When he moulded me, God used 000 Flour. For I've been throwing dust in people's eyes ever since I can remember. It seems to me one of the most digestible of all mortal sins. Well, I'm not above killing either. But that's another trumpet playing at another table. I feel alienated from bland vanities. I'm one of the most honest of all people. I mean, if I told you I liked you, you'd be on the menu. I'm a fanatical hedonist, my women wear muzzles and you're always begging for them. We got Cuban music, too.
Paul Dârvariu
YSL Jazz, a vigorous fragrance for real men. I got it from my colleagues for my birthday. As I walked into the office, enveloped in its fragrance, Cecilia pulled me aside and whispered in my ear: You smell so good, Pompilică. As if you came from a forest of flowering lindens. How could I resist the advances of a divorced woman? Next weekend I took her to Cernica. What I did there, that I can't say. It would violate community standards. I'll only say this: I tested the lavender, jasmine and musk notes in Cecilia's bedroom.
Adina Colțea
The crack appeared subtly, like a delicate scratch on the south wall. In a few moments it stretched from one corner of the room to the other, and the walls began to recede. Through the slit which opened to the sky, stars fell inward, kindling burning longings as soon as they touched the floor. When the layer of stars touched his soles perched on the workbench, the man panicked and turned off the radio. The room was empty once again, and illuminated by the dim glow of the floor lamp. Only the fire in his heart was unquenchable.
(Translated by Oana-Elena Dragnea / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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