My tenant is a rebellious writer, quick with words. I warned him that there are cobwebs here and there that I can't seem to clear away, that deep memories and loves are woven into the folds of my two hemispheres, and I explained that all the knowledge in my frontal lobes has sometimes been useless to me. Emotions, I have plenty of those. Anyway, I told him that my mind has everything he needs for a beautiful adventure. We signed a sapiosexual contract. Now, I get a mental thrill every day.
Adriana Patroi Miu
I like it: good price, central location, everything renovated. Today I signed the papers. It's literally just like in the ad. The owner wrote: when you take a shower, you can smell the scent of pine, and the whole sky is yours. I didn't understand the metaphorical meaning of the phrase until the moment I had to stick my head out the window during the shower because otherwise I wouldn't fit. My cat happily strolls around when she sees me moving on all fours. That's when I got an idea. I posted an ad on OLX: Attic for rent for cats. Serious inquiries only. I got the 13th one.
Arthur Ianoși
For about a week, you had welcomed me as a tenant in the heart of your being. The truth is, from the very first day, I felt right at home. Even though you were under renovation, you gave me a room on the ground floor with a view of the moon, but I told you I wanted to see the whole house. You took me by the hand and showed me, through the atria and ventricles, the traces left by the old tenants. I wasn't scared, even though for a moment I felt like I was in the Museum of Broken Relationships in Zagreb. I felt your pulse on my wrist and softly said: I can help you, if you promise that the attic faces the sun.
(Translated by Laurențiu-Gabriel Niculae / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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