The city’s tumult
is to me
a call
just as the grass
isto springtime its eye.
Dead-end crescents
stairless slopes
roofless houses
windowless walls…
In an unnamed square
a lovely young girl
distributes
from her bridal chest
memories
lampposts
the dawn’s soft glow.
I stare at the sky above
and open my arms wide…
The city’s tumult
stop-motion
the sky
spirals down
around me
acosmic laughter.
I am waiting for the rain
to dig
on my face suffering from draught
the bed of a river.
din volumul Traps / Capcane, Corina Victoria Sein, traducere în limba engleză de Mihai Mihuţ, ilustraţii de Marius Fechete, în pregătire la Ed. Excelsior Art, 2015