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Dumitru Crudu

SONNET 5

I set some water to boil
didn’t have anything to put in it
I was all alone in the house
the water slowly evaporating

five-bit coins had gone out of circulation
they used to be really nice those coins
the water was still boiling
outside raindrops were falling

I wanted to get up and go out
it was growing dark outside
I sat on three-legged stools
the water evaporating beside me

I lay down to sleep night had fallen
the water still boiling now unheard

SONNET 5

ik zette water op het fornuis
ik had niets om erin te dompelen
ik was alleen in het hele huis
het water verdampte langzaam

de vijfleistukken waren uit omloop genomen
al waren ze heel erg leuk
het water kookte voort
buiten vielen regendruppels neer

ik wilde opstaan en weggaan
buiten viel de duisternis in
ik zat op de kleine drievoet
naast mij verdampte het water

ik strekte me uit om te slapen het was al nacht
het water kookte langzaam en geluidloos voort

SONET 5

am pus apă pe plită
nu aveam ce să pun în ea
eram singur în casa toată
apa încet se evapora

monedele de cinci ieşiseră din circulaţie
şi ce simpatice mai erau
apa fierbea mai departe
afară stropi de ploaie cădeau

am vrut să mă scol şi să plec
afară întuneric cădea
stăteam pe trepiede scunde
alături apa se evapora

m-am întins să dorm deja se făcuse noapte
apa fierbea lent şi neauzit mai departe
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SONNET 5

ik zette water op het fornuis
ik had niets om erin te dompelen
ik was alleen in het hele huis
het water verdampte langzaam

de vijfleistukken waren uit omloop genomen
al waren ze heel erg leuk
het water kookte voort
buiten vielen regendruppels neer

ik wilde opstaan en weggaan
buiten viel de duisternis in
ik zat op de kleine drievoet
naast mij verdampte het water

ik strekte me uit om te slapen het was al nacht
het water kookte langzaam en geluidloos voort

SONNET 5

I set some water to boil
didn’t have anything to put in it
I was all alone in the house
the water slowly evaporating

five-bit coins had gone out of circulation
they used to be really nice those coins
the water was still boiling
outside raindrops were falling

I wanted to get up and go out
it was growing dark outside
I sat on three-legged stools
the water evaporating beside me

I lay down to sleep night had fallen
the water still boiling now unheard
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