niste versuri de Aureliu Busuioc traduse in engleza.
Between a coffee and a cognac I taste,
with a thrill, both Kafka and Proust.
My parents, it's pertinent to remark,
of course always preffered Remarque.
My grandfather, simple as the grapevine,
sang the Miorita in his singular vein.
Poor soul, he didn't know of any poet:
my great-grandfather was illiterate.