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A man walks in my street, falls down, murmurs something. A she-neighbor screams to me: „Help him. Maybe he is drunk! ” I lie down beside him.
Now he is aware of my presence, gets up, goes away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Horatiu, your poems are very clever, crafted with bits of wit. Great pleasure to read, thank you for share.