It was our third date and I was feeling my way through her crevices as the sun lit the moon's surface so brightly I could see the American flag. That light directly hit the windshield of the car in which I was trying to score one. Look how beautiful it is, I hear her say. Yeah, so beautiful, I mumbled while having her nipples in my mouth. Stop. Tell me something nice. Oh moon, oh Queen of the Sea, I said sarcastically, thinking of going for a 69. She got annoyed. Take me home. How you slide on our world's arch. I almost yelled, but the magic had vanished.
Siranuș Hakobian
The light is constant and strong in the city of infinite LEDs. The starry sky, as described by the astrology books of old, was found upside down in this bright city. That way we have the Big Dipper bar, and up the hill, we have the Venus House in all its infamy. When a disaster struck them, known as the great power outage, the citizens of the city would blindly make their way through the night. A scarred and stringent face now looked down upon them from above. They'd never seen something like that, perhaps because they had even forgot to look at the sky, and at its useless moon.
Daniela Toader
It's the hardest when I return to my lair, at night. I'm alone, and foreign and far. I'm so homesick I could cry. I clench my teeth and furrow my brows. The tears. The memories. I open my diary and I jot down: I'm craving meatballs with sauce. It will all pass. 5.7 million Romanians live far from home. Why can they do this but I can't? I lay my forehead on the window as I sigh. The earth is getting smaller and smaller and the homesickness is getting stronger and stronger. I count the distance in my head. One light year, two light years, and then I fall asleep.
(Translated by Adriana-Maria Botea / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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