Although bald, and somewhat chubby, he was the ultimate idol of all women. It's hard to say what they would see in him. He had beautiful eyes, I admit, but a small penis and he could barely express himself. Apart from that, he used to spit at mealtimes and scream at the people around him out of the blue. Still, he was always accompanied by a very beautiful woman who unbuttoned his trousers, and with her beautiful hand, with long fingers, washed his penis, powdered it, you obsessed idiots, that was his mother and he was one year old.
Cristian Nedelcu
It had been raining for over two weeks. From craters filled with muddy water swollen bodies popped up, corpses of humans and horses mingled up, spreading an unbearable malodour. Once in a while, you could hear the wailing of a dying man who wouldn't die, in prolonged agony. They waited in the muddy trenches, resigned, staring blankly into space. The strident voice of the courier made them jump. Scruffy-looking, his vest unbuttoned, he was screaming his lungs out: they signed, it's peace.
Titela Durnea
Naked I came from my mother's womb and naked I will return there, they say. I am not convinced of that. I picture myself at the primordial birth, white skin as thin as a layer of silk. Ever since, I have been putting on layer upon layer, I've kept coming and returning. The last time, at about 9 in the morning, so naked in mum's arms, yet so full of life. Layers have come offalong the way, layers have been patched together. Coat always unbuttoned, I would shed another layer of tanned skin off my back, like Baba Dochia[1]. And then I would bathe in the white moonlight. Now it's all quiet. They sewed me up last night.
[1]Baba Dochia (Old Dokia) is according to one legend an old lady who ascended the mountains with her sheep too early in the spring. Tricked by a few days of warmer weather, she sheds all the sheepskin off her back, one by one, and then she freezes to death and turns to stone.
(Translated by Alina Roșu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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