Another one. Go home, Man, it's not worth it. Hm, are you the Saviour? Yes. Mhm, you're the famous man that saves suicidal people and then photographs himself with them, on the shore. Man, please don't do something stupid. Two weeks ago, you saved my wife's life. You don't have to thank me, it's OK. I wasn't planning to. My wife killed herself anyway the second day, but after killing Iris, our daughter. Because of you. I'm really, really sorry. Me too, Saviour, but I had to make you suffer as well. Go home.
Carmen-Ecaterina Ciobâcă
She doesn't love me anymore. Her smile doesn't light up her face when I enter the house. She's always in a rush, always up for a fight. We don't sleep together, cuddled, anymore. She sent me away, in another room. I used to wake up in the middle of the night, I didn't find her next to me, I was frightened. The fear left, but the sadness remained. I know that she's there, with him. But I had told her to put him back in her tummy, I don't want to see him anymore. Someone poked a light in my eyes. Ma'am, ma'am, we found him. He was sleeping here, hidden in the stabilopods.
Sanda Burță
He pressed his shoulder against mine right in the place where he had kissed me a moment before, he said something stupid, like baby, I crushed the kiss in between our shoulders, I smiled dumbly, happy. I was swinging my feet above the water, the perfect sunrise, the seagulls, I love you, I love you too, blah, blah, you know how that goes, and then we did it. Oh, moment, stay, you are so beautiful, I recited, it sounded cool, I had just read Faust, though I wasn't stupid enough to believe that it happens. Since then, I have carried his burden.
(Translated by Andreea Sorana Oltean / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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