Relaxation

Yuka Brevi
You lie down gently on the couch. Close your eyes, breathe deeply. You are in the shade of an ancient tree, on a sunny afternoon. It's peaceful, nothing disturbs you. Not even the leaves move, nor do the birds fly. It feels so good that you fall asleep. I see a hedgehog. I'm afraid of it, the patient interrupted. Yes, there was a hedgehog, but it hurried away, it was about to miss the train. Are there trains around here? I'm afraid I might lose my legs. There was a train, but it went far away, to relax as well. It's tough transporting hedgehogs.
 
 Ana Maria Dobre-Nir
You press the trigger, inhale, relax, fire, then watch life drain from the body. It's a meditation in itself, because you're there with every fiber of your being. You are the one who takes life. And not by mistake, but because you choose to. In those minutes, you're no longer human, you're the end of the road. And that adrenaline, no drug can give you that, no sexual encounter, no birdsong, no freefall. But you're not ready yet. To reach that level, you must have nothing left to lose in this world.

Gheorghiță Mircea
Goguță would sink into the void whenever he wanted. The fluid of his thoughts thus decanted at least once a day. Meditation had become, after countless studies and practices, the form of relaxation that his consciousness turned to. If, once upon a time, Goober lived in a dichotomous universe, now, Yin-Yang had opened his mind to accepting his inner voice, leading him toward zen, the primordial stability and balance that required no intervention from him. Goguță would do this often, especially when his wife, Goguța, was embracing the orientalist practice of Kamasutra with the neighbour, Mardale.

(Translated by Briana Guriță / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)