Shadows and Lights

Ramona Ungureanu
In order to achieve your goals, you just have to be yourself. The way your mom gave birth to you. The rest is support. So he put on his tracksuit, his patent leather slippers, just because his sneakers were dirty, he looked himself in his green, personal eyes and said come on boy, you got this. Once he got there, he knocked on the door, the lady was blonde and nice, he shut the door, took off his slippers and tracksuit and was stark naked, with the blonde in sight. She said oh and the contract was pretty much signed.

George Dometi
I let myself get electrocuted by a literary movement and managed to feed my hunger with a crumb of night. Around a corner, bathing in the darkness of the night, I met a hard-working loose woman. I mediated the middle of this medium median, projecting my darkness, which was provoked by an opaque thing that stopped the rays of a blind lamp, on the plaster of a wall. Eventually, a guy from the vice squad managed to make me feel sorry for what I did. The fir trees were hanging by the lunatic police car's rear window.
 
 Florentina Ghițescu
As she was driving, the shadows of poplars were walking across her face. She couldn't understand why these trees were put on the side of the road. She thought they were there so the drivers would crash into them. Why didn't they make it through the spaces between the trees? Maybe some of them managed to hit the emptiness, but they didn't talk about them on the news. A moment of distraction and she would've hit one or zero. Some sort of Russian roulette. She didn't enjoy driving outside the city, she couldn't estimate the speed and distance of the other cars. It was only a moment that separated her from light or darkness.

(Translated by Cristina-Andreea Dobre / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)