The first drop of blood that I can recall was not Ioan’s, when I knocked his […]
George Vulturescu
Even the poem is a cow Who else would I clobber here with the butt of a […]
The Poem on Easter Night by George Vulturescu translated by ...
“...To see the part of the glass that’s full you have to raise it to the light […]
The Ballad of the Glass by George Vulturescu translated by ...
So many times have I crossed the Danube on the thin ice of the steam from my […]