Emergency Brake
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An emergency brake
and noise of motor horn.
No, no, they did not
bring me to a stop,
they did not warn.
They catapulted me!
My consciousness,
again in world,
where cars, head-lights and races
imitate motion...eyes...faces
Excuse me please,
I was immersed in dreams...
where car-less pedestrians
walk barefoot and carefree
in an exotic paradise...
Wake up, Eve! 21. Century!
You are on the Earth!
Road cops (no angels) .
Stop your nostalgic, paradisiac,
parasitic, parabolic, daydreams!
Sofia, 30. June 2008
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