We ate plenty, we laughed, it was a pleasant evening. I advised her to try the jasmine tea, she agreed. She got up and went to the restroom. I looked inside her cup, I couldn't miss this chance. I poured two drops and noticed her standing next to me. What are you doing? You came back early. I forgot my tissues. What, are you trying to drug me? It took me three hours to convince her that I had poured my dog's tears in her cup because I wanted her to love me unconditionally. She told me she hated me. I think I might have, accidentally, poured her some of my own tears.
Ana Maria Dobre-Nir
The silence was heavy but not oppressive, it was like silk spread over skin. I couldn't see her, but I could feel her presence. The scent of jasmine floated in the air, like the silent echo of the fire that had warmed up the water. Her hands were working with a grace that only darkness could reveal. The sound of pouring water, like a whisper, drew in my mind the image of a river flowing. When she handed me the tea, our fingertips touched. It had been such a light touch, but it was enough for me to realize that she saw deeper into me than my blind eyes could.
Lucian Pătru
Hmm, should I also add some angels, size S, well-plucked? Yeah, that could work. And a couple of rumps of those hellish little guinea pigs, the kind deprived of the pleasures of the boilers, and a bundle of mortals drained of all certainty. I know I kept the sweat of the Savior's sufferings somewhere, where could it be? Oh, there it is, in this crematorium. That is what God was saying out loud because he was very old and forgetful. He poured water and brimstone over the mixture he had created and stirred it, all the while whistling holy nonsense. He wiped his hands on his apron and let it stew.
(Translated by Alina-Alexandra Șovar / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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