I was following you on the alley, until you sharply turned and entered the first building. I was afraid you might have saw me, didn't understand and call the police. In the next weeks I kept my distance from you, even if I now regretted that the wind couldn't provide me with the smell of your perfume. I told my therapist that I am in love. He seems as if he were sorry for me, but that arrogant thinks that you are only in my dreams. I haven't told me that you're not only in my imagination anymore since we met. Shh, don't cry, you know that I love you.
Nicolae Popescu
It's evening. Vera and Pricop are on the grey balcony, having a glass of red wine. An eight of the Moon could be seen behind the illegally built building across the street. Vera remembers: do you recall, Pric, when we were walking hand in hand around the vineyard, at my mother's? Or when you used to write me from the army perfume-sprayed letters? What has changed between us, where is that long-gone romance? Prichi takes a sip from his wine, thinking: Vera, dear, things have partly changed when you undressed for the first time and then totally changed after your father lost the vineyard gambling.
Arthur Ianoși
the continents reunited and that's when I said: Hey, baby, now the entire Earth is ours and the only water you'll ever see will be the one on our bodies which will connect in order to repopulate the planet with tiny results of our love. You nodded, tearing my shirt instead of unbuttoning it, put a pillow between the bed and the wall, blindfolded yourself because we didn't have blinds and you rode me, like a predator who likes to play with his prey, until the steps on the Richter scale fell. The volcanoes started to fume.
(Translated by Cristina-Paula Grosu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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