"She is bored and very beautiful
her black hair is upset
her bright hand
he forgot me a long time ago, -
he has long since forgotten himself
how it hangs on the back of the chair.
I drown in the lights
and I write in the cross of the year.
I show my teeth to his mouth,
but she knows I'm not laughing,
the sweetness of the light made
to me, he shows me when
she is bored and very beautiful
and I live only for her
in the fierce world
from under heaven. ”- Nichita Stanescu