Mural Art: Lara Hoch
Poetry: Oana Maroti
Thick smoke rises above the collapsed buildings, the city in ruins,
covered in ashes.

Many of those who were alive yesterday, have suddenly disappeared.
Among the ruins and the smoke of the explosions,
a young girl takes care of a small yellow bee flower.
One could say that in this finite world, eaten away by corruption and wars, each time, a seemingly fragile girl comes to take care of what remains and instinctively begins to build a future.
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RO:
Fum greu se ridica deasupra cladirilor prabusite,
orasul in ruine, acoperit de cenusa.
Multi dintre cei ce ieri au fost in viata,
dintr-o data s-au stins.
Printre ruine si aburi de explozii umbla o fata
ce ingrijeste o mica floare galbena, de camp.
Am putea spune ca-n lumea asta terminata, mancata de coruptie si razboaie, de fiecare data vine-o aparent fragila fata, sa ingrijeasca de ce-a mai ramas si instinctiv sa construiasca un viitor.