In the Trap of the Nostrils Poem by Linda Maria Baros

Dawn is a woman
who breaks your windows with her breasts
-reddened are her nipples
that the bums suck...

Ah, we hear the hour of the hunt striking...
(Cursed are Vlachka and its Teleorman!)

Prepare the raid, the surprise attack!
The trap for the guests!
Set the snares!
Splatter your face with blood,
as if African masks of sleepless nights
ran from your arteries!
Catch its red foxes in the trap of the nostrils!

And first,
prepare the raid, the surprise attack.
Even if no one comes.
Dawn-when solitude
appears to you as a curdled brain on the walls.