Yuka Brevi
I dreamt of an elf. His blue silk cloak and his long blond hair fluttered in the wind. The morning sun's rays caressed his whimsical, beautiful face. He held out his hand to me. I took it in mine, imagining myself as his princess. He whispered in my ear something beautiful but meaningless. I understood only that I must choose between a simple life with him and my last hundred golden coins. I almost lost my temper. I quickly recovered, grabbed my bag of coins and left. That fantastical fool, what was he thinking?
Ana-Maria Butuza
Till death do us part, the words tumbled and collided inside her mind, troubled by sleeplessness and sorrow. She had been sitting for hours on the chair beside her bed, holding his hand, which was so fragile that she involuntarily began counting his bones: one, two, three, God, please don't take him away from me. Her eyes were crying softly, her heart was storming. When she felt his breath growing weaker she looked at his drawn face. He no longer resembled the man he had been. She pressed her lips to his forehead in a final kiss as their hearts said goodbye forever.
Aurelian Țolescu
End of winter camp in \'87, in Predeal. The inseparable group of 8 boys and girls decided to have a nice meal at the Orizont restaurant before the train left. We had doughnuts for dessert and then came the bill, a bit pricey. I took out all the money we had left, 106 leu. To make up for the rest of the money, pretty much the value of a blue bill with Bălcescu[1] on it[2], we, the guys, washed all the dishes in the restaurant until midnight. We got home in the morning and jumped the train, stomachs rumbling and pockets empty.
(Translated by Alina Bâznă / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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