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Apa verzuie și tulbure se scurgea pe lângă picioarele lui, răcoritoare după o zi incendiară petrecută în mașină. Privirea îi era ațintită în jos, înghețată. Nici măcar nu clipea. Cerul își schimba lent culorile: albastru deschis, aproape alb, galben palid, portocaliu, la final, roz.

Yesterday it was so sunnyAnd I find that kinda funny Here’s always rainy And I see a man in pain, heCatches is breath, he’s runningDespite the weather, he’s comingTowards me, drops drip-drippingOff his clothes and hairAnd I’m barely there.
He looks miserable.A pinnacle of unfixable rage, invincibleFormidable frustration at this desolation,Lack of...

The singular blue-white austere neon tube cast elongated shadows over the shelves in the janitorial closet. The clinking of metals on wood reverberated in the empty great hall as the woman gathered her arsenal of cleaning supplies: awfully toxic chemicals, old but professional-grade mops, brooms and a sad, muddied plastic bucket. Slowly, she...