I love this indexed woman
whose name is scandal to the day
from the times of Troy, severely besieged
ever since, and to the present.
She wants me to take her on very small atolls
where a single season in blue exists
it’s not raining and there are no storms
nor Romanians filled with E’s.
We can rush her to the country
to ride a horse
and to explain that rural eternity
she was born in the village, generally speaking.
I love the woman blonde like gold –
similarities in names we live –
I was an ant, but today I’m like a bull
and I dedicate all my strength to her.
English Translation by Zorin Diaconescu