translated by Anca Dorneanu<\/p>\n
this was our childhood<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n in the horses hot skin<\/p>\n we were pressing small frankincense pieces with our fingers<\/p>\n we imagined we were pressing\u00a0 gems<\/p>\n in a season that most of the times\u00a0 smelled<\/p>\n of\u00a0 distance and mud<\/p>\n <\/p>\n but the horses were burried at the front entrance<\/p>\n with chains from the censer around their eyes<\/p>\n and this was our childhood<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n in the silent august nights<\/p>\n we were hearing the bees flying under the dry land<\/p>\n the sky was pending in an imense fish net<\/p>\n until near our foreheads<\/p>\n we were entering the Danube and the Danube was dark<\/p>\n as if all the nights before had soaked in water<\/p>\n <\/p>\n the moon was caught in reeds<\/p>\n seven dozen angels with bloody hands<\/p>\n were tying it in leather belts and pulling it in the deep<\/p>\n we colected the tears on their cheeks and ran to the village<\/p>\n Gabriel the Archangel was blowing his bugle to call the fish<\/p>\n and this was our childhood<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n carousels and praying wheels<\/strong><\/p>\n for Andreea<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n sunken in lime up till the neck we were waiting for something wonderful to happen<\/p>\n nothing more. nothing less<\/p>\n there in the middle of wolves with our eyes on the telescopes<\/p>\n we were waiting for some planet to apear. we weren\u2019t picky<\/p>\n and we even ate ants from biscuits packages<\/p>\n the wolves were staring in our mouth with their cold eyes<\/p>\n and were synchronizing their gestures through a transmission belt<\/p>\n we were all speaking the same language<\/p>\n <\/p>\n this is our forest<\/em> we were yelling like mad. it\u2019s our forest<\/em><\/p>\n no it ain\u2019t yours ye bloody punks <\/em>the <\/em>would answer<\/p>\n show me a planet. I want to put it underneath my skin coat<\/em><\/p>\n to keep me warm. <\/em>he was spitting blood in a handkerchief<\/p>\n phosphorus was gently speaking to us from his lungs<\/p>\n <\/p>\n but we weren\u2019t made for such a thing. something wonderful had to happen to us<\/p>\n from the middle of the river a marble cormorant was growing<\/p>\n the waters did not have eyes for us<\/p>\n pustules were covering our bodies from head to toes<\/p>\n we were forced \u2013 so to say \u2013 to give up our destiny<\/p>\n <\/p>\n back then I couldn\u2019t have known that I\u2019ll meet you<\/p>\n I sat with my eyes watching telescopes and eating ants<\/p>\n I fraternized with wolves for you<\/p>\n keeping a wax ring sewn to my coat \u2013 just in case<\/p>\n back then I couldn\u2019t have known that you would find me<\/p>\n all my senses were erroded like a terra cotta mountain<\/p>\n <\/p>\n like a predator bird the night was egging in my eyesockets<\/p>\n all I saw were carusels and praying wheels<\/p>\n it was hard for me to understand what you were saying<\/p>\n but I knew you arrived<\/p>\n I was kissing you and you were falling asleep like a swan<\/p>\n on my cold hand.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" translated by Anca Dorneanu this was our childhood in the horses hot skin we were pressing small frankincense pieces with our fingers we imagined we were pressing\u00a0 gems in a season that most of the times\u00a0 smelled of\u00a0 distance and mud but the horses were burried at the front entrance with chains from […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[794,125],"tags":[748,826,1155,1129,312],"class_list":["post-7972","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-egophobia-33","category-invitat","tag-aleksandar-stoicovici","tag-anca-dorneanu","tag-egophobia-33","tag-invitat","tag-translation"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DakB-24A","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7972","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=7972"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7972\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7976,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7972\/revisions\/7976"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=7972"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=7972"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=7972"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}