[EN] ... that love came and went. For who knew how many years had passed by, how many invitations, how many cries, how many wailings, how many people, how many films, how many losses of hope, and our inability to tire of each other could be explained scientifically even: Either disdain, unexplainable hatred, and revenge against them, Or an understudied disease, and implicitly, without a cure, or worse: incurable, Or mad love for ourselves, Or death, Or something else that can’t find an answer. We remembered once more, without taking our eyes off each other, for we didn’t know where our bodies were or if we still had them somewhere; we remembered with an unknown yearning, and with a tenderness beyond age, of the beginnings of that story, and of the most sensitive verses of that poem. / Like under the sky https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pWaeyNpoLy8 [Translated by Monica Vișovan]