geamul lasa lumina sa intre

si se uita la mine, cu capul intors pe spate
era liniste si picura apa din tavan
mirosea a hartie mucegaita

un cutit pe masa, firimituri de paine si branza
un cui in tocul usii, o oglinda agatata
radioul scos din priza, perdeaua data la o parte

si se stinse becul
era cald
fierbinte
nu era ars

facturi neplatite meticulos asezate pe masa de langa perete
un pahar murdar si o cutie de chibrituri
le fixez sfidator, zambind
geamul lasa lumina sa intre
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Translation:

and she was looking at me, her head turned
it was quiet and water was dripping from the ceiling
a smell of moldy paper

a knife on the table, bread crumbs and cheese
a nail hammered in the door, a mirror hanging
the radio unplugged, the curtain pulled away

and the light bulb went off
it was warm
hot
it was not burned

unpayed bills carefully stacked on the table near the wall
a dirty glass and a box of matches
I look at them with defiance, smiling
the window let light in