Svetlana Cârstean Biography

Between yesterday and tomorrow
I ride
this mare that doesn't belong
to me, a mare I don't comb
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I was a lonely little boy whose hair they braided into pigtails one day and placed blue bows and an elastic headband.
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For a long time sleep entered the same gate
into me and into her,
the same gate joy entered,
fear,
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I remember my big belly, a pregnant woman's belly. I rested my hands on
it, I pushed people on the tram, I made my way with it, it punched a hole
in the air, I seemed stronger than he was, or maybe he was resigned and
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I look at men and wonder who I am.
Gone are the times long ago when my grandpa would put on his tall boots
and leap across the big puddles on the street with me on his back, on the
way to kindergarten.
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