Translation and proofreading of Oana Nechita
Author : Dorina Neculce the poetry writer
 I fade away I  
I  told myself crumbling  
one morning 
as a light 
at the edge of the fog 
I will forget  
love 
hate 
needs 
……’time gives birth illusions, my dear’ 
and behind me the clouds were breaking 
sipping my bars 
in the open 
only the train of death 
will look  
under the waves 
a new shadow 
another outpost 
a world with the hands tied up 
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