You are good for nothing, yo. Not even the fart and the burb are not OK. Street sweeper is written on your forehead. Come hear to hell and spread bird faces, learn from this hens because its are wiser. Since then Petre buried in night. To listen to the mind, not the punch. Today is DAYLIGHT at last. He took the residency. In the rear-view mirror he saw the tear remained in the deep wrinkle. Peter smiles. He spread the hate at the same time with the bird faces. Father you will enjoy the time at us.
Alex Caragian
He saw her at the dark end of the corridor with wooden walls and he already knew what she was going to say to him, because she was saying the same things that didn't bore him, but he liked to listen to her voice with smell of silence even without hearing the meaning of the words. And in another corner of his mind she looked at him in return and waited for him to come closer so that he could start telling her what he had to say. Like every time he spoke to her with similar words at the goodbyes at the end of the corridor with dark wooden walls.
Gheorghiță Mircea
He saw her at the dark end of the corridor with wooden walls and he already knew what she was going to say to him, because she was saying the same things that didn't bore him, but he liked to listen to her voice with smell of silence even without hearing the meaning of the words. And in another corner of his mind she looked at him in return and waited for him to come closer so that he could start telling her what he had to say. Like every time he spoke to her with similar words at the goodbyes at the end of the corridor with dark wooden walls.
(Translated by Ema-Teodora Rădulescu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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