I think it was Monday morning

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The clock on the bedside showed 11:17 a.m. Coffee smelled good.

She remembered spilling it on him,

whilst her arms were clumsily waking up from his embrace.

So she smiled.

The two swans – still there, majestically showing off their grace.

“So fucking beautiful!” she whispered and then

“Good morning, swans!” and smiled again. Eyes closed.

Ondaatje was patiently waiting for her on the table.

Yet he knew they won’t meet until Monday evening,

as the plane would take off.

The shoes on the floor, dancing their way to the bed

with a sweet complicity,

like lovers who don’t know each other’s name.

Yet their hearts make music together.

He was smiling in his sleep. „He always does. He has no idea”, she thought.

Or do you, my darling?

She kissed his shoulder. “Ten more wings” he asked

and then caressed her hand. Eyes closed.

She slipped out of bed, his heart in hers.

He smiled back. His eyes – still dreaming.

And then it started to snow.

“Thank you for my  40  wings!”

“ Of course, my darling!”

And then he put his arms around her.

The swans were there no more. The sky was even closer.

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Trece anul.

Motanul e bine.

Face din când în când nazuri la mâncare,

își linge lăbuțele, doarme, se alintă.

Caloriferele nu le-am vopsit.

Dar la anu’ verzi le fac!..Sau poate lila?

Câteodată ascult Pink Floyd și lălăi prin casă.

În colecția de clovni am 26. În aia de pitici, mai puțini, că i-am cam neglijat.

Mi-am decorat camerele și, ocazional, mut mobila prin casă.

Ultima oară am mutat-o ieri.

Bere am tot băut, dar știi tu, numai din sticlă.

De fumat nu m-am lăsat. Ba chiar m-am apucat de fumat și tutun.

Mi-am luat căciula aia de blană care-mi plăcea, despre care

ai fi făcut mișto de mine pe la 5 dimineața, sunt sigură.

Am slăbit vreo 5 kilograme,

m-am vopsit roșcată și semăn din ce în ce mai puțin cu mine la 22 de ani.

Am început să pictez. Dar numai noaptea.

Câteodată mănânc dimineața. De obicei ouă sau pâine prăjită cu unt și dulceață.

Am învățat să mă plimb singură prin lume și să-mi placă să zbor.

Am înțeles că mă bucur când îmi bate soarele în geam,

la 7.30  dimineața, chiar dacă-s mahmură.

Uneori beau ceai. De obicei, de ghimbir dacă-s răcită

sau verde anti-adipos dacă mi se pare că m-am îngrășat.

A început să nu-mi mai pese dacă n-am umbrelă când plouă.

Câteodată mănânc semințe de dovleac, de susan, fistic și fructe uscate.

Alteori, mănânc pizza. De obicei, după ce fac curat.

Am făcut și anul ăsta bradul. Mi-au crescut inimioare-n el.

De plâns, n-am mai plâns. Nu așa ca mai demult.

De zâmbit, am zâmbit. Mult mai mult ca mai demult.

De râs, nici nu mai zic.

De dansat, am și dansat câteodată.

Numai cu tine n-am avut timp.

Tuesday morning on the Burnt Corridor Street.

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It happens in a moment.

When he tells you : „Forgive me if I snore, I’m tired.” and then kisses your forehead, as you fall asleep on a shoulder you’ve just met.

Or when he asks: „Would you like another beer?” and smiles as if you’d be there forever.

It happens in a moment.

When he puts his arms around you and forget them there, just like when you forget to make your bed in the morning.

Or when he says: „Baby, sweetheart, wake up. I’m sorry, I have to go.” and kisses your mouth, before you even get to brush your teeth.

It happens in a moment.

When you ask: “Are you hungry? ”And he answers: „No baby, thank you, I’m good.”

And then you smoke.

Or when he pulls you off the ground, as you are petting a dog that you call „Friend”.

It happens in a moment .

When he says : „Let’s go somewhere else” and then you live the blues bar, happy and dazed.

Or when he says: „Well, I like this kind of music” and yet you don’t.

It happens in a moment.

When he sits with you in front of the green door,  saying nothing, at  3 a.m in the morning.

Or when you drunkenly crawl the stairs together, laughing like some naughty 14 year olds.

It happens in  a moment.

When you drink green wine huddling on the balcony, as you watch the river.

Or when he says: „Oh…well now you will”.

And then you do.

It happens in a moment.

When you say: „Wait for me here. I’ll be  back in a second”.

And then you find him under the sheets, like a priceless gift under the Christmas tree.

It happens in a moment.

When he’s miles away, yet your heart wears his, like a queen – her crown.

Or when he says: „I want it to be perfect” and you gently bid him farewell, as you know he is right.

It happens in a moment.

And then you know nothing is lost.