'Oh what a beautiful picture!'
       ' Oh what a beautiful girl in it!'

           'Oh yes, a beautiful picture!'
  'Oh what do you about the girl in it?'

    Her eyes betray her ancient grief,
   A new shelter every week; with no      
                    home in between,

Her smile wide, hiding her fears her      
      minds been so with preocupied      
          Would he come in tonight?

     Her cheeks flushed, shamed to be      
                        anoeroxic,
     Afterall, no one likes less than a      
              perfect ***** to be with,

     Her makeup fresh, her scar invisible  
                      underneath it,
   Should have never accepted all those    
             hits and kicks to begin with,

     Her shoulders back; they hurt,
   Her bump showing; eight months to      
       go and she does'nt even know it.

           'Oh yes a beautiful picture!'
           'Oh what a broken girl in it!'

Nothing of what she had told me
proved to be true
not even wardrobes with thousands of dresses
not even a ballroom
neither garden with peacocks and harts
nor castle
which I've been looking for for three days
but have not found, her palace with view of the sea
of which I found nothing but the view of the sea
that, nonetheless, filled me with tenderness:
so she didn't lie to me after all
she is a good woman, she loves me

Matei Visniec
translated by Anca Romete

I worry for you, my friend.

You look at the colors
With stars in your eyes,
But you still haven't embraced death
As a part of our lives

You push the happiness
With such certainty
But you forget that darkness
Is also a part of reality

I worry that you have forced
Your contentment too much
And once the high is gone
You will fall and crash

*And I'm not sure if I will be there to catch you.

Sometimes days are bad,
and you just feel sad.
Sometimes days are bright,
and everything feels right.
We should be glad for each one
And look forward to the rising of the sun.