The little girl was lost in the forest. She was hungry and cold, and the tree stretched out its arms to her and covered her with dry leaves. It began to rain, and the mushroom stretched its stem to cover it with its huge hat. The she-wolf gave her a suck and took her to sleep in the hidden cave. In the morning, the bear gave him strawberries to eat and held in his warm fur, and the wise burdock read him a story. Footsteps and human cries were heard. The little girl in her mother's arms, was waving and smiling. Some say she has visions.
Iulia Viși
It never was. Every morning he left the middle of the labyrinth. Shirt unbuttoned by memories, tie hung by a new moon, losing address every twelfth night. Still looking for me, a voice told him. In debtors' prison the bars come to life, they smell of regret and rot. When did you forget how to live? I do not care. From the maze a hand hits him in the solar plexus. How many thoughts generate an emotion? Let's try anarchy and jasmine on the crust one more time. Of all days raise my wall.
Ana-Maria Butuza
He was spinning in his bare feet, through the fat, uncut grass, wet with the morning dew, with his hair loose on his shoulders, with his white, thin, long, wide open, transparent shirt, leaving his young body shyly exposed to the sun, with its rounded curves: go, Moon, come, Sun, put him on the path, because I have no more patience. For a long time, she rolled down the flowers, laughing until she was tired, then she fell asleep in the orchard, until Brumi, a Carpathian shepherd, came to wake her up with a lick, saying: come on, honey, we're not eating anything today?
(Translated by Andreea Maria Liceanu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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