plutind ca o raţă-nfoiată deasupra
(noi sîntem în adîncuri, dedesubt)
nu are nici o legătură cu singurătatea noastră,
cu fruntea pură a mamei din tinereţile ei
exterminate de istoria românească
ori cu ecranul luminos în care mă văd.
ea e din altă ţară.
MARIANA CODRUT
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THIS MOON
floating above like a fluffy duck
(we are in deep, below)
it has nothing to do with our loneliness,
with the pure forehead of mother from her youth
exterminated by Romanian history
or with the bright screen in which I see myself
it's from another country.
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