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Doina Ioanid

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12. My upstairs neighbour’s cough

My upstairs neighbour’s cough wakes me at midnight. The heavy-smoker cough of a man living alone. It’s vibrating, it goes through the walls and smacks into my solar plexus harder still than the sound of the reputed Red Violin.

© Translation: 2011, Florin Bican
Publisher: First published on PIW, , 2011

12. My upstairs neighbour’s cough

Buurmans hoest in het appartement boven mij wekt me om middernacht. De rokershoest van een man alleen. Hij galmt, gaat de muren door en raakt me in de maagstreek, feller dan de klank van de beruchte Rode Viool.

© Vertaling: 2011, Jan H. Mysjkin
Publisher: 2011, First published on PIW,

Tusea vecinului din apartamentul de sus mă trezeşte la miezul nopţii. O tuse tabagică de bărbat singur. Vibrează, străbate pereţii şi mă loveşte în plex, mai puternic decît sunetul vestitei Viori Roşii.

© 2003, Doina Ioanid
From: Cartea burților și a singurătății
Publisher: Editura Pontica, Constanța

Doina Ioanid

Doina Ioanid

(Romania, 1968)

“Prose poems are, to me, the most adequate form of expression. That’s how I can tell stories about myself, about the others – be they familiar or simply anonymous – because each and every one is akin to a living chronicle, if I may say so. A simple story, sketched with utmost naïveté, can perfectly capture the poetry of the world we live in.”

Born 24 December 1968, in Bucharest, Doina Ioani...

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12. My upstairs neighbour’s cough

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12. My upstairs neighbour’s cough

My upstairs neighbour’s cough wakes me at midnight. The heavy-smoker cough of a man living alone. It’s vibrating, it goes through the walls and smacks into my solar plexus harder still than the sound of the reputed Red Violin.

© 2011, Florin Bican
From: Cartea burților și a singurătății
Publisher: 2011, First published on PIW, Constanța

12. My upstairs neighbour’s cough

My upstairs neighbour’s cough wakes me at midnight. The heavy-smoker cough of a man living alone. It’s vibrating, it goes through the walls and smacks into my solar plexus harder still than the sound of the reputed Red Violin.

© 2011, Florin Bican
Publisher: 2011, First published on PIW,

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