Horatiu Stamatin Poems
A woman came in my garden.
She took off her bra, cut her left bosom, and buried it in the shadow of a tree.
After a while I kept working with the fruit, and she had got another bosom grown.
Digging a tree root, I came across a rifle. I lifted it to the sky and fired.
I heard a sigh and a blue liquid started to dropp down as from a wound.
(if You Speak…)
If you speak a word, your water breaks, and the flood starts, and the dolphin comes. And the dolphin will pretend to be an angel, and he will come into our lives more and more subtle, absurdly subtle.