I'm Alex and I'm four years old. What's your name and how old are you? Ooh, thirty one years old? You're old. You're not as old as my mom, she's forty but she's more beautiful than you are. You are beautiful too, you have really red lips. My mom's name is Tina, dad calls her Tina Dot-ina. What's your mom's name? Angela? How strange, I don't know any other Angela. Is your mom home now? In another city? That's why you got out in the street with these trousers ripped at their knees. If your mom saw you, she wouldn't let you go outside like this.
Yuka Brevi
It was all good before she came. He would only caress me, kiss me on my ear, play with my small pads. We would go to sleep late at night, in the morning we would be lazy, we would have breakfast in bed. We had nothing to worry about. Now I have to wash myself, to eat healthy, to get off the table. And she's definitely following me. I never get to finish what I have to do, \'cause she pops up, rummages around, grimaces and immediately replaces the sand. What does she think I hide there? And what, does hers smell like J'adore? To get my revenge, I grind my claws into the leather sofa. Here. There you go.
Andra Toropoc
I asked him why he became a writer, he told me he always liked minding other people's business. He would look with nerve at every woman and this drove me crazy, as if I were invisible. I regretted I met him and I wanted to tell him he was talentless, that he wrote stupid things, that he was a show-off and that was it. I went to my room and tried to fall asleep but a shadow on the balcony frightened me. It was him, spying on my nakedness, gathering material for the next book he explained me this morning, slurring his words because of the swollen cheek and two missing teeth.
(Translated by Irina Vild / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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