"I dreamt we werearound a stone tablewith men long-forgotten –I was there yet absentnonexistent yet alivedrinking with them yet dying with thirst. Something white fellon the stone tableilluminating our facessomething always putting to shamethe inability to grow. We were awake yet subdued by the winesleeping eyes wide openfor this does not happen very oftenfalling over uswas the unclean deluge of the pastwith the deaths from whichall our resurrectionshave drunk."(I DREAMT)

by Gabriela Melinescu (b. 1942)