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the annoying light which sometimes in the evening falls asleep on my shoulder is yours those golden and stupid shoes worn out only once sometime long time ago useless in a province railway station they are mine I haven’t saved the world from disaster yet do you really think that a pair of golden shoes and a nerve-racking light can save the world I think not I think yes maybe yes maybe not danabanudanabanu not *** people are dying you tell yourself it’s ok every morning at 7.30 you draw a bicycle with wings the city eats coughs apathetically drinks a coffee it notices how you pass above his roofs with that bicycle with those wings he’s a bit scared by you you’re always the same always the same but you are and this certainly makes him look on you astonished somehow *** you’re always eating bitter cherries I dislike them they are domestic too tender have no colour the landmarks yes the landmarks have sense the trains would be nothing without them and of course nothing would happen without trains or who knows maybe yes maybe not danabanu let’s take the first train we’ll get out somewhere in a halt we drink some water from the fountain you’ll eat some more bitter cherries I keep mum and hop happily with a pair of stupid golden shoes then like nothing would happen we save the world from disaster (translated by Marius Surleac)
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