Eugen Curta Twilight In intimate square

I went on , so it seemed , like stepping before , I arrived director of the museum in Bucharest , I searched plains and homeland mountains and I found bence , ancient pots , rather and a kilo gold bracelets worn by girls of Kings on their delicate biceps . In a castle I found an strange object whereof I argued vehementely that it was a nail brush Yes , the daughter of Burebista , had nail brush , whats the problem ? , I have argued in an article , grieved to death a rival archaeologist , who now advocate in his own petrified projects on primitivism dacian tribal . After the departure of the Romans , it couldnt be Dacian , he said , making us nervous laugh . See you , uncle , nice ! The poor protochronist , become after the Revolution a non-primary and unskilled Latinist . When I found an Romanian anchor , a foot bridge on Mures , I described in an article the Dacian life in villages from the valley of this river , including the fact that the return of the Romans , many Gauls withdrew in forests trying a resistance . Because in history isnt know invasion and conquest without proof . As would be attacked minor community , in it all have their place a few individuals who dont know the fear , the cowardice , the obedience They , as two or three or how many will be , take the forest road and live the rest of their life trying risky rapprochement with family and bullied relentlessy on intruders And then no matter how much latin as spoken the new dacian or his children , grandchildren , at school or in Romanian castle where they were going with who knows what petitions ,home , in a house with a pointed roof with straw , no one stopped him to talk , the speech with love from his blood , always his dialect. I thought Id set fire , where I knew , where I knew ? He wondered aloud and with his ugly eyes , as if they were shot from inside , calf eyes appalled in front of the gates that just because for him was always new . Yes it seems that Im gut in all these years , what do you think I wore in my leather bag , on the shoulder ? My sketchbook from highschool , in which I imagine in detail , the roman town and the court of Anonimus Maximus , with Intimate Square , with swimming pool and all , all , all ,all , well I have worn something in my bag depository which over the years changed , but not his spots . I was looking and always buy the same form of bag , same colour and necessarily , thick skin , well done . Yes , but what I wore for decades with drawings in my leather bag ..is secret , a big secret that you will never know , however you said cause no matter how you be my friends ! This secret is was for Goddess , but wasnt going be When I wanted to preserve it , to show , to give , there no was face ! But this was only my proble . When you are left by a Goddess , all the past will be a fantasy . You embraced the goddess on colorful mosaic that nothing you believe that was the bottom of swimming pool , if she said no !