He dragged his helplessness to the shadow of his crown. He stopped, thoughtful, next to the luxuriant tree. And it was good. It would have been good if he knew what to choose. Until then, he started making lists with an olive twig in the sand. Lists of qualities and faults. Each one of them checked 7 qualities and 3 faults. And it was good. He looked at the memories too. That was not good. The grudge he felt because he could not be with both of them, throbbed inside of him. But we can't be all Victorious. In the end, he was to choose Eva. She had an ass in the shape of an apple.
Monica Bologa
After years of being a vegetable, the man is now a different man. Why? Because he met a woman who changed him. He has three jobs, he bought a car, a house, a plot of land, he started doing sports. Then, after about three years, he started to lose everything. He has no job anymore, no money in the bank, he sold his house, he often escapes in the mountains, he goes camping in the woods, he let his hair grow, he goes around barefoot. People say that he has gone mad, that, maybe, he got into a sect or something. He actually met another woman.
Vero Anttheia Theodoru
How many fingers do I have? Four. The upper number? Two. Well done. There is nothing wrong with you, told me the two women dressed alike, combed alike, their voice alike, full of certainty. I went away full of confidence. I got into one of the two red cars. How could I buy two cars of the same color? I do not bother with silly things like these. I relax, the roses perfume of the ladies is following me, Guns N' Roses, Knockin' On Heaven's Door. Two majestic poplars suddenly crossed my path.
(Translated by Diana Sitaru / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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