I've always had this fantasy. It's not that I cannot live without it, but why should I be the one who can't do it? There are enough men who made it come true, even women, who didn't imagine it at least once? I am a handsome man. Well, not all the time, but when I am well, why wouldn't it be well[1]? It is natural to have doubts. Will I handle it when I face it? What about the back?[2] Some do this all the time. I wouldn't go so far, but I would try it at least once. Finally, if I've always done it with two women at the same time, why wouldn't I be able to do it with only one?
[1] Word play: bărbat bine as a sintagm means "handsome man", but bine also means "well".
[2] Word play: A face față means "to handle it", but față also means "face". The author plays here with the two meanings of the sintagm, by adding the question about the "back".
I'm looking at the drawing on the concrete. It's so ridiculous. As if at the arts high school, they tell those who are not talented. Go and draw on the concrete, dead people don't need details. Why was Ana in a hurry? I told her already that I was going to bring some food. Do you need some water, sir? You wish for something. What is there anymore to wish for. Just for the driver not to have been drunk. Why was she in a hurry? I was stuck with this stupid question, thrown upon nobody. We're very sorry, sir, you need to come with us to identify her. Did you know she was pregnant? A baby girl. I'm falling apart.
Elena Mihaela Hristodorescu
She was going to clear things up with that cheap woman her husband was chasing after. She made herself a cup of coffee, then she checked her makeup. She snaped her fingers and the girl appeared in front of her. A prude, she labelled her after throwing an expert look at her. What is your name, darling? Mnemosyne? What kind of name is this? The young lady was silent, her look towards the ground. She got angry. Let's see what He has to say. She took the phone and wrote the message: get on home, we need to talk. In five minutes Zeus came in, apologizing for the water footprints he left on the wooden floor, it was raining heavily. Hera yelled: Did you buy bread?
(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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