Marieta Maglas (19-05-1964 / Radauti, Judet Suceava, Romania)
'These trees have huge leaves. It is a silent green.'
’Some of them are reddish.’ I looked down, and I
saw wet, fragmented, and red leaves on the ground.
‘There is a small pile. They have fallen so far.’‘The trees
are indifferent to whether their green survives or not.’
The same old man appeared in my mind. He closed
his eyes in a pained wince. ’We live in a sensory world, ’
he said.‘This growing reddishness is more like sorrow