Real Fiction / Florin Leșan, Vero Anttheia Teodoru, Iulia Stavre, translated by Diana Sitaru: Pedals

Florin LeșanThe wind was blowing harder. He was alone on the field. He was pedaling on the bicycle on the road guarded be the wheat fields, in which here and there poppy flowers we’re bleeding. God, it’s so beautiful, said he. Sun, birds and the morning’s fragrance. His shirt, unbottened at the neck, bloated behind him. He …

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