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The gladiator
the fighters are entering the arena cheers I’m whetting the swords the thirst for blood pumped from the crowds with a gigantic heart the fighter takes his pick from the mirror hides something under his armour death five steps away four three two the room in which I slept was visited by shadows each of them wrote something in charcoal it looked like a morgue in which they drew blood as payment they left a medal nailed frozen paintings came in through the door left through the window like in a railway station I read “I couldn’t find you but left the order of battle.” Translated by Petru Iamandi
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