Timp rănit

Un murmur

desluşit se înălţa undeva

din vârful buzelor

într-un râs

cu totul neobişnuit,

cu nasul

ce îi cobora până aproape de gură,

cu ochii

ce rătăceau peste grămezile

de trup

ce se pierdeau

în timpul rănit…

The wounded time

A murmur

clearly was rising somewhere

from the tip of the lips

in a laugh

entirely unusual,

with the nose

that was going down by to  mouth,

with the eyes

that were wondering over the piles

of bodies

that were lost

in the wounded time…

traducere: Elena Buzatu