Horatiu Stamatin (Romania)
(a man walks...)
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.
Submitted: Sunday, October 26, 2008
Edited: Thursday, December 16, 2010
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