghigh heels. I'd rather climb the Himalayas barefoot.
Gheorghiță Mircea
The sheep yard was wrapped in the dark, but for the shepherd Gogu this was not a problem. He could find anything, inside or out, no matter how dark it was. He took his dog and went out. Hatchet in hands, he went down until he reached the tent of the two tourists sleeping like a log. He tore the canvas and finished his job with two strokes of the hatchet, one for the Ungurean[1]and one for the Vrâncean[2]. Back at the sheepfold, he took off his Night Vision glasses and said to Sheepy. You were right. The sheep was silent. You haven't taken your pills again, the dog said. It's none of your business. Adina Drag
Back then giants ruled the world. He stopped to take a swig of liquor. The sky couldn't have been real that night. The fire was crackling like hell, she had no idea what it had awakened in me. I'm talking about Paul's girl. Uncle Bebe wasn't young and stupid anymore. He caught that vibe fast and winked at me. Some loves aren't meant for this world, he continued. These lofty peaks have an amazing history. The gorgeous maid couldn't have Cindrel, so his daddy, I mean the giant, made away with her. Now only the wind carries their steps.
(Translated by Florina Georgiana Țîncu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by prof dr. Nadina Vișan, Edited by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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