Trafika Europe 8 - Romanian Holiday

Poems

What Mr. Gică Doesn’t Know

Is this what love is? Will this sunrise ever change its colors? A man smokes on his balcony. One thousand six hundred meters away, diagonally, over the apartment building, a woman rolls over beneath her sheet. Is this what love is? The thin, furrowed skin of her heel. Her rough hair. Her pale hands. The man has never seen her wrapping her legs in tights in the morning yet he remembers her breath before waking Her dreams. Is this what love is? This sunrise will change its colors. He will continue to smoke. _____ (La terre est bleue comme une orange)

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