The Two Parts

Iulia Vîși
If you could no longer speak, could I still love you only for your actions? At least I would learn not to fall in love with words. Would I integrate reason and emotion just as well? Or would you bring your husband between us? Would you leave him aside so that you could pass to the other side? I've heard how you built a stage in my soul and performed on it. You've ended up trampling it. Do you remember when I kissed you between them? That's where we united the most. That's where you gave birth to me, man. That's where I died. There was no other he or she.

Florentin Sorescu
You're always put in a position to choose, and you never really know, honestly, which is the right choice. That's what happened to me one day when I decided to get on a different bus than the one I was used to. I ended up with another woman, with different embraces and a different story with which I could, of course, live another life. But I decided to go back, just to see her, the woman with whom I was always holding hands, packing her bags for that journey from which there would never be any return.
 
 Laura Stanciu
Trust in the cards. They work with us. A name with an F is clearly shown to me. Who do you know with light brown or blonde hair? It's a female name. Florina? Florence? The cards give clues, but you know the rest. Flavia, an aunt from Iași, very sweet. She passed away a month ago. She wasn't old, was she? At most sixty years old. Oh, Aunt Flavia. Now, in winter, she is fulfilled. What does she say? She's fine, happy, and points to a room with toys. In a crib, there is a boy. With a D. He will be yours.

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