I took her to a psychologist, but the test results suggested that it's only a heightened sense of anxiety. She has too many fantasies. I can't remember exactly when it started. Maybe with her first book. They were surprised by the little bear in her little bed. When did you receive this one? Things got more complicated when school reading began. Our teacher arranged a parent-teacher conference to find out who brought the lame puppy to school. One evening, my mom found her stabbing The Jungle Book with a big knife. What are you doing with that knife, Mara? Ka is coming after me, I must stop him.
Iulia Vîși
Would you like to study together for the finals? The question that opens the books with all the impulses of the first adolescent delights. Under the bench, her skirt is lifted by the heat or by his fingers that start to skim her lips instead of the history book pages. It gets interesting once you change the subject and move to Beletristics. Between her thighs, the first erotic pleasure sips and leaves its traces into the chair's upholstery, while his side of the table starts floating into a wet dream. Keep it quiet so the dust won't settle.
Julia Sandu
Their giggles echoed through the shelves of the university library. Then time did what it knew best, winters with runny noses and summers that peel your nose and give you freckles the size of quail eggs. He left for a war noone dared to say the name of and she received news through doves in exchange for seeds she placed on the window sill. The nests in her forest-green hair sheltered thoughts chilled by the Moscow cold. Then through a raven came death. She went to the library and she crushed a flower between the pages of the world atlas, somewhere in Donbas.
(Translated by Laurențiu-Gabriel Niculae / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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